The First Task

[Camila Shan]

Saleucami wasn't one of the most populated or traversed Sith worlds and Cami could never quite understand why. Away from the ravenous heat of the equatorial region the planet's climate was extremely pleasant, almost serene. A few years prior Cami had become particularly fond of one of the many oases that littered the planet's surface, a small and out of the way place that no one would care to notice unless they were looking for it on purpose.

Located on this oasis was a small community of mostly farmers and fisherman, but even though they appeared as simple folk even they knew the money that could be made renting out space to friendly Sith masters. Sitting inside an out-of-the-way building, Cami was staring idly at a datapad she was holding in one hand while held a mostly neglected smoke with the other.

A few days prior she'd sent a message to a few choice people to meet her here to discuss some business. Their objective was relatively straightforward but Cami still thought it best for them all to meet and go over the plan of action before setting out. The end-game mostly benefited her, if she were being honest, but hopefully having free-reign over anything else they encountered would entice her would-be partners into accepting her proposal.

Checking her chrono, Cami sighed with impatience. None of the people were late, at least not yet, but time was slowly ticking and punctuality was definitely a virtue.

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[Brandr Jarl]

The hell was he doing here?

Oh.

That's right - he was asked her by a woman in a holo message. And he had agreed to come partially because she was a Sith Master so she technically outranked him... and partially because he had done some research on her.

She was the kind of woman you wanted to see in the flesh so to speak.

But still annoying to be here on such a planet. Sighing, he admitted that his main issue was in being without his armour. He was naturally too cold-focused to really do well in the heat so armour had to go. In it's place he wore some linen shirt and pants combo he had snagged off someone at the spaceport.

Entering the building he had been directed to, Brandr looked at the woman and paused for a moment.

"Definitely worth agreeing to."

Without another word, he sat down in one of the seats and prepared to wait for the others. His pet Feral would probably be along any minute come to think of it.

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[Talia Vex]

Stepping into the building, the feral raven haired woman cast Brandr a bitter scowl as he sat sprawled out on one of the seats. Not over the fact that he had opted to bring her along with him for a mission, for that she was glad to be away from the confinement of the detention centre on Serenno. The anger being directed towards the male was down to the fact that despite being the one who had brought her to the planet, he had opted to decide to lock her into the ship before heading off towards the meeting point.

"Borracho no tiene el sentido de esperar a su pasajero antes de cerrar la nave" Talia muttered in her native tongue as she approached the two Sith within the meeting point, her chestnut hued gaze locking firm with the Barbarian males own. Her gaze moving over towards the female Sith Master regarding her for a few moments, before directing her gaze back towards the Decualian "Cifras que había algo más allá de lo que te empañaba" she added before pacing away and headed towards the Sith master.

"Sorry I Late" Talia spoke as she bowed her head in greeting towards the other female. Her expression although lightening as she greeted the Sith Master, still betrayed the frustration being directed towards her chaperone. Whether it was intentional or not, after having spent almost a decade with the wide open ruins of Ilum available to her and being confined within a tight space without any means of escape was enough to try her patience. Finding herself having to resort to using Dathomiri magics to teleport herself out of the ship, before heading out under the scorching heat of Saleucami to the meeting point. Fortunately for the former Jedi, the route traveled by Brandr was easy enough to track.

 

[Rinoa]

Outfit​

Well, Rinoa had to be doing something right.

She had never been summoned before, having been confined to the rank and file Sith that blended into the background and didn't do much beyond their orders. These past few weeks had seen a recent inrush of new people and new contacts, so while she wasn't entirely surprised that she was now being asked for, a part of her was still a little disbelieving about, not only the fact that it was happening, but how soon too. Indeed, when she first received the message she read it a few times; in bed, in the shower, outside, while shooting up a Death Stick - had to be sure she wasn't just seeing things after all. Even when she started to believe it's legitimacy, she couldn't help but feel a little suspicious - why would anyone want her? She was just an ordinary Sith. Normally she would have dragged this moment of self doubt and self deprecation through the mud, but in this case, she knew that it could full well be a trap by Jedi or Hutts, trying to get any intel they can by kidnapping the lower ranked grunts.

So here she was, buried beneath layers of torn and stinking beggar's robes, her Force Signature squashed to a pulp, shrouded in the dark and watching the meeting point silently. Saluecamaians would occasionally walk by and offer help, but she would turn them away or accept their money without incident (didn't want to draw too much attention after all). She had been there the last few hours, chomping down on apples while she waited, peering through the thin fabrics of her hood like a snake in the shadows. It wasn't too long before she saw the Dirty Deucalian and his pet Tyke-bomb head in, seeming completely relaxed and normal, no sign of tension or excitement present. While it confirmed nothing, it was enough for her, so she cast off the robes and leapt to her feet, quickly combing back her hair before throwing on a little something more appropriate.

She strolled toward the building and placed a hand against the door, letting it slide open before stepping inside. She glanced at their summoner, then toward the dynamic duo, removing an apple from her pocket and tossing it over to Talia.
"You look hungry," She noted with a soft smile, her eyes then shifting to Brandr. "Aaaand you look hungover, as per, nice to see you again." She looked toward Camila and came forward, offering a hand. "Rinoa, good to meet you Master Shan."

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[Camila Shan]

The first to arrive wasn't entirely who Cami expected, assuming the grizzled Deucalian Sith would be one of the final guests to pass through the doors. She supposed it did make some sense though. She had heard the tales of Brandr's exploits in the name of the Empire and Cami was essentially hanging a new piece of raw meat off the hook. It shouldn't have surprised her the animal was already here and salivating.

A nod of understanding would be all the red-headed woman would receive to her apology, Cami thankful that she didn't come with excuses. Waving her hand towards one of the seats, Cami checked her chrono again. It was nearly time to begin and they were still short one participant, though Cami was sure that even if it did just become the three of them that the overall mission would still be successful - it just might take a little longer.

Just as she was thinking of moving on, the final piece of the puzzle arrived. She spoke more words than the previous two had combined, not necessarily a positive in Cami's eyes but not an immediate negative. Cami would not reciprocate the handshake, merely motioning for Rinoa to find a seat next to the others. Formalities such as handshakes and things of that nature always came across as frivolous to Camila. She thought they were wastes of time, like some kind of awkward foreplay to a conversation. Not interested.

"Afternoon all," She said, sliding each of them a datapad. "I'm glad you all saw fit to join me despite not knowing exactly what you were getting into." Cami pressed a button on her datapad which in turn would show the same image on each of the others. "There's been a lot of pirate activity around Teth lately," She started, eyeing each of the other Sith as she spoke to gauge their interest levels and reactions. "Which under normal circumstances no one in this room would give a shit about. But these pirates are a little different. They've somehow managed to steal a rather effective war ship from a neighboring Hutt system. And not only that, they've been stupid enough to flaunt its existence in their fleet."

Reaching out with the force, Cami summoned some glasses and a large bottle of dark liquor from a nearby table. She wasn't sure about the others, but she was thirsty and figured it would be rude to not offer it to her guests. Taking a swig from her own glass, she continued.

"So we're gonna steal it." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders. "There are two steps we'll need to take before storming their fortress on Teth. First, Brandr and I will intercept some of them to get more concrete details their fortress. It's likely nestled into the mountains, there are many old monasteries littered across the landscape that could be retrofitted. Secondly, Rinoa and Talia will wait until the pirates undergo a large operation, disrupt it, and kill them all to thin their final numbers. When this is done, using the information that Brandr and I retrieve, we will storm their castle and murder them all. Oh, and also steal their ship."

With a shrug of her shoulders, Cami finished off the rest of what was in her glass. "It's pretty straight forward, really. If you have any questions you should ask them now. If you wish to leave, you should also do so now. Staying means you're in, and once you're in there's only one way out. Either a pirate is going to kill you, or I will."

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[Brandr Jarl]

Brandr had bothered to get a translator equiped with the Nightsister moonspeak that Talia insisted on using. He raised an eyebrow in the face of her anger but said nothing for now.

He was getting sick of people assuming he was either drunk or hungover. Sure, he was Deucalian and he enjoyed a drink or five but that didn't mean he lived in a perpetual state of drunkeness. He looked up at the woman who had sold pies the last time he had seen her.

"Not hungover or drunk." he declared bluntly, "Talk kark about me one more time and I'll pull your lungs out through your throat and stuff them down your shirt. Might make it look like you've got tits worth a damn. Now shut up and listen to Master Shan."

He was already sick of that woman.

Ah it seemed like they were going to be hunting pirates... Brandr would freely admit that he like the idea. Hunting people who usually saw themselves as the hunters was the best thing about working with other Sith. He smirked a little bit at Cami's ending of the speech, taking a glass and pouring out a small measure of alcohol before nodding.

"I'm in."

It was simple because it didn't need to be anything else. He sipped at his drink and enjoyed the taste before setting it back down.

If Rinoa or Talia made a crack about his drinking again he swore to himself he would break the glass off in their throat.

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[Talia Vex]

Smiling lightly as Camilla nodded in acknowledgment to her apologies, Talia looked towards the seats indicated before her attention was pulled towards Riona, Her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded the third female as she spoke and offered her some fruit. She was somewhat uncertain about the remark over her hunger, but accepted the offered apple in bemusement. Taking a few bites of of the fruit before sitting where the Sith master had gestured towards, the feral woman turned and looked over towards Brandr as he spoke out towards the last arrival to the remote gathering, the frizzy haired woman who was selling food at the space port when she had arrived on Serenno. It was a bit odd at how the Barbarian was showing such an aggressive tendency towards her, especially whenever Talia had seen her she was offered food.

Still there was little time to dwell on it as the Sith master turned to address the gathered Sith to discuss at length the mission that she had summoned the three to the meeting for. The look on the raven haired feral jedi's features had contorted into one of shear concentration as she processed the deluge of galactic basic being directed towards them, her attention and concentration increasing at the mention of her own name. From what she could ascertain through her ad hock mental translation into her native tongue, Both Talia and Riona were to wait until the pirates where in the middle of an operation and then use that as means to attack and catch them off guard.

Once again Talia's gaze turned towards the Deucalian as he voiced his acceptance of the mission, before her own brown eyes moved to meet the Sith Master's "Will hunt pirates" she added in affirmation and acceptance of the mission. After all it seemed simple enough to her, out of the prey that she had stalked and killed over her years the disorganized ranks of the pirates didn't really stack to highly against a nest of bull Rancors back on Dathomir.