Toydaria...1800 hours
As if she hadn't already pissed off the syndicates, she now found herself BACK in syndicate territory again...Why? Because she had picked up another very interesting and promising lead. Messing around in syndicate territory was definitely not a thing the regular Jedi randomly did, but as always, Hailee was far from regular.
She knew criminal structure because she had been forced to be a part of it for years herself. As soon as she had picked up some rumors about a slave trading ring, she had set course for Toydaria. Her still 'borrowed', crimson bladed lightsaber was obviously hidden from view (and the hilt carried in a casual, black leathered handbag), and the only apparent weapon she was carrying was a regular blaster, which was obviously nothing unusual for the territory.
She sat in a cantina, casually sipping her Corellian wine that reminded her of the planet she had grown up on, wearing a dark, elegant dress and probably seeming like some wealthy woman, just waiting for a handsome stranger to buy her a drink, but it fact she was sitting there, focusing on the Force and even half meditating while waiting for semi-drunk guests to spill some potentially spicy details she could use to figure out the exact location of the apparent trades...A few Toydarians had already tried their luck, but sooner or later she had turned them down in a rather polite way, knowing damn well that they wouldn't be helpful. The right one hadn't crossed her path yet...
@Sreeya
As if she hadn't already pissed off the syndicates, she now found herself BACK in syndicate territory again...Why? Because she had picked up another very interesting and promising lead. Messing around in syndicate territory was definitely not a thing the regular Jedi randomly did, but as always, Hailee was far from regular.
She knew criminal structure because she had been forced to be a part of it for years herself. As soon as she had picked up some rumors about a slave trading ring, she had set course for Toydaria. Her still 'borrowed', crimson bladed lightsaber was obviously hidden from view (and the hilt carried in a casual, black leathered handbag), and the only apparent weapon she was carrying was a regular blaster, which was obviously nothing unusual for the territory.
She sat in a cantina, casually sipping her Corellian wine that reminded her of the planet she had grown up on, wearing a dark, elegant dress and probably seeming like some wealthy woman, just waiting for a handsome stranger to buy her a drink, but it fact she was sitting there, focusing on the Force and even half meditating while waiting for semi-drunk guests to spill some potentially spicy details she could use to figure out the exact location of the apparent trades...A few Toydarians had already tried their luck, but sooner or later she had turned them down in a rather polite way, knowing damn well that they wouldn't be helpful. The right one hadn't crossed her path yet...
@Sreeya
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