Open Coruscant Blinded By The Lights

[Megeshi Oflene]

Uscru Entertainment District, Coruscant, Galactic Core Systems



Megeshi gazed out from her skyscraper-top perch, into the vast expanse of neon and towering monoliths. It seemed odd to her that, on a planet as artificial as this one, her connection to the Force felt ever-present, and her emotions felt at peace. Of course, she wasn’t surrounded by the blaring lights and sounds of the below levels, but still, the atmosphere of the place brought her a sense of calm. An escape like this was a rare gift.

Megeshi’s mind wandered as she looked down far below her.

“Such a large planet, where does one even start?”

One could live their entire life entirely on the metal floorings and methodically arranged streets of Coruscant, and still never see the same place twice. The cold durasteel walls provided little hospitality, yet millions upon millions survived - and sometimes even thrived - here. A city that could foster the wildest dreams, and then have the ruthlessness to crush them, only mere moments later.

But perhaps it was not best to dwell on thoughts like that.

Never one to waste time, Megeshi jumped to a start and turned back to the roof entrance, descending via turbolift, back down to the fluorescent warmth of the street-level. Pulling up her hood inconspicuously as she entered into the bustle of nightlife and disappeared just as quickly as she first appeared. One big advantage of Mirialan robes was the darkness they provided, a benefit that few other Jedi would choose to employ, fearing what it could say about them. “Foolish,” Megeshi thought, “as if clothes make a person, and not the opposite.” She walked somewhat aimlessly, but fully confidently, into the alleyway nestled between 2 high-rises, and grasped her lightsaber hilt tightly under her cloak.

Megeshi’s objective was not one bestowed upon her by the Jedi Council, not one given special interest by the Council or seen as particularly beneficial. In fact, Megeshi didn’t exactly have any objective; at least not one from the Order. She knew the way of the Jedi well, however, and therefore also knew fully well that this brief moment of rest was one to spend wisely. And so here she was, in the boiling pot of Galactic City, searching for hints of Pyke Syndicate activity within the sea of clubs, bars, and sketchier establishments.

“For Master,” Megeshi whispered and smiled sincerely, before pushing onwards.

 

[Nima Deleste]

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Though, not her homeworld, Nima has spent enough time on Coruscant in order to lose the lack of awareness of the city itself. Similar to how one becomes less aware of the smell and interior of a new house over time. However, the entertainment district was still a bit of a wonder for her, since most of her jobs involved dirty work in levels lower than this. In fact, Nima hasn't even explored the upper levels. She's only seen a few glimpses when she is flying her ship.

Nima's being in this district had nothing to do with business, mainly just for the adventure. It has been a while since she got to roam around and spoil herself. As she walked around, she noticed the similarities between this level and the ones far lower. It felt like there was a connection, people from lower levels come up to this one for fun, then head back down. After obtaining a good amount of credits from jobs, she wondered if she could find an apartment on the upper levels. Sleeping on her ship was fine for a while, but months of hearing all the street noise was maddening. The upper levels would have to be much better than here.

Walking through the crowds, Nima continued her thoughts until she felt something strange. She felt the sensation before, it was another force user; one that was nearby. She took a glance around her surroundings "Light colored robes... light colored robes..." she mumbled to herself. No one seemed to match her description in her immediate surroundings. After looking around, her body seemed to pull her towards an alleyway. By instinct, Nima entered and in front of her was a figure with dark-colored robes; "A Sith" she thought to herself. Nima noticed the figure was gripping something, it had to be their lightsaber. "Were they trying to draw me in?" Once the figure started to walk away, Nima assumed it was a coincidence. She quickly approached the figure from behind and put her hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing?" she asked with her nearly emotionless voice.

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[Deeno Jakkan]

Deeno Jakkan​

"Go to Coruscant he said, you'll find more there than slummin' Corellia he said... Kriff..."

Adopting a weary gaze, the young Hunter looked around. He had been rendered immobile by a stool at a bar in the Uscru District. His green hues bounce from face to face, likely coming off as nervous but it was really out of indecisiveness. There were too many people to walk up and greet. He was already way more out of place than most might be. His garb was not inner core fancy in the slightest. He visually reeked of the outer rim, so there was no chance he was getting in easy with any important big wigs. His elbows came to rest atop the bar before him, eyes resting on the tender,

"Another beer, darlin', thank you."

Whether it was just the job or his from-the-rim charm and drawl, he at least earned a subtle smirk and 'Comin' right up' followed by the beer bottle being slapped down within his reach. He quickly went through it, tossed some credits with a tip onto the counter and slipped away towards the exit. He was out on the street in no time, only to step off a tad and press his back against the wall of the bar to look out onto the bustling streets. Hopefully remaining unbothered for the most part, Deeno crosses his arms and lets the atmosphere sink in. Despite his origin, the young man found a subtle allure to the city and its sights. His enjoyment stifled as he witnessed an odd sight, one entering an alley only to be followed by another.

Deeno's curiosity would rise, his movement towards said alley beginning and when he reaches it he presses his shoulder into the portion just shy of the corner. His gaze focuses on the pair in the middle of the dark passage, turned to an expanse with how the shadows played together. His visage showed purely intrigue, no caution or worry for the one being stopped. On top of this he couldn't hear anything being said. Those eyes picked a part motions and figures well enough. He was devoid of any weaponry due to being on the most populated place resting within the Inner Core, so even if something were to happen he had nary the equipment to deal with a sour situation.

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[Megeshi Oflene]

Trudging through the alley’s cold, narrow passageway at a quick pace, Megeshi was sure nothing could take her by surprise. Until something did.

Feeling a cold extremity find its way onto the her shoulder, the Jedi’s instincts kicked in, and echoes of her master’s words bounced around her head like a stray blaster bolt, ricocheting around a room:

“Megeshi, focus. The senses are a Jedi’s greatest asset.”

Unsheathing her lightsaber, she flicked the small switch on the hilt and a vibrant shoot of pure blue energy erupted from one side of hilt. Holding the light up, not far from her face, Megeshi assumed a defensive stance. The beam of colour, being the only light source in the bleak alleyway, illuminated both the Jedi’s shocked expression, and the stranger that now faced her head-on.

Megeshi stood there, solitary for a few moments, before speaking.

“B-back off, now.”

Her voice was commanding, but not fully confident. Her words trembled slightly as she tightened the grip on the lightsaber hilt. She hadn’t had much experience for real confrontation in her Jedi training, and her confidence had always been lacking, even since a young age.
Regaining her composure somewhat, and sensing that this individual’s motives were not malicious - at least not fully - she lowered the saber slightly.

“My business is important. And it would be best you stay out of it, given it doesn’t concern you.”


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[Nima Deleste]

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Nima reacted by taking a step back and reaching for her own saber until she saw that the stranger's saber was blue; "A Jedi..." she thought to herself. Nima regained her composure and relaxed herself while the stranger spoke, not really caring for what they had to say. "Is it required to be blue?" she asked. Nima has only met two other Jedi, and both had blue lightsabers.

The Jedi was no threat, Nima knew that they do not attack others randomly, or so she was told. Nima pulled out her own lightsaber and ignited it, a purple glow would be added into the alleyway. The blade was different than the Jedi's, it's appearance was more like a traditional sword; a broadsaber. "Does any of your kind have something like this?" Nima waved the lightsaber around a bit to give the stranger a better view. "I know your people carry variations of designs. I've hunted one that carries a double saber like you wield currently."

Nima put her saber away soon after to give a sense of relief to the Jedi. They seemed like the shaky type. Nima was unsure if the Jedi noticed it yet, but there was definitely a person watching. The odd feeling of being watched was a familiar one, whether it was through an eyeball or a scope. Although she was unsure where the presence was from, Nima always trusted her instincts. "We are being watched. Does it involve your business, or would you have preferred I say nothing to 'stay out of your business'?"

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[Deeno Jakkan]

Deeno Jakkan​

"A jedi?"

It wasn't that crazy to see one, but it was definitely odd in this circumstance. Once he saw the other saber and its purple hue he just barely held back the wolf-whistle of admiration. He overheard the beginnings of some questioning, his hands kept to his pockets after a moment. He too had no malicious or nefarious intent, but his curiosity was certainly well over the peak compared to earlier. He was gawking like a kid too, the second he saw he was partially made he would clear his throat. Being the rude eavesdropper wasn't his style, apparently.

"Ex-squeeze me, sorry, sorry-"

He steps around the corner, taking a quick glance down either stretch of the street. After finding no reason to hold back he offers a subtle wave with his three digit-having left hand towards them,

"Ladies."

His outer rim drawl striking true through the darkness of the alley,

"I saw you come in after her, did me a bit of a concern there. Good-natured soul like me, knows these city streets can have some'a th'worst things happen in alleys like this. No one else but me bothered from the looks, so s'all good."

Instead of leaving after his little explanation like a normal person might he tacks on,

"So this some kinda... Super secret club meetin'? I don't have one'a them to show off, but they sure are neat. Like blaster bolts stuck in time."

He gestures to the Mirialan,

"Overheard you talkin' business, like me don't look the sorta folk that's used to doin' the do around here. I'm lookin' for work, n'I'm in the Hunter's records, I have my licenses, n'I got a nice sheet. I dunno 'bout her, n'I like goin' solo here and there, but if it's not against the law; I'd like to implore your reconsideration of that in favor of me-"

He pauses and puts his hands on his hips, all heroic-like,

"Deeno Jakkan, Bounty Hunter extraordinaire, charmer of the charmless, p-... Ah... Still workin' on it, but yeah."

Once he was finished he just stood there, full of hope and confidence. His verbal business card definitely worked. Yep.

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[Megeshi Oflene]

Megeshi, very much taken aback by the now two strangers that stood in front of her, lowered her lightsaber slightly, but kept it ignited. The Jedi stared at the purple lightsaber held in front of her, admiring the careful, almost ornamental design it possessed. She had seen only few purple lightsabers in her time at the Order, even fewer that had such care put into the hilt. In most cases, her peers preferred practicality over beauty; as was the way of the Jedi, at its core. Nevertheless, Megeshi quickly dismissed it and turned instead to staring at the Zeltron. Thinking deeply for a moment, she cleared her throat and said accusatively, “I think I’m the one who should be asked questions. Were you following me? Who do you work for? And...” she said, in a softer tone than before, “Where did you get that?”

The beams of incredible light must’ve seemed to be an incredibly faulty sign for some back-alley Sabacc parlour to any unassuming passerby, but nevertheless Megeshi decided to sheathe her saber as to not draw any more unwanted attention; she could always use her force abilities if either of these two tried anything risky. Turning now to the self-called ‘Bounty Hunter’, she looked him up and down, but did not extend a hand to greet his.

“Megeshi,” she said cautiously. “Is this some sort of ambush? Because if so, it’s certainly not up to standard. I’ve seen a good ambush and this is not it.” Her serious expression broke for a second as she cracked a small smile, before realising it and dropping back into the oh-so-confident Jedi face that everyone back on Ajan Kloss seemed to have already mastered.


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[Nima Deleste]

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Nima felt rather disappointed with the Jedi's response; she understood why her father loathed the order during his time. Nima ignored the bounty hunter for a moment, as she sensed no hostility and he didn't appear to be a threat at all. She then let out a short sigh and responded to the Jedi "Your people are self-proclaimed peacekeepers, yet none understand how to hold a conversation. Very demanding people." Nima's voice still lacked regularity, her voice sounding as if she were forcibly trying to sound a bit livelier; "Since all of my questions went unanswered, I will return the favor and leave yours unanswered as well," Nima would flash a bright smile on her face, but it felt more sincere than sarcastic. "but... I will answer one question," she said as she held up a single finger to represent a one "If this were an ambush, you would have died before you got to turn around. You are unaware."

Turning herself so her body would face both the Jedi and the Stranger, Nima would then address the man: "Who are you? It isn't safe for a civilian to be walking through these types of alleyways." Nima's voice had a bit of cluelessness in it, as she was more focused on observing the Jedi rather than listening to the stranger speak before. The alleyways of lower-level coruscant were always the place for shady business and confrontation, usually. Locals knew not to avoid alleyways if they wanted to avoid trouble. So Nima wondered: "Is this man looking for trouble, or is he an off-planet nit-wit."

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[Deeno Jakkan]

Deeno Jakkan​

"I don't go pickin' fights with folks like you, bad for business and my health. Plus, don't have my pieces, not exactly prime ambush-er material without'em."

He would proceed to flaunt this fact by moving his jacket out of the way of both hips and doing a cute twirl to show he wasn't butt-carrying either. He raises a brow towards the pink one,

"Who am I? Lady, din't ya listen? Deeno. Deeno Jakkan. Bounty Hunter."

He crosses his arms, then the off-planet nit-wit addresses the Mirialan,

"Nice to meetcha, Megeshi. You shared your name, that's not somethin' someone would normally do if they're really itchin' to do business alone. I say again, no ambush- for real, just a Hunter lookin' for freelance work on the up and up. Since you're a Jedi, n'I'on't know much, but I figured you wouldn't be up to bad deeds. You on the other hand-"

He shifts his gaze towards the other,

"You're weird, but not bad. As for why I walked my merry backside into the alleyway... I saw you come in after her and felt like somethin' lame was gonna go down. I mean, shouldn't it be me askin' why you did that in the first place? Not gonna, cause it's no biggie now that I seen what went down, but still. Anyways, this whole conversation is a bit awkward. How 'bout a drink, huh? Maybe we can't do business together, but iffin' you're lookin' to do good, Megeshi, I can at least try to give ya info if I have any worthwhile."

He holds his hands out in a welcoming gesture, expectantly, still ever confident that his casual charm was working wonders. Even if it wasn't.

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[Megeshi Oflene]

Megeshi eyed the Zeltron girl up and down, somewhat confused. “Peacekeeping often breaks down at negotiations these days, unfortunately,” she returned. Megeshi couldn’t particularly place where exactly her motives lay. “Certainly not in this backalley,” she thought. Shrugging her off, but still making sure to remain cautious around her - a non-Jedi with a lightsaber was usually bad news indeed - the Mirialan turned to raise an eyebrow and look at Deeno inquisitively. “I’m fully capable of working by myself, trust me,” she began, “but...”

Something in her mind told her to see where this lead to. Maybe a sense in the Force, or maybe blind obedience, as had been drilled into her as a child. This bounty hunter seemed innocent enough, at least as far as bounty hunters go, and Megeshi certainly wasn’t in the situation to go turning down information; she was looking for a needle in a haystack, so to speak, and Coruscant was a very big haystack. Either way, she knew what lay ahead would, at the very least, be interesting.

“...I suppose some information couldn’t hurt. I presume you know this area well? And,” she said, turning again to the girl, “I’m guessing you will be following along?”

“You seem to like doing that,” she thought.


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[Nima Deleste]

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The bounty hunter, Deeno, didn't seem to make any sense at all. "A hunter that isn't carrying any weapons, on coruscant, in the lower levels, and looking for work...... off-planet nit-wit" Nima thought to herself. She didn't bother to answer the hunter's question, an individual who lacks knowledge of the force and of the situation wouldn't understand anyway. Doing business in a bar was also very silly, a common mistake by lower-level thugs and newbies. Nima eyed Deeno up and down for a moment, "The Bounty Hunting guild must be desperate" she thought to herself.

Listening to the exchange between the Jedi and the Hunter, Nima felt almost confused by the characteristics of the two: "two strange individuals.... and yet I'm the one that's pink." Nima turned her head towards Megeshi as she asked her question; both seemingly ignored the Hunter's outreached hand. She wondered if following the Jedi would be worthwhile, but Nima was also not very fond of the way Jedi handled things as well. She stared at the ground for a moment, her left hand scratching her chin. "Hmph.." Nima would continue, "Though I do almost any job for credits, I do impose my own will on my free time. You seem like an incapable one," Nima turned her head toward Deeno "you more so." Nima would return her gaze onto Megeshi, looking directly into the Jedi's eyes "After listening to the contents of your objective, I will decide whether to leave, help, or kill you depending on how your mission aligns with my views." Nima then turned herself to face Deeno, placing both hands on her hips to signal for him to continue.

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[Deeno Jakkan]

Deeno Jakkan​

He shoots a pair of finger guns towards Megeshi and clicks his tongue,

"Good choice. N'I do. At least the slums, I know a bit more than that too, but iffin you're plannin' to ask me about all of Coruscant I can't help ya there. What're ya after anyways? Some thugs? Spice dealers? That kinda junk?"

When the Zeltran pipes in he sighs softly, while his disposition prevented utter deflation it also didn't stop his mouth from running,

"A'feel like you've been booed outta'few comedy clubs, lady. Where'm incapable, you're definitely capable of suckin' what little joy's left outta dark alley like'is. I'm willin' t'bet your choice of drink is just as borin', kriff."

He jabs a thumb over his shoulder while shaking his head,

"That spot, just left for a breather. Not too packed, not too empty, s'just right. Don't go wavin' around your pretty sticks'a light when we get in, reckon it'll end in disaster or a dance party. Y'can be as rude and condescending as you want though, in fact, keep doin' that you might clear us up a table no-time-flat."

He would leave it up in the air as to who exactly he was speaking to, turning on his heel and marching out of the alley. He gave the street a once over before continuing on towards the bar, assuming they were following he opens the door and holds it for them.

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[Megeshi Oflene]

Megeshi was impressed, but not exactly surprised, by the brazenness of the young Zeltron. It seems she was right; an unaffiliated lightsaber wielder was a walking time-bomb of bad things just waiting to happen. Still, this girl was a confusing individual, and seemed to not understand what she could be getting herself into. Even if she did decide to kill Megeshi, one doesn’t simply kill a single Jedi; the whole Order would come looking for her. And where exactly was she planning to do this? In the dive bar Deeno was leading them to? Now that would simply be ridiculous. As incompetent as Coruscant Police Droids could be, a murder in an Uscru bar wouldn’t go unnoticed. And who knows, some of the rougher inhabitants of this planet were occasionally known for taking justice into their own hands.

Megeshi doubted it would come to that, though. Or maybe hoped.

Reaching the door of the bar, Megeshi nodded at Deeno in appreciation as he held it aside. She walked through the entrance and instantly the smells of grime and hooch hit her nose instantly. This place was... rather unpleasant. “But I’ll have to bear it. For now.”

Spying an empty table in the back-corner, she signalled to the two to follow her over. Megeshi sat down in her seat with a certain uptight formality to her positioning.

The young Jedi was never one to give away too much of her business when it was unnecessary, and so she mulled over the questions she would ask carefully in her mind. After a couple moments, she turned to Deeno and began to speak casually.

“So, what do you know about the spice trade here, bounty hunter?”


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[Nima Deleste]

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Nima couldn't quite understand Deeno with his accent, but she didn't like his tone. She wondered what the consequences would be to decapitate him right then and there, but she decided it is best to wait for an employer to give her the opportunity for that. Besides, handling the Jedi would be a headache no matter what.

Following Megeshi, Nima recognized a few familiar faces; some were past coworkers, and a few were less friendly faces. Business was business though, and it would take more than a few blasters to take Nima down. She sat down cross-legged in the chair next to Megeshi, her hands resting in her lap like an impatient child almost. "Spice trade.." Nima thought it was an odd thing to ask about. She assumed Megeshi would be looking for someone related to the trade, but Nima would just listen to the two speak while she observed her surroundings.

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[Deeno Jakkan]

Deeno Jakkan​

He looks towards Nima as she sits in a child like way, he didn't seem to mind her company in a negative light at least,

"The spice trade... Anyone who does freight work and ain't tied to an official company or government has been asked to do somethin' like that on the inner rim to the core. Most'a the time... Made to. I've never, myself, cause I'd lose my standin' with the guild. If ya mean on the planet specifically, Pykes. They gotta monopoly on it from what'a know. I wouldn't be able to tell one a part from a crowd here in the slums, but'a know they operate here. All along the Kessel Run too."

He pauses, then attempts a question of his own,

"So, you're askin' on the spice trade, but what are you really after? My lips are sealed, even if ya don't pay me for my services... Is this official? Or are you tryna be a hero?"

His friendliness seemed to take a turn,

"I may not connect with her all that well-"

He makes a head gesture towards the Zeltron,

"You ain't carryin' yourself with the confidence of one in an official capacity. I think she saw that too. You sure you want to tip toe into this mess, even with information, alone?"

He leans back, hailing the keep,

"Two beers for me, whatever they want, on me. Thanks, darlin'."

A purchase to make sure they weren't kicked out for taking up valuable, paying customer-space. Once his drinks were before him he would continue,

"Five-hundred credits and you'll have my blaster, n'my skills at your side. That's pretty cheap. It gives you somethin' official behind you since I'm registered with the Hunter's guild and you don't even have to wave that pretty sword around. I'm willin' to drop it lower iffin we wind up bein' able to bag some criminals I can turn in."

He'd gaze at Megeshi expectantly, relaxing until she responded.

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[Megeshi Oflene]

Megeshi listened intently as Deeno spoke, taking mental notes of things of interest to her. At times it became hard to understand his words; no one she had ever known had talked like him. “Must be from some distant Outer Rim planet...” she thought, glancing at the Zeltron sat beside her as Deeno nodded in her direction. Only then did Megeshi process her actions up until now, wondering how she had found herself in such a mess, after only a few hours planetside.

“Official...? I suppose you couldn’t call it such, not exactly...”

Megeshi turned now to look at the girl beside her, staring into her eyes as virtuously as she could.

“...But it is important to me, and my interests are the Order’s interests. And yes, I’m aware of what I may be getting into.”

Deeno’s offer seemed fair to Megeshi, and she sensed no deception in his actions. “Perhaps he is too naïve himself to go backstabbing his clients,” she thought. “Obviously still an amateur bounty hunter.”

Thinking for a moment, she extended her hand across the table, dodging between the drinks to meet Deeno’s.

“Very well, 500 Credits. When the job is done, of course.”

The Jedi gazed around the grimy bar as she thought of what to say. Explaining too literally would compromise her situation; you never know who’s listening in.

“I need some help finding someone. A certain Pyke criminal. I heard rumours that he’s been helping out with their operations here recently. Do you... think that would be doable? Finding him?” She smiled hesitantly.

The Jedi then turned expectantly to Nima.
“And what about you, Zeltron?”


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[Vrashinal Karzinkaal]

The doors to the bar would open as a Kaleesh in heavier black armor entered. The eyes beneath the bone mask would survey the bar before focusing on a certain table. Theirs. As he stepped through the bar, many of the patrons would quickly step around him or practically throw themselves out of the way to avoid contact. The thud of heavy boots accompanied the clack of a staff as he weaved marched to his target point.

As the bottles were set down before Deeno, he would finally close the distance. His grip would tighten on the staff as he leaned on it, his other hand taking one of the bottles. "Deeno Jakkan." the aged mercenary would say "Why am I not surprised to find you all the way down here?"

His eyes would flash over the two women, the dark robes of the green one seeming to pull a deeper anger than the pink one. Through the Force, they could sense a general disdain for Megeshe. Though whether or not he would act on it seemed to remain unseen.

 

[Nima Deleste]

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Nima's attention would be caught at the mentioning of the Pykes. She's worked a few jobs for them, while also eliminating Pyke members in her free time. In the meantime, Nima would take up Deeno's offer and order the most expensive drink the bar had to offer; it was nearly 400 credits. On the table would be a tall skinny glass filled with an almost translucent blue liquid with a slice of starfruit on the rim. A very large straw was given to Nima, and she gladly sipped on her drink while the Jedi and Deeno continued their talk. The drink was very sweet, with a bit of sourness to it; it was extremely appealing to the tastebuds.

Although she was usually not inclined to hand out information, Nima felt like her motives aligned with the Jedi's goal, for now. Taking a pause from her drink, Nima turned her head toward Megeshi to respond: "I have worked with the Pykes before, and I have had disagreements with Pykes before. Space-port on Lothal controlled by a Pyke leader, but probably not your location. Warehouse on level 1313, below us; all inhabitants gone." Nima took a quick sip of her drink before speaking again "I did not touch anything in the warehouse; could be a computer terminal. If so, it may have the same information as the space-port, which included warehouse locations, shipment dates, communication lines, and more." Although the blank expression on her face didn't change, Nima seemed to have a more serious tone about her. "1313 is dangerous if you have never been. You are a Jedi, and the hunter is not from here. However, the residents and workers of 1313 know me, and of me. Give me triple his credits and I ensure you get to the warehouse unharmed; if you decide to check it out." Nima was about to take another sip of her drinks, but she quickly raised her arm and held up a finger to signal them both to wait. Leaning close to Megeshi, Nima would whisper softly but loud enough for Deeno to listen if he focused: "The Pykes do not know that I am the one who eliminated the men in the warehouse. To them, I am their ally." Nima would then return to her normal position and continue sipping on her drink. The Jedi could do whatever she wanted with that last bit of info, but it definitely sprung up many opportunities.

Halfway through her drink, Nima was interrupted by the sound of heavy thuds; it annoyed her, tremendously. Nima despised it when someone ruined her mood, and the relaxing background music of the bar was drowned out by the obnoxious clanking of a reptile man. The man spoke to Deeno first, but Nima would respond before the others got a chance. Removing her mouth from the straw, her head turned towards the large man, and Nima's bright blue eyes would stare into the dull yellow eyes of the Kaleesh like a moon looks upon a planet. Although her voice usually lacks regularity and sometimes possessed a tone opposite of her emotions, Nima's voice felt dull but firm. "Could you leave? We are busy." The air would feel almost thicker, as Nima's bloodlust grew to the point even a non-force user could possibly feel it; her bright pink skin became slightly duller, and its shade growing a bit closer to a pinkish-red. Nima's gaze would not leave the Kaleesh's eyes, and a blink would not occur.

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[Megeshi Oflene]

Megeshi’s eyes widened slightly as the Zeltron mentioned tripling Deeno’s salary. Her wallet was certainly taking a hit today. Cunningly, however, Megeshi thought of another form of payment for the lightsaber-wielding stranger.

“What if I said I could offer something a bit more valuable? Certainly more valuable than credits, that is-“
Suddenly, Megeshi’s words were interrupted by the loud bangs of the Kaleesh’s boots hitting the floor with great force. Turning to him, instantly she felt a strong anger residing within him, thriving on his spirit as if he had been carrying it for decades now.

“Is there something you need?” She asked him calmly and emotionlessly, keeping her gaze firmly planted on the mercenary. She didn’t expect this encounter to go well but realised it would be best to avoid physical battle with a Kaleesh, of all species. Sending Nima’s emotions also starting to rise, Megeshi placed a hand on her shoulder inconspicuously and gestured to her that this was a bad idea.

“I apologise for the lack of manners of my friend here,” the Jedi said, turning back to the aged merc, “and I realise you two must be friends, but we’re in the middle of something important right now, and it would be appreciated if you could give us a few minutes to ourselves.” She cracked a small, honest smile. Perhaps her convincing words were somewhat amplified by the Force, because it was not always in Megeshi’s nature to be so level-headed.


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[Deeno Jakkan]

Deeno Jakkan​

He takes Megeshi's hand and shook it, though it wouldn't be long before it seemed like the job was being swept out from under his feet. He sighs softly, though when the last statement comes forth he couldn't help but cross his arms and point out,

"She may have a temptin' offer, but I'd linger on how she's actively stabbin' her employers in the back for a pay bump."

He was about to continue, then a familiar gruffness touched his ear and he turns to see an equally familiar Kaleesh,

"Vrash? I could say I'm surprised t'see you botherin' with a stuffy place like this... He didn't send ya did he?"

He would sigh softly, ultimately stand and offer his forearm to the former pirate. Using his other hand to rub the back of his neck, then proceeding to look towards Megeshi,

"If you want info on Pykes, Vrash might know a thing'r two."

The bloodlust in the air was making his hairs stand on end, but he would try to ease the tension with a,

"It's a bar. We're friends. Talk of Pykes isn't exactly somethin' new 'round here either. Instead'a makin' a scene, why don't we all just simmer down'n hash things out? You're the buyer right now, Megeshi, so it's no ones decision but yours."

@sayso @gensou @Rhogar