Eventful Encounters.

[Zenya]

**Note: This takes place two years after Lanna Singh's current Bio. She is sixteen in the this role play, and fairly more independent.

Lanna sat at a fake leather covered booth, in a dimly lit club. Her hair was scraggly and covered some of her face, as if she were hiding behind it. She sat alone, resting her chin on a fist as she observed the contents of the night's pleasure party. They were dressed up, all glitz and plastic glamour, as an entertainer led a band of distasteful music. The atmosphere did not appeal to her. She didn't feel uncomfortable, but as if the whole scene was meant for looking, not touching. When she was younger she would have disapproved of the chaotic atmosphere. Naturally, when she grew she began to care less of what others did and more of what she herself did. Something about leaving completely intoxicated with a stranger was guaranteed to be against the Jedi way. In her mind, it didn't have to be. Something like that was obviously reckless and small minded.
A wisp of smoke wafted from what she believed to be a fellow's cigar, a booth to the side of hers. She sucked it in through her nose, smelling the flavor of something like incense. It gave her a short sense of euphoria, before she blinked it away. She was waiting for a woman called Chiana Mascova. She had information on a man who went by the name of Jarrius. He was supposedly the head of an enormous drug cartel, based on the exchange of their goods between Mandalore and several other planets. It was an extremely complex ordeal, which had been taking place several years under the noses of the Madelorian government. It was not effective to catch a single initiate in the act of drug exchange because they never knew Jarrius personally. The trick was to go up the line of criminals involved. It was the Jedi's current prerogative to apprehend the head of the organization, who was wanted dead or alive.
Apparently this Chiana Mascova had been cheated out of something that Lanna had yet to find out.
Her master was not present with her, but he was working on the same case at a different location. His teachings rang in her head every time she was on her own. This was not the first time her master left her without carefully looking over her shoulder. He had faith that she could accomplish basic tasks.
She had faith in her capabilities as well, as bold as it sounded. She knew the mechanics of negotiation.
She waited, ever so patiently as time crawled on.



Chiana mascova

 

[Chiana]

There she was, Chiana was sitting in another club on another day where she felt like the world was just being chaotic and whack as ever her eyes drearily slinking down to her table. The only purpose for her to stay here was a business proposition that was suppose to have occurred three hours ago by the club clock. The song was one that incited rave dancing in her honest opinion something she might have been joining along to if it she was more intoxicated, sadly before business she did have a rule. Never drink before visiting a future employer as it never ends well and sometimes you wake up in their apartment instead. Quite a disturbing experience she had with Zal'du, one she admitted she'd never wish experiment with again. As the hour digit swapped she groaned and let her head slam against the door the dark blue visor over her face pressing sharply into her face. Jolting back up she now closed her eyes and lifted it up out of her face as she now rubbed the red lines that were formed upon them by the constant wear and tear of them.

"Gah, ok next time get a coffee by the second hour so you don't start falling asleep at the booth." Mumbling softly as she now began to wonder, did a night club like this serve anything without alcohol in it to people of her age group? A few minutes of rubbing and the blue specs would be back in place over top of her eyes. A brief smell of smoke caught her attention as she now peered around the booth to see the man smoking a great brand. "Oi fella you should give me one of those, if it's an issue of money I'll gladly pay'a," A wink shot his way as she now waited for a response that was favorable to her ending up with some of his product. After staring at him and changing her expression to try and elicit some sympathy to her position she finally was handed a lit cigar now smiling and popping one end into her mouth. A quick inhale now filling her lunges with the smoke till she breathed it all back out in a huge cloud as she now plucked it from her pursed lips and closed her eyes.

"Frak warn do girl about doe after taste will ya?" (Frak, warn a girl about the after taste will ya?) Now essentially attempting to hack out her lunges as she wasn't fully prepared for that. The gentleman in the other booth merely laughed as he took the cigar back. Sitting in the booth she shouted over to one of the waitresses dressed in a rather unique garb. "Get me a Correllian rum, put it on my tab Chiana Mascova." The nearby vicinity probably could her her request.​

 

[Zenya]

Lanna raised her gaze, at full attention now. She first wondered if she had heard the woman right. Chiana Mascova was the name of the woman she had been searching for. Chiana Mascova was standing to the side of her booth, calling over a Twilek waitress in a sparkling pink dress cut off well above the knee. The waitress walked, hips swaying over to the woman who called her over. She held a circle tray on her open palm, with an assortment of liquors. The woman took a large glass with foam on the top, looking satisfied for the moment, as she held it up to the air, about to take a drink.
"Mascova. Chiana Mascova," Lanna called, standing up. She got the woman's attention. She was definitely attractive, and looked like chaos.
Lanna made her way to the table, gaze focused on the woman, not on the various eyes belonging to the sketchy residents of the club, who now had their attention on her. "Let me buy you a drink," she said, tilting her head with a slight smile. Her arms where crossed, and posture was casual. There were a few grunts, and snickers from the old men at the booth. She knew she looked young, but she didn't realize how her face, naked from any makeup, and prudish attire made her look so childish. She almost felt her eye twitch, and then swallowed, embarrassed at the tiny little natural action, that nobody saw.
She bought into her emotions, and pulled a card out from her belt. It had money on it. One thousand credits to be exact.
"You tell me what I need to know, and I'll buy you as many drinks as you want."
Lanna was serious. And she said it seriously. She did not add on extra layers of charm or charisma, but gave into her reckless method of negation.

 

[Chiana]

Chiana's eyes lingered over that rather adorable twi'lek, she had to admit out of all the female frames their was the most alluring even for a girl like herself. As she saw the tray rotate to face her she happily grabbed off her selection now taking a big gulp and pulling out a handsome tip that she plant on the tray for the girl. She then looked back around as she held the glass now preparing for a big sip. As soon as her name was called out she groaned rolling her eyes and hanging it down low as she planted her glass back upon the table now looking off to the side. "Yes?" She sighed now peering over to see the youngster, her eyes taking a second to make sure that she was addressing her. Chiana now glanced around as the young female n ow offering to pay for her own drink. "Aren't ya a bit young to be paying for someone's drink let alone sitting in this bar girl?"

Her voice may have been a bit condescending, but she wasn't really comfortable with a girl of her age already taking part of either business or employment in this sort of club. As she sat their she began to sip her own concoction she had asked for before hearing out the rest of the woman's thoughts. "Honey, I'm not sure what you think I know but before offering such a deal you really should bargain as I probably could drink you out of house and home if I scavenge their venue properly."

Chiana now pondered this idea before letting out a sigh as she shook her head, "Look, I can't take such a bargain from a child such as yourself so why don't you just ask me the question and I will figure out something suitable. Anyway this scene is getting old how about instead we go to a restaurant if you want to treat then be your guess, but with business I'm gonna need food to keep me from getting completely wasted, ya hear me?"​

 

[Zenya]

Lanna felt her face get so hot, she would be surprised if she wasn't as red as it felt. Luckily the multi colored lights in the club did a wonderful job of hiding it, and it faded away quickly. Her master was always better at negotiating than she was. When she took a deep breath, she smiled, placing the money card back on her belt."Alright then. There is a diner across the street. We can talk there." She didn't lose her composure, but instead acted as herself, and nodded away the woman's condescending act. She seemed to go about it as if she was doing Lanna a favor. It was slightly aggravating. She knew she could let the the frustration get to her, or just move on. So that's what she did. She moved on, and looked forward to the next step. "I am not asking to participate in your drinking games Mascova. I would prefer to ask you these questions in private. This was the location I was told I could find you, so this is where I came."
She was technically old enough to be at the club. Girls her age got into these places all of the time; Typically with other men. Especially since it was already in a low class neighborhood. The rule of acceptance was, to get in you had to fit in. Blend with the surroundings, which Lanna barely did. Suddenly everybody knew her age because of it.
She was pretty sure Chiana knew she would be visiting a Jedi at this place, she just didn't expect it to be someone so young. She had in fact, refrained from mentioning her age. She tried to imagine what her Master would have thought of this. He would probably be displeased with her methods. It wasn't as if she hadn't been inside a club before. She had on one occasion with her master, when they were searching for a criminal. Anyhow, it didn't matter. If she were any older, it would have been totally acceptable.
The curious eyes of the people around them had drifted, and most had gone back to their conversations.
She nodded. "I can provide food."

*** ​

The diner was almost empty. It was getting late, so that was understandable. They sat on yet another fake leather seat, which this time, did not smell like smoke and alcohol. Lanna sat across from the woman, and crossed her legs. She leaned forward a little, and clasped together, elbows on he table.
"Okay, order whatever you want, I don't mind. I just need information on Jarruis. I don't know anything about him personally, and I was told you might know a thing or two."

 

[Chiana]

Chiana shot the girl a furrowed brow of befuddlement as she nodded agreeing as she took back hr card and slid out standing beside the girl. She wasn't the tallest of women standing four to five inches shorter then six feet as she now looked over her. "I must admit, you seem a little young to be knowing the names of women like my own, unless you have had some sort of business with me ..." dangling out that thought as she wasn't entirely certain why this girl was making such advances to offer first drinks and then agree to a rather high class restaurant that was across from them. Sliding passed the youngling she would then make a jab at her age, "I must admit if this is some sorta date I must tell you in advance while you are cute I prefer them a bit more mature. And let me tell you if you are trying to coax something business related I will tell you that I mostly discrete about my business as I can't let it get out that I'm some sorta snitch you must understand."

A wicked grin spreading across her own features as she wasn't really attempting to dig for information merely pry at this potential client's patience with her and possibly her wallet if possible. "Anyway sweetie what can I do you for if it about me then I'm an open book and I'm more than glad to tell you my story but that is gonna cost you a fair penny for the booze it will take to spit it all out." Laughing as she now led the girl across the street as she was looking forward to meal off her tab. Lifting up the menu she began to read them spying over a bit curious of why she was being asked about a Jarruis.

"Hmmm, what would you suggest, should we split a nice meal like two respective women, or should I act like your mother in this situation." It was an obvious game, she wasn't all that secretive about her intentions but she enjoyed poking about her age as she wanted to know how she handled her cool. The only issue is that once or twice that did get her stabbed through the hand with a fork , quite the unpleasant dinner date and difficult to explain to the surgeons.

 

[Zenya]

Lanna sat, ready for her much anticipated information, when to her disappointment, Chiana mockingly addressed the fact that she would not be going out with her. The color drained from the young girl's face, and she shook her head. "No, I can assure you that you aren't my type either," She muttered, pulling a lock of wavy hair behind her ear, a little embarrassed. "Not that you aren't attractive..." She made sure to add. She had never really sought out a relationship with another person before, but she was pretty sure Chiana Mascova would not be one of them. Speaking of all that is relevant, yes, I completely understand and respect your business Ma'am. I would like to start with your story. How you came to be, up to the point of when you met this criminal, Jarrius. Anything important in your childhood, or later years would be excellent. Any organizations you have had direct affiliation with as well. I fully understand the cost of information such as that, and I am not besides paying you for your services.
She sat back in her seat, looking up at their waitress who had just come over. She looked at them, smiling. This time it was Chiana who's choice of attire stuck out compared to their surroundings. The waitress had her black hair pulled back into a low, sleek ponytail. She was tall, and wore a formal white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and black slacks. A tie was loosely fitted around her neck. "Hello, my name is Areis, and I will be your server tonight. May I get you something to drink?"
"Yes please. Just water."
Lanna raised an eyebrow at Chiana's suggestions for meals. She was getting familiar with her tactical, clever comments. "I suppose if splitting a meal is your personal preference then that is fine. But I assure you, treat yourself to whatever you would like." She said waving a hand, and smiling with her eyes.
The table was elegantly set, with a white table cloth, and crimson napkins. The silverware was set nicely, and the glass was all polished to a shine. She felt like she should have been wearing a fancy black dress instead of her awkward padawan robes. At least she wasn't as scandalous as Chiana...

 

[Chiana]

Chiana though now looking back over the girl, whom didn't seem to think much about the fashion with which she had been mocked by the older lady now shrugging as she realized that this little game wouldn't be quite as fun. Although the questioning remarks about her life story caused her to laugh, if you want to write my biography I'm afraid I must tell you that it isn't that entertaining of a story. Sitting own now at one of the tables in the restaurant she noted that the girl didn't blink twice about this still wanting to hear out her story. "Well, I guess I could begin where and how I grew up if you really want me to go that far back. Now where should I begin, ah yes what about when my family began working for an ugly slug of a Hutt named Zal'du." She started off now transition into what would probably be a rather long story.

"The Mascova family line has been in the business of working as bodyguards, dancer or all around servants for Zal'du's family long since he was born as this has continued for a few generations. Although, none of that has anything to do with this Jarruis you keep seeking information out upon although I did meet him on one of my mission a while back he wasn't all that bad of a man but I suggest you leave him alone. Anyway where did I go keep letting my mind wander ahh yes well one night Zal'du got me drunk and unpleasant memories were made so I quit his employ an instead left to work with a new guy." As the waiter approached she snapped her attention off over to the waitress. "Ahh yes I would like some of your finest wine and one of the more expensive meals it's on here she is such a nice girl taking care of her elders isn't she." After dispatching a meal she then sent the waitress back on her way.

"Not that it's any of my business but could you explain why you are even looking for a man like him in the first place? I mean you seem like a good little girl who should be off in some academy learning how to apply yourself in some technical job or maybe just a secretary?"

 

[Zenya]

The young girl nodded the waitress off. She had ordered her own fancy meal, which happened to be in a language she could barely read, so she practically just pointed to a picture of something that looked interesting enough. Speaking came simple to her. It was reading that was the challenge. Languages were always an interesting subject for her, which she excelled in when it came to actually interacting with other users of the tongue.
"I see," Lanna replied as Chiana told her about her previous servitude for the Hutt, Zal'du, waiting patiently for the information she so desired. Her attention hooked onto her statement "Although, none of that has anything to do with this Jarruis you keep seeking information out upon although I did meet him on one of my mission a while back he wasn't all that bad of a man but I suggest you leave him alone."
She wanted to hear more about that. It also tugged at her attention, that it did not matter what a nice man he may have been, he was known for transporting thousands upon thousands of ships filled with illegal drugs and merchandise. Of course she couldn't expect a woman of her disposition to understand that.
The woman's next question made her pause. She asked who she was, and why a little girl like her was searching her a man such as Jarrius. She couldn't ignore the slight feeling of pride filling the bottom of her chest. It was always entertaining to her. A pleasure to inform her authority that she was a Jedi. And if they didn't respect that, it only gave her more motivation to give them reason to.
Of course an emotion such as that was considered reckless, so she pushed it down behind her eyes, and never showed it off to anybody. Lanna, herself was ashamed of the feeling.
"I am a Jedi. And I'm searching for Jarrius as orders from my Master." She said casually, swallowing her potential arrogance. "I am confident I can handle a man such as Jarrius. And if I can't, I have plenty of backup."

 

[Chiana]

Chiana glanced back toward the young jedi now glancing about the restaurant as she was beginning to get bored of this scene much like that of the nightclub that they had met at to begin with, she was a woman of action and this talk and sitting about wasn't really her style. Not to mention the Jedi probably weren't the most pleasant fellows to talk about her type of business, at least not all parts of her trade even if she was one of the more law abiding guns for sale. A solitary hand now resting upon the table as she made a stand for her to keep her head held relatively high and crooked toward the female now awaiting yet more information she supposed? "Hmm, right jedi's and their proud clinginess to the force and having others to command that will fight along side you. Numbers mean very little kid when you are on foot and your enemy are surrounding you. Grant it I'm not the smartest bulb in the pack but I know a thing or two about improvising just like good ole Jarrius. See he left a rather nasty scar last time we met. All friendly mind you nothing to lethal back and forth."

Chiana continued now making a note that she probably should go about telling Jarrius about the little runt who was asking about for him although, she wouldn't disclose to much information she knew his business and preferred to not discuss it. Least of all with someone who was more than likely going to send him off to the old slammer or worse. "I really am afraid that I can't help you that much though as I am not able to disclose his current location without some proper reasons of why you need him or incentives." Yawning and sliding her chair back and propping her feet up on the table uncaring of the watching eyes who were annoyed at her unlady like behavior in a restaurant of this class.
The woman's next question made her pause. She asked who she was, and why a little girl like her was searching her a man such as Jarrius. She couldn't ignore the slight feeling of pride filling the bottom of her chest. It was always entertaining to her. A pleasure to inform her authority that she was a Jedi. And if they didn't respect that, it only gave her more motivation to give them reason to.
Of course an emotion such as that was considered reckless, so she pushed it down behind her eyes, and never showed it off to anybody. Lanna, herself was ashamed of the feeling.
"I am a Jedi. And I'm searching for Jarrius as orders from my Master." She said casually, swallowing her potential arrogance. "I am confident I can handle a man such as Jarrius. And if I can't, I have plenty of backup."

 

[Zenya]

Lanna sighed, her patience running thin. She needed the information, and was planning to do whatever she needed to get it.
The night crawled on and they ate. They were almost finished when a pair of men and two ladies entered the diner, and the hostess reluctantly asked then to leave. They were apparently closing for the night, and wanted them to leave, but the four people were persistent about staying and ordering something to eat. One of the men looked drunk, and the two women looked exotic, yet dim whited with their little giggles, and swaying eyes.
The hostess let them in due to their aggressive behavior and sat them down.
Lanna diverted her attention away from them when one of the men made a small gesture to her with a finger, and the woman under his arm snickered, biting her thumb nail between red lips, which curled up in an amused smile. The staff in the diner were probably growing impatient themselves. Starting with the Jedi and the woman Chiana coming from the club across the street, now they brought in these unsavory characters along with them.
Lanna ignored that situation entirely, and turned to Chiana. "Ma'am. I am not completely sure if you realize this, but Jarrius is a criminal that I have been ordered to apprehend. Suggesting your business, you should have no problem sharing a bit of information with me, for a heafty sum of money. Now, if that is an issue I can arrange some other form of negotiation.
She looked at her, featureless. Arms crossed. She had a suspicion that the woman could possibly be influenced by the force. That is, if she was as unintelligent as their neighboring diners seemed to be.
"So what do you say?"