Set Design

[Namira Heart]

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Nar Shadaa[/fancybox4]
Emisara dressed in her elegant white and gold outfit. She was going to be actually leaving the house today and not going to the casino. Her sort of underground bunker of a house was well networked under the city. She rose out of a hatch that released her next to the shadow syndicates casino. She had told the other to meet her there as it was a decent landmark to find. Her shipment today consisted of two parts, Elia's large guns and Emisara's more delicate device. She was gearing up for a new show and the stage had to be set. Also in the ship mentioned was quite a bit of narcotics. She hoped the individual delivering her things had the discretion to not look. The drugs were of course not for her but to rather immobilize her targets and confuse them. It also help her play with their mind. She heard someone approaching and turned hoping it was the smuggler she hired. @Herrith Hendarsin ((sorry if it's a bit short I ran it on mobile))

 

[Herrith]

Herrith approached the casino of the famous-or infamous-Shadow Syndicate. Depending on what they did for you. Today, they'd hired her once more. A smuggling job. However, this was someone she hadn't met before. Ironic. She knew what she assumed was the leader of the crime syndicate but didn't know his associates. Hmph.

As she approached, Herrith waved and smiled.
"I'm guessing you're the woman who hired my services?"

She was no stranger to Nar Shaddaa. Especially this part. The directions were a nice touch, but unnecessary. Sometimes people just underestimated the Zeltron. Or overestimated. But mostly the former.

Regardless, this was going to be an... interesting job.

 

[Namira Heart]

Emisara smiled invitingly to the other. Anyone could see however in her eyes she was analyzing. You could see past the orbs into the gears turning. "I am the woman who asked for you to deliver my play things yes." She crouches down to the hatch and pulls it open yelling out the name Elia. She stand and pulls free a data pad and begins setting up her payment for transfer to the others bank. From the hatch rises a girl in a corset and wire skirt. Her face adorned with clown makeup. Emisara turns to her, her smile widening, "Ah you have gotten into costume. Are the other actors ready to adorn my stage?" Elia smiled, "As soon as the set is finished." She looked to Herrith as the set was the delivery. Emisara turns back to Herrith, "Ah yes. The explosives guns and toxins. All very important to the story." She types on the data pad and then hands it to Herrith. "If you enter your details for the money transfer we can get this show on the road. I do have to ask if you will help us carry it down to the stage."

 

[Herrith]

The woman that had hired Herrith had put on a smile, but her eyes were not far off from what the Zeltron looked like when she was calculating someone. Blank, but still full of thought. It was sort of unsettling.

"I am the woman who asked for you to deliver my play things yes."

Play things? Toxins and explosives, among other things? What other psychotic people were leading the Syndicate? And who was she to call someone crazy? Herrith herself was crazy sometimes.

Soon after speaking, her employer opened a hatch and yelled a name, in which a woman dressed in a corset and face covered in abstract makeup appeared, communicating with the Syndicate officer as she handed a datapad to Herrith.

"If you enter your details for the money transfer we can get this show on the road. I do have to ask if you will help us carry it down to the stage."

The Zeltron found her account and entered it into the datapad, then handed it back.
"I appreciate your business. I'll unload the cargo on my own...unless you've got other scary people with makeup on standby. No offense."

 

[Namira Heart]

"She is my favorite little actress and no I don't have more of them the others don't make it past the final act. Sort of the point." Emisara threw open the large hatch revealing the lift platform. It would make it alot easier to get the things down into her theatre. "Would you perhaps enjoy a ticket to the show or perhaps the dinner after the little play. Elia will be out of makeup then and she makes a killer gumbo. Got the recipe from one of our old players. We had to of course wine and dine the man before taking him to the stage. His final act was..." She paused longingly, "sparky." She recalled the shooting stars brusting from his body. The glowing sparks igniting his true beauty.

 

[Herrith]

"She is my favorite little actress and no I don't have more of them the others don't make it past the final act. Sort of the point."

So, then. It was some kind of sick game of killing. That explained the toxins. And weaponry. Well then.

"Would you perhaps enjoy a ticket to the show or perhaps the dinner after the little play. Elia will be out of makeup then and she makes a killer gumbo. Got the recipe from one of our old players. We had to of course wine and dine the man before taking him to the stage. His final act was...sparky."

Herrith cursed inwardly. If she said no, it might be taken as an insult to whatever organization this woman was running. Which was the very last thing she wanted to do.

"I'll, uh, take you up on that offer for dinner. I'd have watched the show but I wouldn't want to waste your time. I'm not a... sophisticated type, you see.."

She smiled and kept her tone authentic. The smuggler didn't wish to cause trouble nor intrude on any of these activities. This certainly seemed like a pit fight for wealthier tastes.

 

[Namira Heart]

"I like this one." Elia smiled a the smuggler.
"She does seem at least tolerable of us, that is nice." Emisara smiled. She would insist on helping the smuggler unload her things onto the lift. When the boxes were loaded she would hop on with them Elia remaining close to her side but not assisting with the lifting. When they lowered into the tunnel network it began with a large room where all the other weapons were stored one side expressed a calm calculated killer with delicate means of ending someone's life. Emisara began putting away the knives and toxins over there. She returned to simply move the boxes of heavy duty weaponry to the other side where the heavy more chaotic weapons lie. She gestured the smuggler to follow further into the network till the came upon another room. Much like anywhere in their din, th walls and floor and ceiling were concrete. The lighting was bright enough to chase the darkness of the place however. There was a sofa and tv and the basics of a living room to one side and the other was set with a dark oak dining table. All furnishings were reflecting an elegance that the concrete dwelling would usually lack. Emisara offered a seat at the table to the smuggler and would take seat next to her. "I am Emisara by the way. " Elia would dissappear further into the network to begin cooking.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith glanced between the two and the weapon walls as they walked through that area, starting to piece together exactly what this game was. As the woman gestured to her to continue, Herrith took one last look at the knife wall before walking after.

Inside the next room, there were nice furnishings and an oak table. Very formal. Her employer offered a seat, in which the Zeltron graciously took, then sat down nearby as the other lady went off to either kill something or cook.

"I am Emisara by the way."

Herrith put on a smile and replied.
"Herrith. Pleased to meet you."

 

[Namira Heart]

"So what brought you into the business you're in." Emisara began a gentle small talk she stood and went over to the small bar in the corner and began mixing herself a drink. "Would you like anything?" If the other asked for something Emisara would pour it as she had almost every liquor. As she would return to the table a man would come running from the hall that leads deeper into the complex. His hands were shackled and he looked scared. He stared at the smuggler. "Help!" His terror increased as Emisara rose from her seat and came into his view. She calmly walked over to the man. He cowered into the wall immobilized by her presence alone. Emisara called for Elia. "My apologies. My work sometimes bothers my home life." Emisara spoke to her guest as though this was normal for people.

 

[Herrith]

"So what brought you into the business you're in?"

Oh, joy. Life stories. How 'exciting'. Herrith chose from one of her many fake stories and replied.

"I was an orphan. Got taken in by a smuggler crew and it rubbed off on me. Here I am now-however, I'm not just a smuggler. Any job that's within my morals is normally something I can do."

Suddenly, a man ran into the room, wearing shackles. Kriff. Some of the entertainment this place offered. He yelled 'help' to Herrith before Emisara approached him, the man frozen in fear.

The Zeltron spoke up.
"Hey, don't do anything drastic, if you mind. I've been in a position not far from what he's in now."

She blinked and hoped nothing bad happened. Most slaves didn't deserve punishment. Most.

 

[Namira Heart]

She simply walked closer to the man. He was no slave simply a crime lord on Nar Shadaa. He definitely deserved what was going to happen but that was later. Emisara was not about to let him ruin his own performance. "Unless you were also dumb enough to open up drug trade and a gang under the nose of the Syndicate you have never been close to this man's situation. I am also going to assume you haven't tried such since this is the first time you and I have met. I would have seen you so much sooner had that not been the case." Her eyes would not break contact with the running actor who tried to flee her stage.
He stood still till suddenly she was close to him. Her hand rose, palm up, to in front of her mouth. She blew air pursing her lips. It almost looked like she was blowing a kiss. A white powder flew through the air, off of her hand. When the man gasped and flinched he did exactly what she wanted him to. He brought the powder into his lungs. His pupils dilated and he suddenly smiled widely. "Go." She pointed towards the hall, "Find Elia and tell her you have lost your way." He turned hobbling down the hall off to find Emisara's stagehand.
Emisara turned around and smiled as though nothing happened. "My apologies. Not all players like to rehearse properly for their final scene. I hope it did not bother you too terribly." She returned to her seat calmly and took a rather large gulp of her mixed drink.

 

[Herrith]

"Unless you were also dumb enough to open up drug trade and a gang under the nose of the Syndicate you have never been close to this man's situation. I am also going to assume you haven't tried such since this is the first time you and I have met. I would have seen you so much sooner had that not been the case."

Herrith tilted her head in a nod. More like a prisoner than a slave, then. Not her business, then. If he was corrupt, he was corrupt.
"In that case, I don't give a brix what he did. Well, to be fair, I scammed a few other Zeltrons back home. But that was fun and games."

She watched as the Syndicate leader apparently drugged the guy and sent him off to go find Elia. Hmph. Not too different from pheromones. She made it a note to not anger the lady for fear of becoming a mindless slave.
"My apologies. Not all players like to rehearse properly for their final scene. I hope it did not bother you too terribly."

Herrith sat back down and shrugged.
"Didn't bother me at all. No big deal. I'll make it a note not to defy you. That pixie dust is something akin to pheromones. And I hate pheromones."

 

[Namira Heart]

Emisara smiled,"Devil's dust. It is weaker than pheromones since you lose the distance and the full air affect. It is best in close range. It is one of my favorite things. I like to call what I just did, the Devil's kiss."
As she poured herself another drink Elia entered with a large pot that was placed in the center of the table. She retrieved plates and silver and napkins all very decorated items matching the elegance of the table.
Emisara looked at their visitor a moment,"By the way if he was a slave he would be treated better." She referred to the now long gone man. She felt like she should say that having slowly gauged Herrith's original reaction to the man and settling that Herrith must have once been one herself.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith nodded, noting the chemical for later research. Probably something on the black market. She wasn't surprised. Everything about the Syndicate screamed black market. Emisara poured herself another drink as Elia appeared with a pot, also setting the table. Guess it was time to touch up on formalities...

Then the Syndicate leader spoke.
"By the way if he was a slave he would be treated better."

Likely. From what Herrith had seen from Syndicate slaves, it was that they were treated a damn sight better than the Hutts'. At least that was something. However, slavery was still slavery and slaves were still slaves.
"I appreciate the sudden appearance of morals."

She smiled, standing until asked to be seated. After all, there was no point in formalities unless you include the most important part: waiting to be seated. Or something like that.

 

[Namira Heart]

Emisara simply gestured for her guest to have a seat and Elia followed the same command. She spooned the gumbo into a bowl and passed it down to the visitor, Herrith. Then another to Emisara, who had taken her seat in-between the two of them. She waited till last for herself and smiled eating silently. The Gumbo was richly spiced the rice was well done with sausage from a beast that couldn't be placed lest you were well trained in culinary arts. Emisara found herself curious with the Smuggler though and hadn't taken a bite, "So you reacted rather quickly when you thought that man was a slave. I know it is not my place but so you perhaps have history of some sort? It rare for me to see a smuggler with much of an issue towards anything really. Feel free to not share if you do not want to. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable."

 

[Herrith]

Herrith had sat down and Elia had served them before there was a brief pause of silence. Something the Zeltron always hated. It just never felt right to her. Then Emisara cut through the silence and stopped her thoughts.

"So you reacted rather quickly when you thought that man was a slave. I know it is not my place but so you perhaps have history of some sort? It rare for me to see a smuggler with much of an issue towards anything really. Feel free to not share if you do not want to. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable."

Herrith nodded and ate some of the gumbo before blinking and replying. She normally didn't open up about this, but her reaction to the man essentially told Emisara everything she needed to know, so she'd be honest this time.

"I was a slave for a time in my life. Hutt Cartel. They gave me this-"
She pointed to her scar.
"-and branded me like a Bantha before they spit me out, half dead in a ditch on Tatooine. So you're asking why I reacted even though I'm a smuggler? That's why."

She blinked, returning to her gumbo and hoping her tone wasn't terribly forceful.

 

[Namira Heart]

"That is a horrendous way to be treated. While I am one to still think of slaves as beneath me, I usually revert from violence and branding." Emisara idly chewed at her food another moment. "You wanna lucky slave you should chat with Mazikeen. She is the boss' slave girl and I don't think I have ever seen him it her."

 

[Herrith]

Herrith nodded as the woman spoke. She suspected that the Syndicate was better than the Cartel, or so they said. As Emisara described someone called Mazikeen, the Zeltron made it a note to speak with this Mazikeen another time.

She cleared her throat.
"So. What's a lighthearted topic, now that that's over?"

Herrith hardly knew what they could talk about next. In fact, it was probably getting around the time that she was gonna get kicked out.