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Masked In Sight.; Veko | Nar Shadda
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Topic Started: Aug 11 2011, 10:02:34 AM (580 Views)
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Aug 11 2011, 10:02:34 AM
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- She sat alone at a table within the heart of the pub. There was a slight arc in her back which pushed her breasts forward and her legs were so close together she could feel her ankles from within her high-heeled boots. She had one hand placed on her lap and the other perched atop the table. That perched hand was the focus of her attention; her eyes were intensely fixed on it as her gaze moved from one digit to the next all the way to the and then back the other direction. Certainly, she held no expression of boredom, quite the opposite; she had the look of someone in intense study of something dire and important. Nevertheless… Saarit was the name she was going by tonight, a mask of a name she used when in such places and in such situations where her true identity could compromise her. Hence why, tonight, she wore an outfit that could have easily allowed her to pass as one of the scantily dressed waitresses who were indulging the clientele a tad too much in her opinion. The dress she wore clung tightly to her upper body but clung loosely from her small waist down to her toes; concealing those high-heeled, knee-high boots of hers. The dress held a low neck line, long sleeves and was a solid navy in colour. As she sat there, she appeared someone entirely different to the being she was by training and faith.
Saarit was the mask she wore, and with it, the badge of a simple woman who had no qualms about spending the night with someone completely foreign just for a few credits, it was her most subtle disguise as she sought out the tainted roots of crime within the Galaxy with added intention to remove those roots as opposed to chopping down such organizations one limb at a time...but her true name was Mivaal and with that name came the understanding that she was a Jedi who served the Order loyally as a Master, a talented one at that, and as a member of its Council. It is not to say that she was anything special given that she did sit on the Council, but for one such as herself to idly sit in a pub on Nar Shadda…not something most would consider the norm and it was even suggested that another Investigator be the one to carry out the mission but she who had been the one who had been gathering the necessary intelligence and establishing contacts enough for her to even formally make a mission of this which was then sanctioned by the rest of the Council. Selfish was not the correct word, determination did not do justice enough but it was sufficient to point out that she wished to complete the task that she had started on her own. Of course, her team grew and stationed somewhere close were a group of Rangers lead by a Knight, incidentally, the same Knight suggested to handle the dirty work. No! She was going to see this too the end.
Her teal orbs flicked from her hand set on the table to the brown courier’s bag at her feet which contained a communicator, a brown robe of hers which was neatly enough folded and then there was her beautifully-crafted lightsaber that she could see quite clearly. Sitting there, in such a shady pub with such shady characters all about her, she would be damned not to have left her bag open just enough for her to take hold of that tool in any event. Her eyes returned to her hand and that still expression returned to her face…at least until the main door to the pub opened. Her eyes darted to the door and they set themselves upon a rather aggressive and dark group of humanoid males with a slender female among all that brawn. The group was half in and half out; just on the threshold as the two at the front glanced at every face they could see and met every eye they possibly could. They were staking out the place; making sure that shit wouldn’t go down just as they were having a few drinks and a bite to eat. The fore-guards, finally satisfied that things were good, began their walk forward and revealed the object of Mivvy’s attention for the last few weeks and her then her rear-guards. The group of seven leisurely made their way through the dining area and headed for the bar which they cleared off with a few grunts and vicious dears, but not before they passed her table and allowed her the opportunity to glance at the female flanked by all that muscle and danger.
She was the initial target, the one that would lead her to others who would direct her, not willingly of course, to the consortium of individuals responsible for the dirtiest and one of the largest criminal bodies this side of the Galaxy with a great many ties to the Core Worlds and legitimate organizations within them. It was a consortium that was growing much too quickly who’s actions had to be plugged before things sunk further. She would be the arrow that would point her in the right direction the moment this group of seven felt it was time to leave. The group had settled themselves at the bar, drinks were on the way and the order for food was put in while some conversation was exchanged, none of it involving the female for obvious reason – she was much too important to be chatting with her lowly guards. But, she was presently aware of something brewing on the other side of the pub and the moment she turned her gaze from that group, her eyes took notice of some silent exchange of gazes with some subtly activity going on beneath the table’s surface. It was as her intelligence as pointed out and if things panned out as she hoped, that female would end up scurrying from this pub unscathed; making a direct line for her immediate superiors and Mivvy would take things from there. Tonight, the head of the snake would be severed and the body burned to ash.
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Aug 11 2011, 11:29:06 AM
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The Criminal Underworld, so many aspects did it have that could prove useful to him, so many things that had an advantage over the mystical and the powerful. Even the smallest of criminals might take down a big fish, there were so many options available to anyone and everyone that was willing to take them in a place like this. That was why the Jedi coul never stop crime, because there was hardly any order to it, hardly any set system that could be put to an end. No, there would always be crime, but the Sith and the Jedi, eventually they would fade, the prior before the latter he was sure.
The Sith were naive, too trapped in their mindset of power at any cost and destruction of the Jedi. Then there was the Jedi, who themselves sought to destroy the Sith and bring peace to the galaxy. He himself had been a Jedi, a criminal, and now had joined the Sith but in name only. He could obtain from them many relics and items of use, forces to use and manipulate. That's what the Sith were to him, tools and nothing more, a means to an end that would put him on top and get him vital pieces to his plan. That, and they provided an acceptable distraction for his activites, a convenient scape-goat for when things began to come together. The blame would be theirs, they would be hunted,and he would escape with the prizes he sought and would use to his advantage.
A small laugh escaped him as he entered a bar behind a a large group of people, and as he entered the Sith Lord quickly scanned the area through the force to ensure none would identify him. At first it seemed clear, but when he neared a table on his way toward the bar he not only felt, but saw another danger lurking in the night. A Togruta, scantily clad and fit to burst out of it with her luscious body. He was half-tempted to make it happen until he realized who it was, who the Jedi had sent, he felt, to observe the woman not far away.
As was a part of his mystique, Veko kept his hood low and covered his head to ensure he would not be recognized so easily, and swiftly dampened his presence in the force. So the Jedi had begun to send those such as her to complete missions, were they truly that pressed for veterans and powerful Jedi? It was entirely possible, the number he had killed or heard of dying had been many in the past decade or so. But to see Mival Khess, such a succulent and powerful woman in her own right handling business a Jedi Knight could have, that made him smile. They must be desparate, he thought, either that or she had started a job and was determined to see it through. He didn't need to know, all he needed was to get a good look at her dress-clad body and possibly a long night with her, or some other head-tailed well-endowed woman of the criminal sort.
"Oh how the plot thickens and my desires flourish," he murmured before he received a drink and sipped lightly at the liquid. How interesting this night would become.
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Council Meeting Jedi Training: Simulated Attack
Master Rovnak Torvalan Assassin Veko Kay'lak Knight Quinn Vollas Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov Inventor Malcom Araius
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Aug 11 2011, 05:19:15 PM
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- The moment one of the scantily dressed waitresses was walking back to the bar with an empty tray tucked under her arm, Mivvy wasted no time to raise her hand, beckon the young woman over and order herself a drink; anything really, so long as it was heavy enough to burn its way down her oesophagus. The look in the waitress’ eyes was enough to give Mivvy some confidence that the possibility of her true identity being discovered had just been completely tossed out the window. Sitting there, all alone at that table with the strongest drink possible being her only company for the entire night and add the fact that she had dressed with desperation, or at least appeared to be. She was beyond certain that no one in that pub would expect a member of the Jedi Council to be sitting there amongst them playing the role of spy. The thought alone was amusing even to her but now was not the time to be amused by her own thoughts because he mind needed to be on the “up and at ‘em”; anticipating the actions that would lead to the scene that would unfold within a matter of moments. It would be a flawless execution; flawless and most necessary to her mission. The waitress returned some minutes after, set a large glass of some red liquid down before her, shot her the snarkiest smile accompanied with a rather demeaning glare and strutted off. Mivvy’s eyes followed that one right up until she stopped at a table the other side of the pub and entertained some males, one of which was enjoying his time groping her ass cheek. She could only wonder about the series of events that lead that young woman here…shame she had more important events to observe.
As she took hold of her glass with both hands, her eyes shot over to the few in the corner who were all abuzz with subtle activity the moment the group of seven had entered. There were four of them, and each was shooting glances, that ranged from nervous to anger, amongst themselves with a few of them hitting the party up at the bar. Bit by bit, she pulled her glass closer and closer to it till its edge was touching the table’s edge. She lowered her gaze to the contents of her glass just as she heard the sound of a chair behind pushed back followed by some footsteps. A quick glance up allowed her to watch as one of the four from the corner walked across the dining area, made his way behind the bar and disappeared behind a door back there. A confirmation glance showed that his three buddies had settled themselves and now refused to make eye contact with anyone or anything but themselves as they continued to speak in what she assumed to be even more hushed tones. Still, a severity remained within their eyes and she knew that it was aimed at the seven who were still parked up at the bar. Her eyes settled on them for a bit; perhaps the first time since they had walked in all nonchalantly. A part of her wished she hadn’t because she subjected herself to watching one of them use his own hands to shovel food into his mouth before wiping off his face with said hand and repeating the pattern. The others weren’t eating as she had assumed but were downing drink after drink while engaging in near-raucous conversation with periodic bursts of laughter that clearly irritated the lone female of the group.
That humanoid female sat as still as Mivvy did and held onto her drink just as Mivvy was doing at that moment; but as Mivvy stared at her, the female remained transfixed with the deep blue contents of her glass. For a moment, she returned to the drink in front of her and tested the possibility of at least taking a couple sips to maintain the charade that she had made painstaking effort to ensure and fortify as best she could and she was good at it…honestly. She didn’t care for it but it was vital to her specialization and to her missions and so on and so forth. But if this drink was, indeed, as strong as she had requested just to complete her image, should she be drinking this while essentially on duty at present. Still…she gripped the glass as she sat forward and raised the glass to her lips. Just before the liquid could touch her lips, her gaze shot over the rim of the glass, across the room and onto that hooded figure. Honestly, the Rodian with one of the waitresses on his lap was the first thing her eyes hit, but at the table next to him; alone like her sat that hooded individual. Male given the broadness of his shoulder – a bold assumption given that she had seen much large and much more muscular and male-look women before, but the tell-tale sign ought to have been the whiskery but neat beard, which was all she could make out of his face, but just as she had seen females with more brawn, she wasn’t hesitant to note that she has seen much hairier on a female. Her eyes moved from the Rodian to the bit of the hood that covered the top of the other guy’s face before she apprehensively focussed on the rim of her glass…and then she took a sip.
A sip turned into one fantastic gulp of the drink. Well, it honestly was not that bad so she guessed she could hold her liquor well. She glanced about, almost expecting to have gained some applause from her little feat there but the situation she had inserted herself into returned to her conscience the moment the fourth from the corner returned form that door behind the bar and beckoned for his pals to follow as he made his way out the main door. She set her glass down, sat back in her chair and drew a breath. Now, all she had to do was wait, make sure she didn’t get hit by a stray shot and more importantly…make sure she did not lose her target.
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Aug 11 2011, 06:03:59 PM
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Veko noticed that quick glance at him, how Mivaal seemed to want to know more about the dark assassin than he would allow. Oh yes, he knew how to play the information game, some might say he had invented the highest levels of the information trade. Yes, he wished to show the galaxy what it was like to take all the information one ever wanted and hardly give any away. It almost seemed to be a greater ambition than that, perhaps one day he might create a great library of knowledge, Sith, Jedi, and neutral alike, all in the hopes of having the greatest collection of knowledge, practical and impractical alike.
Yes, that might be a worthy goal, but for now he loved to play games with the minds of others. Already nearby dark looks were being traded. To one skilled in such things the looks were obvious and the intent easy to decipher. Plus, he thought, such an experienced person would see the beginnings of a bar brawl among them. How he hoped they would, wouldn't that just be the surprise for the Jedi and the criminals alike? He was one of them, a criminal like many others, but he was famed as a great assassin, greater than most of those that operated in this day and age.
The thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, and for once he let his impatience and excitement get the better of him. He knew it was danger, an unnecessary risk, but he liked danger, enjoyed and reveled in the risk involved that one must always watch out for but enjoy to the fullest extent. It was a rush truly, and as a waitress dropped a full glass next to the half-full one already rimmed by one hand, the Assassin grinned. It was time, regardless of everything around him he wanted the Jedi, especially Mivaal, to know who he was and what he was willing to do. Perhaps, he thought, he might rekindle that affection she had for him, as he certainly had no lack of affection for her full, luscious body on display before him now.
So deliberately, with rehearsed ease he slipped the hood off of his head and let his dark hair fall forward. It shrouded his features at first, but as he shook his head, parted his hair and let the bangs fall to split his eyes in half, he offered a small, mischievous smirk that would tell anyone around exactly what they needed to know: he knew they were there, and he knew they were watching. Soon after Veko Kay'lak, Lord of the Sith downe his first drinked and slowly sipped at the other, enjoying the tasteful burn of the liquor as it passed down his throat and deep into his belly. How he lived the sensations of life, and that is exactly what he sought out of every encounter with a woman: lively sensual moments that reminded him why life existed.
"So what's it to be now," he whispered into the music-filled and anticipation charged air around him.
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Council Meeting Jedi Training: Simulated Attack
Master Rovnak Torvalan Assassin Veko Kay'lak Knight Quinn Vollas Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov Inventor Malcom Araius
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Aug 12 2011, 11:37:53 AM
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- She did not have to wait very long for things to really take effect…not with the beverage she had ordered, but with the situation that was quickly spiralling into the chaotic mess that was all her doing. While the four lackeys were off passing on word of the seven in the pub with specific mention of the female, those said seven continued to eat, drink, talk and whatever else they could find interest in doing. This was not a chance situation, certainly not. A great deal of time, patience and effort went into making sure that what was about to happen did happen. Her alter-ego, Saarit, had been a busy girl over the last few days; making sure that casual information was passed from one of the lower and less-sought out informants to those who earned greater pay for their more credible information until such information was whispered into the ears of a competing criminal organization leader who, as rumour had it, was a bit disgruntled by the sudden success and growing prowess of the organization that Mivvy was hell-bent on bring down to its feet. She had originally intended to bring down both organizations at the same time but that would be unlikely for a number of reasons and she felt it would be better to go one at a time. Eventually, she would get to those other hard-hitting rings of illegal activity and, with the aid of others, sever those rings and bring those organizations crashing down in a beautiful, infernal blaze. Justice would be served all in due time but for right now, she had one big fish in her sights and she sat there taking a sip of a drink that was growing on her rather quickly because it was required of her to ensure success.
Events. Series of events. That is how she typically carried out her operations. Events that she could manipulate to varying extents to achieve the desired result, the result she wanted, without making others any the wiser of what she was doing; events that had to be handled very carefully and arranged accurately and precisely so that when the first domino was knocked over, the chain reaction initiated would occur flawlessly. Saying Mivaal Khess liked her job was an understatement! She took great pride in the work she did because it would benefit hundreds of others and she was good at it, to say the least. She enjoyed it because she was rather good at what she did, even if she was not the best at it. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a few sips before she set it down almost perfectly atop the moist ring the glass had made on the table’s surface. Mivvy closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath and allowed her mind to traverse the Force so as to perhaps glimpse what is to come so that she could make sure all her planning would indeed transpire as she had calculated and predicted – she was always the one to be over-meticulous about details, especially while undercover in one of the enemy’s nests of alcohol, drugs, sex and whatever went on beneath tables, in corners and behind closed but unlocked doors. The main doors opened. Most heads turned, hers included, and eyes were momentarily glued to the group that just entered. Suddenly, “momentarily” turned into a double take before even more eyes fixated on them. There were exactly ten of them, all male and a good mix of species with the majority being humanoid…and they were all armed but no weapons were drawn.
Mivvy’s eyes quickly went from face to face; looking for…ah! There he was…the lone Barabel. He, like a few of the new arrivals which included the four who made their leave some time before, had a good deal of brawn, he wore a rather vicious-looking smile which revealed his many…many sharp, needle-like teeth and his eyes were stern and burned through all obstacles till his gaze was set on the female at the bar. She was a distance from the group who had come to a halt some paces from the bar, having caught the attention of most of the seven at the bar, so she could not hear any exchange of words…but, she could tell when the Barabel was chuckling and read his lips when he gave a specific order to his men: “Take her.” Weapons were drawn, someone screamed out; this lead to more screams and yells and a great deal of activity which was accented by the sound of blaster fire coming from one end of the pub. Those at the bar reacted quickly, even after having lost one of their own in the first wave of fire. They pushed useless patrons out of the way, pushed tables to their side and used them as shields. Mivvy had reacted much quicker than them though. The moment the attackers raised their weapons, she reached for her bag, leapt from her seat – knocking her glass off the edge in the process, and had her back to the wall behind before her glass could make one odd bounce before shattering on the second impact. She slid down the wall with her but resting on her heels while keeping her head down and her back in her lap. As she had been expecting, the first domino had just been knocked over.
Her mind was so fixated on keeping alive in this ridiculous brawl that she almost didn’t hear a part of her mind screaming out something to her… the target! She had to make sure her target, the female, was alive. Never mind the screaming and the yelling and the blasters that were working overtime. She opened her eyes and looked up at the bar…she wasn’t there…then she looked to the closest table that had been pushed to lean on its side and he saw her, crouching down and yelling into a communicator while one of her body guards returned heavy fire in her defence. The guard rose to his feet and fearlessly fired like there would be no tomorrow and, chances were, there wouldn’t be for him…the same went for his comrade who quickly moved to his side and fired in unison…and then the female got to her feet; using the two body guards as her shield and life-line…and then the three started to make their way, slowly, back to the bar. They were making their move, and soon, she would have to but that may be a bit dodgy. It seems, that anyone who tried to make a break for it either got shot accidentally or was shot on suspicion of being the enemy…and she wasn’t exactly up for being shot down, so she needed a wa- Purely accidental, and a hallucination…that’s what it was. It had to be. The moment she set her eyes on that face across the room, she knew she must have been seeing things, but that was far from likely, she knew better than to allow herself to be drugged or poisoned. But…he was sitting there. Shock, ignorance and confusion forced her to rise to her feet amidst all the chaos that seemed almost non-existent at the moment with her bag in hand. It was him…it was definitely him…and he was having himself a drink…?
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Aug 12 2011, 04:36:18 PM
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The brawl that seemed to erupt all around him, Veko noticed, was not just purely chaos: it was controlled chaos. This had been arranged by the deft mind of someone that had done a lot of research and taken much time to set everything up. As he looked over at the dress-clad Mivaal he knew who the culprit behind all of it was. He did have to wonder though, which group or person among them was her real target. He of course was not the target,that much was certain. If he had been, the brawl would have started sooner and she would have rushed at him with lightsaber at the ready. Thus as the brawl came to full swing he noticed her eyes dart a number of times to the female among one of the groups.
Of course! That woman had what Mivaal needed, whether that was information or the woman herself, Veko was certain he would be able to bring the woman into his shadows and use her as he liked. Not only that, but it would allow him to keep the Jedi from interfering in the criminal world. Some Jedi, he was aware, had quite the relationship with the Criminal Underworld, and if he was to stay ahead of them he needed to take away anything they wanted and use it for himself. So, as he analyzed the brawl and watched as it turned into almost a full-blown battle, he kept his eyes honed in on Mivaal's progress and that of the Jedi Master's target.
So the game was on, a game he often played in the past to make sure his contacts got out safe. Although this target, this woman, was foreign to him, so he would have to find a way to implant in her mind ideas and persuade her to return to a certain location and wait for him. Yes, that wouldn't be too hard he thought, she didn't seem that strong of mind and he was certain whatever Mivaal wanted out of her he would get just as much if not more than his Jedi opponent. So when the woman began to recede to the back door, the assassin began to finish off his drink as if the entire fiasco was as normal as the weather. It was when he had finished his beverage, however, that his gaze locked itself with Mivaal's with a seductive, mischievous smile spread across his lips.
"Hello beautiful," he mouthed across the room as he stood and dropped payment on the table. "Care for a bit of late night fun behind closed doors?"
Once his taunting suggestive silent comments were registered, or so Veko hoped, he made his way out a separate back entrance to find that the female target and her cronies were about to make their final exit as well. As quickly as he could manage, the assassin stole over to the woman, wrapped his hands around her mouth and body and hoisted her quickly around the corner where he gazed into her eyes and began to speak through the force, openly and into her mind with as much persuasive power as he deemed necessary to influence her. What was spoken he kept low, quiet so that he might keep the woman in the know and no-one else. Hopefully her guards wouldn't take note of her slight disappearance and would hold off the Jedi Master, but for now he looked forward to see what was so important about this woman and why Mivaal wanted what she had.
"Your move Mivaal," the rogue called out to her telepathically through the force.
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Council Meeting Jedi Training: Simulated Attack
Master Rovnak Torvalan Assassin Veko Kay'lak Knight Quinn Vollas Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov Inventor Malcom Araius
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Aug 13 2011, 04:15:20 PM
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- She read his lips perfectly; so much so he could easily have been right beside her, whispering those same words into her ear. The confusion and shock alternated dominion over her facial expression and her ignorance persisted because…well, how the hell was he here? And how could she have not known that he was here? Not here as in planet-side, but here as in within the confines of their very pub. It was perfectly understandable why he was on a planet such as this – this was where the scum of the galaxy came; a cess pool of illegal activities to say the least and he deserved to be among this kind after his actions which preceded his defection from the Order and those that followed, specifically, those acts committed against members of the Order. So yes, perfectly comprehensible why he was on this planet…but how was he here; in this pub? Suffice it to say, Mivvy knew him…or, she did at one point before. Veko Kay’lak. She knew him well enough because they basically grew up in the Order in the same period and during their Knighthoods, they both worked as Investigators. Even though they never had the opportunity to work together, she knew of him and his missions and…perhaps…more. It was just infatuation at its mildest and most insignificant so there was nothing there; it was a long time ago and nothing ever became of it and nothing ever would… so she assumed. Given the questioned he mouthed to her… No, not important, definitely not.
Mivval had been standing there for far too long, mostly because she was still stunned to see him after all this time so she was a bit fixed on the back door he had used to make his exit. But she had been standing there for much too long and, unfortunately, she drew the attention of one from the Barabel’s group. Her would-be killer turned one of his blasters on her and fired but before he could even put the slightest pressure on the trigger, she had already taken one; then two steps off to the side before spinning into crouch. In seconds, she had her bag’s strap slipped onto her shoulder with her lightsaber hilt in hand but she kept low and concealed the tool while she tried to collect her thoughts and regain her focus. Things were going according to plan, her plan but he threw her off her game. He made her stumble and now she was struggling to get back her footing, steady herself and do what she had planned to do; what she had gone over doing multiple times before. Things were going according to plan, but the situation had changed. A variable she had no reason to register just became a pivotal player in this game, albeit an antagonistic role. Damned it… For the few seconds she could steal way, she drew some quick, deep breaths then exhaled while getting to her feet…and then she made a dash. Effortlessly, she avoided getting to close to anyone who had a weapon in hand, and some effort, she avoided getting gunned down as she leapt over the bar’s counter. Safety was sought from behind the bar, for now.
Her exit was just ten paces from her, but she needed to handle this change appropriately. Ignoring the cowering and whimpering bartender in the corner, not five paces from her left, she reached into her bag and took out her communicator; setting her lightsaber down for just a moment. She made contact with her team not far off and informed them that things were going as they ought to and that she would be in pursuit of the initial target momentarily; she paused…then she informed both Knights of the presence of Veko Kay’lak, the rogue Dark Jedi who is, apparently, involved in things somehow. She went on to tell them that she would try to uncover the manner in which he was involved but remained steadfast by saying that the success of the mission still takes top priority at this time. The last thing she said to the two was to keep their cover until she contacted them next. Mivvy slipped the communicator back into the back, took hold of her hilt; got on her knees and made to peer over the counter top to access the state of things, but the moment her lekku peeked over the top, a near miss forced her to thrust herself from harm’s way. Clearly things were increasingly hostile out there, so there was no need for her to make another unnecessary look.
Keeping low, she moved quickly on hands and knees for the door; leaving the whimpering bartender back there. Once she was before the door, it slid open and she did a tumble over the threshold and got to her feet; finding herself in some poorly lit supply room with a door to her far right, another to her immediate left but it was blacked off by some boxes and then there was the one on the far opposite which stood ajar. Quickly, she ran for the door but skidded to a halt just before…his voice! Him. She turned back and slipped her thumb over the hilt’s switch as she took her stance; expecting to see him standing there in the poor light, looking at her as he did moments before, but it quickly dawned on her that he was not in this room and that his words were not spoken verbally…and how dare he use her name! Was this some sort of game to him? Hmm, it probably was… She turned back to the opened door and made to dash out; pushing the door completely open in the process, but the moment she was half out the door, she recoiled was a series of blaster shots battered and destroyed the door; what remained of it swinging like a poorly detached limb. With resolve, she read back out and activated her lightsaber.
Her white blade met and deflected the series of shots that came her way and the moment she found her footing, she reflected shots right back to the weapons until she was able to take them both out. She lowered her weapon and raised her free hand to the two hesitant body guards who seemed…confused? But not for long, her influence brought them down to their knees and then they both fell to the floor; unconscious. With them out of the way, she glanced around for any indication of the direction the female may have gone and had it been day, she would have opted to manually find clues, but the Force was her ally…and it failed her. Odd, yes? She deactivated her tool but kept it in hand as she walked slowly into the darkness. The sound of chaos was far behind her now, and though out there in the cool night did not present the stillest and quietest atmosphere typical on most other worlds, it was considerably less than inside the pub. “Come out…and release her, Kay’lak. I will find you if you don’t…believe that.”
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Aug 14 2011, 09:51:40 AM
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A quiet game of predator and prey, in the dead of night, in a planet-wide city controlled by criminals was exactly what Veko had craved for quite some time. Running, hiding, fighting, hiding again, then initiating contact once more. The idea sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine and caused him to grin. The young woman now fawning over him due to his abilities he gave a single location and a silent promise before he sent her off with a wink and a smile, ensuring she knew the quickest and safest path to the safe-house he had mentioned so as to avoid the Jedi contingent no doubt stationed nearby, as well as anyone that might have a grudge against her from the brawl. Everything had so quickly, so easily fallen into place he wondered how this battle, conversational or physical, would go with Mivaal.
He remembered those affectionate moments now and then, the idle flirting, the smiles, all of them brief but at least memorable in his mind. Then again with a body like hers she could hardly not be memorable. Robust chest, tight round ass that seamlessly shaped her curves perfectly and led to her long long legs, oh yes, she was quite the desirable woman. Not only that but she was of a somewhat exotic species, being Togruta worked in her favor and in his, as he came to realize that as of yet he had not pillaged and pleased one as he had so many other species of females. Yes, he simply had to have her, whether that was now or later he figured would be decided by their conflict here.
With that in mind, Veko turned his attention to the battle he and the Jedi Master, by now he assumed she was, were locked in. Their game of predator and prey would be such an enjoyable experience, especially when he considered the fact that he could very easily turn the game on its head. Right now she had taken on the role of predator, but it was easy to pretend to be prey if one knew how to play the game just right. A smirk crossed his lips as she returned the favor and called out to him through the force, an experience he was quite familiar with in his days of hunting other force wielders and turning them to his side.
He doubted he could do so with Mivaal, but perhaps he might be able to force her hand and get her to indulge in such forbidden passion as lust and bodily need demanded. Yes, that might be a worthy goal, so as he kept his hands away from his lightsaber the assassin cloaked his appearance, reflecting all light and diminished his presence so that Mivaal would only just be able to sense him when he wanted her to. It was perfect, he thought, that he would hunt her just as she hunted him and turn her into a tool of satisfaction by unlocking her needs and controlled lust and passion. The game had begun, and Veko decided to push things just a little farther.
"Oh I have released her Mivaal, but I let her go to a place where you will not be able to claim your mission's prize," he replied through the force as he began to move in search of her. But is it you that will find me, or will I be the one to find you? Do remember, beautiful, that I like to play with those that seek me, and often they find themselves right in my arms seeking me for pleasure instead of justice."
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Council Meeting Jedi Training: Simulated Attack
Master Rovnak Torvalan Assassin Veko Kay'lak Knight Quinn Vollas Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov Inventor Malcom Araius
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Aug 18 2011, 09:35:29 AM
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- She clenched her teeth and near-hissed at the thoughts he had projected into her mind. She was seething below her surface, the surface that she was always so careful to keep calm and in constant focus and it was because all the work that she had put into effect, everything that she had done…all the tedious, meticulous events that she had set to work in tandem with each other…and now, it had all been brought to a sickening; grinding halt. The wheels of her well-oiled machine-of-a-plan had been stopped as if some piece of metal had been crudely shoved into the inner works…and she was pissed, she was beyond pissed because she was so very careful to make sure everything went perfectly and worked according to her plan. He ruined things…and he had a gall to treat it all like it was some kind of game… Veko was once a Jedi of great promise; one of the best young Investigators during their Knighthood and then came his fall and the trail of blood and bodies that marked his path to the Dark side. Was he Sith? No one knew exactly, he has been off the radar until today…but he was definitely a defector, a dark rogue Jedi who needed to be captured and brought back to face the Council and be trialled for his actions…and if her mission was pushed back some months because of him…his incarceration would lessen the blow.
But still…she needed to find that target, regardless of how Key’lak made her feel…much work went into making this mission a success and she was not about to fail it, not when it had only just begun. She drew a breath, blocked his thoughts from entering her mind for the moment as she forced her mind to traverse the Force, searching for that humanoid female…but she could not and those silent moments of searching quickly became a waste of time, so she returned her focus to her immediate present and tried to pin point that bastard and try to end this game of his before she got irritated…she would hate to experience the feeling of irritation toward another. It was a feeling she hadn’t expressed in quite some years and given the kind of firepower she packed now as a Jedi Master, becoming irritated was not the direction that she ought to go because she had the strongest feeling that she might become erratic, slip and then, not only would she have lost his game, she might even lose her life in the process. Veko Kay’lak may now be someone who enjoyed playing games with the minds and bodies of others…but he was not someone who ought to be toyed with for any reason. He was a rogue, he went dark and he had to be dealt with swiftly.
The force presence of Jedi Master Mivaal Khess started to fade where she stood, her eyes darting from one point to another within the darkness and silence that enveloped her; her ears searching for the slightest sound within close and some distant proximity. She reached into her bag, pulled out her brown robe and slipped it on just as her presence faded from detection. Mivvy pulled the robe closed and repositioned her bag on her person – the strap running from her right shoulder, across her chest and stomach to the right side of her pelvis; the bag itself sitting stop her butt. She attached her lightsaber to the belt that she had strapped around her small waist and then stood there in the cool night. “Veko Kay’lak,” He began, speaking clearly into the dark; refusing to allow further intrusion into her mind. “your lust for inappropriate games will come to an end soon. And your malicious interference in matters of the Jedi Order will be dealt with…along with your crimes against the Order.” She started to walk, moving gracefully and cautiously in the centre of the street as her eyes glanced along the close-set buildings and the small, darkened spaces in between them.
Clearly the brawl she had started had come to an end and anyone who survived it managed to scamper off to someplace that just was not her concern right now. “I am not interested in playing any of your games, and you should know better.” She almost warned. Truth be told, she was not one of his typical pursuits…she hated to toot her own horn, but she was quite capable of dealing with far worse than a disgruntled former Knight who had a fetish for toying with others. ”The young woman you intercepted moments before, I ask you to direct me to where you sent her and be on your way…I have no issue with you, for now.” Believe it, when this mission was over, she would lead a squad of Investigators to hunt his ass down. “The location, please.” She prompted.
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Aug 20 2011, 02:20:13 PM
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Veko gazed easily upon the Jedi Master as she modified her wardrobe and shifted her gear around, something he found most alluring when he caught sight of the dress underneath the robe. He had never quite seen her dress like that, and personally he was rather tempted to see if anything was beneath it or not, likely there were undergarments of course, but if she had gone so far undercover as to wear such a scant dress-style, her other garb might be just as scant or luxurious. The image of her wearing something akin to a two piece set of lingerie got him thinking that, truly, he needed to sample this marvel of power and femininity.
Deliberately the assassin kept his distance from her, easily he slithered through the alley like a snake through the forest, not the slightest disturbance of trash, not the most brief break in the sway of grass in the wind did Veko seem to be as he worked his way through the shadowed streets of Nar Shaddaa. She would certainly be worth the effort to draw her in, and when he had her pinned and at his mercy like he hoped she would be, the assassin offered a sly grin. His mind again turned to what a morsel she was but quickly shut that part of his mind down.
There was no need to draw things to a close so quickly, especially since the rogue enjoyed savoring every last moment of the fun that could be had. Long, drawn out moments of tension released in a single moment was what he wanted, what he longed for at times, and truthfully his business and work as an assassin and a criminal depended on such tactics. He played the long game, manipulated events to his liking so that all the pieces fit into the puzzle which he designed flawlessly around the reactions of others and the events and assets involved. He would certainly play that game here and now, using the moment to bring Mivaal closer to him, to draw her into his influence as much as he could, to draw her away, he thought, from all the support she had near to the bar.
It was then that he realized such a game like this ws also spontaneous, especially when he had inserted himself into the situation, the wild card in a game of poker that changed the name of the game, the wrench in the machine that sent things to a screeching halt or produced something entirely different as a result of his interference. Yes, he was that wrench, he was that wild card, the unpredictable element of whim and choice, a force of nature itself. He liked that idea, even thought he might think of himself that way more often. Where he was a force of nature, a sudden hurricane that had been unforeseen on the horizon, Mivaal was a diamond ready to be shaped after forming herself so long under the pressure of her position...
And there were a great many positions he thought to put her in.
"Oh you won't be finding her nor will I be revealing her," he responded through the force, a goading tone of playfulness apparent in his mental voice. His voice, carried solely through the force began to be filled with suggestive power, a power that would convey images and provoke emotions in even the most stout of beings, and hopefully would result in the successful temptation of a Jedi Master to indulge in her base needs and desires. "But what about revealing yourself hmm? What if we revealed ourselves to eachother, bare before one another in heated passion? I remember our brief looks and simple chats Mivaal, I know you and I had a silent arrangement of attraction forged in the heart of the code of the Jedi Order. Platonic, but not unwanting of something more... something forbidden."
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Council Meeting Jedi Training: Simulated Attack
Master Rovnak Torvalan Assassin Veko Kay'lak Knight Quinn Vollas Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov Inventor Malcom Araius
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