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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 9 2014, 07:38 PM (315 Views) | |
| AGU-NPC | Jan 9 2014, 07:38 PM Post #1 |
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Time Stamp 77 ABY - Month One - Day 6 Morning Offices of Blyrt Morkath Vice League Headquarters Bothawui Chief Enforcer Morkath exhaled deeply from his darkened muzzle. He had taken to doing so whenever he found himself in an unwanted and stressful situation. This, obviously, being one of those times. He had tried to endure dealing with incompetent foot soldiers for the League, and he had for the most part. His patience was magnanimous among the Chief Enforcers, five of which oversaw the activities on the league on Bothawui. He himself was in line for promotion to League Adjundant of the world, and so he wanted to maintain a reputation for decorum. "Yasmine, you are one of my best foot soldiers, if not the best. You are talented beyond your years." He growled, his jowls set in an even line. He tapped his fingers on the durasteel table before reaching up and straightening the rose tinted glasses on his face. ![]() He exhaled patiently again. "So forgive me when I struggle with the fact that you, of all people, on league time, had relations with a hired smuggler. With a sensitive package undelivered. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What if this-this-this Jack fellow took the money, you, and the package and flew off to who knows where? He has enough different identities to slip past a Sith Blockade!" He lectured. He wasn't mad, per-se, far from it, he was and always would be proud of her. He had taken her in, gotten her the best working situation he could find, and personally took her under his wing. He was more concerned for her own safety. Though, as decorum dictated, he could not out right express his thoughts clearly. A veiled lecture seemed like the best way to handle it. Though human females tended to take things differently. He sighed aloud and rubbed his temples, pushing the long braids from the sides of his head and back behind him. "Don't let it happen again. If you want to see... whoever... do it on your time." He could have fired her. |
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| AGU-NPC | Jan 12 2014, 09:32 PM Post #21 |
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He burst into laughter, pulling the napkin from the object. His eyes twinkling with delight. "You've got a lot to learn about diplomacy lass," he taunted, twirling the death stick between his fingers and then sliding it back into his coat. "Gotta learn to take things in stride... besides, death sticks are very legal here in the Foundation." he chuckled, leaning forward and gesturing to her seat. "Please, sit. I understand you have a datacard for me..." He mused. He sat unmoving, his shoulders set and square. His fingers steepled in front of his chest and his eyes set like a pair of steel spheres. The smirk on his face had vanished, and what was left was a cold look of impassiveness. "My crew and I are very interested in what the Foundation has to offer in exchange for... reduced hostilities." |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 12 2014, 09:54 PM Post #22 |
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"I don't care that death sticks are legal here. I don't want to see one," Yasmine snarled, sitting herself back down. She reached into the small hand purse that she was given at the location where she was dressed and pulled out the datacard in question. She slapped it down on the table, then slid it towards him. "There. That's what you're here for, isn't it?" |
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| AGU-NPC | Jan 12 2014, 10:08 PM Post #23 |
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He smiled at her, taking the data card and sliding it into his personal data pad. He eyed the document on the screen carefully as the waiter entered the room. The waiter leaned toward Yasmine and spoke briefly, offering a few of the finer foods and wines available. "The Foundation is privy to our best selection madame... please... take your pick..." he crooned before turning to the mandalorian. The man-soldier glanced up once. "Your best stuff. I don't care," came his terse reply. He placed down the data pad. "It says here that the Foundation is offering my boys and I a lucrative little fund in exchange for us playing nice with their drug trade... even going about protecting some of their shipments..." he scratched his chin. "Sounds like a lot of work. What do you think?" he asked her. Edited by AGU-NPC, Jan 12 2014, 10:09 PM.
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 12 2014, 10:34 PM Post #24 |
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Yasmine placed an order for a simple meal and a nice wine before drawing her attention back to the Mandalorian. Even though she could easily write off her dinner as a business expense, she didn't feel comfortable taking advantage of the Foundation's money. "I don't know exactly what the Foundation has offered to you, as that datacard was for your eyes only, and I don't pry where I'm not wanted," she told him, looking away for a brief moment before locking eyes with him. "While it may be a lot of work for you and your men, you seem to be more than... capable of handling what they're asking for. You'll also be well compensated for your work. What more could you possibly want?" |
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| AGU-NPC | Jan 12 2014, 10:49 PM Post #25 |
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He raised his eyes to the ceiling and then leveled his gaze with hers. "I'd like to know how you've been... Yasmine." He asked. The doors to the room opened abruptly and a pair of mandalorian commandos strode in, framing the door with their massive builds. Each of them held their blasters up, in a guarding position. The waiter passed through next, placing the food down with a mixed look of terror and tension on his face. He hurriedly rushed out of the room the door shutting behind him, leaving an eerie silence in his wake. "Well?" |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 12 2014, 11:04 PM Post #26 |
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Yasmine picked up her fork and began to eat casually, her chewing slowing ever so slightly as he called her by name. She huffed, letting her utensil fall to the plate with a small clatter. She grabbed her napkin and dabbed her mouth. "I've been here, meeting with you. That's all you need to know, isn't it?" she told him, taking a sip from her glass of wine. She eyed the men who entered the room with caution, taking careful note of their firearms. She began to wonder what sort of danger she was now stuck in. Dozens of questions ran through her mind. How much of this did the Foundation know about? Was she in danger? "I don't see how where I've been is any business of yours. What could a man of your profession want with that knowledge?" |
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| AGU-NPC | Jan 12 2014, 11:13 PM Post #27 |
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"Well of course its my business," he said, taking a moment to enjoy his own meal. The mandalorian takes a long draw from his glass. "Your father paid very handsomely for me to acquire such information." The mandalorian continued to eat his meal, unpreterbed by whatever reaction Yasmine had to offer. Instead his guards simply moved to block her exit. He raised a hand to his head and scratched behind his ear, his sleeve falling down slightly and revealing the menagerie of tattoos emblazoned on his body. Among them a horned skull framed by two flares, a serpent tattoo wrapped its way down his arm as well. |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 13 2014, 12:02 PM Post #28 |
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"My father?" Yasmine tried to stay calm. What could that old man be thinking? It's been two years, she thought to herself, He must be desperate to find me if he's sending Mandalorians out to find me. "You can tell him that I'm fine and that I'm not coming home. You can leave my location where you found me out of it," she told Cyrus Malone sternly, eyeing his newly revealed tattoos for a moment. She then looked over her shoulder at the guards by the door, then back to the man she was sharing dinner with. "Is that really necessary? Do you think I'm going to run?" |
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| AGU-NPC | Jan 13 2014, 12:38 PM Post #29 |
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"Yes... as a matter of fact I do," he said, nodding to the guards. They stiffened their poise. A few clicks here and there and it was clear that their weapons were live. Cyrus rolled his eyes blandly. "Your father only paid me to come check up on you. Gather what intel I could," he trailed off glancing at his datapad before glancing up at his guards. "What makes you think that I have anything to gain from leaving out details in my report. If I tell him how to contact you, don't you think I'll get a bonus?" |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 13 2014, 12:51 PM Post #30 |
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"Well I've told you everything that he needs to know so I think we're done here, right?" Yasmine asked, rather insistent on keeping herself tight lipped. The things she had been doing since she got here were things that she could never tell her father about. Despite her hatred towards him, she didn't want him to worry about what she was getting herself into while she worked for the Foundation. He didn't need to know that she worked at the Scarlet Blouse, or that she had a problem with death sticks because of him. She sighed, "You can tell him how to contact me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to answer the commlink if he calls. In fact, I may just throw mine out the window of my speeder if he calls. How is that for a bonus?" |
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