Malidris City
Re: Malidris City
:: Just a scavenger. ::
" Just hold still."
:: Is there a problem with my credentials? ::
" I said hold still."
His sigh was audible through the filters on his helmet, and the Zabrak guard snarled at him in reply.
" Kaio'terhanal."
Now it was Itzal's turn to scowl beneath his helm, always infuriated at the arrogance of Iridonians.
:: I speak your language, tlau'johal. ::
The guard's eyes flashed an even darker red, but his partner threw an arm in front and seperated the insulted officer from Itzal's smaller frame. Though he did not move, the Agent was tensed and ready for a fight. Practically spoiling for one.
" He's clear. Let him through."
Wordlessly, Itzal passed by the checkpoint, cloak slowing its flapping behind him as the strong winds of Iridonia were suddenly silenced by the sturdy walls of Malidris encompassing him. It took nearly a full minute to pass through the tunnel under those barriers to bring the Agent into the city itself. Back to the post he had been stuck at for weeks now.
Malidris. A dark city on a dark world. Much hid behind within her oblong buildings, and even more in the ziggurat that towered above all else within the metropolis' center. He took the briefest moment to gaze upon that Pyramid where his destiny lay, optical enhancements focusing and clearing the sand-laden dirt away from his view.
Until he was roughly bumped into from behind, nearly toppling him over. Itzal drove himself up to his full height, trying to find the assailant, but he was already lost in the major crowds of the capital city. His fault, he supposed, for planting his feet down in a town that rarely stood still. Something was always happening within Malidris.
He would spark something further.
Rifle shouldered, the Omwati made his way through the hustle and bustle, weaving through vendor kiosks and tourists alike to try and get back to his residence here. His journey gave him time to think, and what he thought appealed to him: the amulet worked. With nothing in the way of a means of claiming the clearly-Force Sensitive object, he had instead focused on the power that lay within to hide its presence from the Zabraki guards. Neither had even asked about it, though it was in their plain sight. Their species was known to be highly attuned to such matters: Itzal could only conclude that the artifact's powers of obfuscation were not merely myth.
He smiled under his helm, continuing his brisk walk until he reached the small hotel he had paid for near the Dark Diamond Palace. J'ku Tira: The First Colony. Appropriate, he supposed. What mattered was they asked few questions and they allowed him his weapon indoors.
" Looks like you had a fun time out there."
" The wildlife and I are more acquainted, now."
" Impressive for a little hawkbat like you," The woman teased, causing Itzal to grin tightly as he set his helmet down. His hands ran through the feathers atop his head, shaking them out and ruffling them back up to give his skull the air it needed after being encased in plasteel for so long.
" The hawkbat routinely takes down things many times its size, pur'mireth," he replied, looking over towards his companion on this planet. Jith, of Clan Mak: the daughter of a minor member of the Council, and therefore someone with access to others of political clout.
Someone Itzal needed.
" Well aren't you just the savage ip, then?"
He only bared his fangs in reply, and she seemed to give him a satisfied smirk at the display. She had been a bored thing seeking a thrill within the more "ignoble" areas of Malidris when she had run into the incognito Assassin after an altercation with a local Mercenary Guild. Attracted to the fierce, yet frail creature, she had declined his many attempts to force her away, and upon learning of her familial connections, Itzal had moved swiftly to make sure she stayed close by.
" I need to make a transmission," he told her, continuing to crack open the outer casings of his armor. Each deactivated piece of Power Suit only made his breathing more labored: the cheap hotel did not pay enough to have Life Support of such capabiity as to adjust the gravity towards something more comfortable for most species. Itzal struggled more than most, his hollow bones being a detriment under the high pressure of Iridonia.
He did not let it show.
" I will be busy for some time. Entertain yourself for the moment."
" Now how am I supposed to do that without my Ip, hm?" Jith coyly replied, lounged across his bed in what little clothing amounted for Iridonian "relaxing" wear. Her dark hair had been pulled into a singluar ponytail that went from the center of her crown and down her nape, the rest of her skull marked by her horns, filed down in the feminine way of the Homeworld Zabraks. Her markings were simple - nothing more than those gained for passing her Trials of Age, and a double helix that crossed horizontally over her eyes to mark Clan Mak. To the Zabraks, Jith was still barely a child, even at nearly a quarter of a century in Galactic Standard Years.
It was that naivete she stil retained, that lust for excitement and adventure, that allowed Itzal to prey upon her sensibilities. Most of Iridonia were hard to sway, he had come to find: these were a stoic and stout people, hardened in will and unyielding in the giving or taking of trust. Jith was a raincloud in deserts of Rhyloth, and just as the heat would eventually burn all the water within such a mist, Itzal was prepared to use Jith Mak for all she was worth.
But he still had his assignment, and the woman would not pull him from it.
" You'll barely notice I'm missing," he placated her, sliding over her figure on the mattress and grasping her hands within his own, keeping her pressed to the bed. It sent a thrill through her, her brown skin flushing at her cheeks from the scent of the Agent's sweat, teeming with pheromones, so close. Orange eyes dialated with yearning, though Itzal leaned no further, taunting the woman.
" Head downstairs. Grab a drink. Then we'll have the rest of the evening for 'entertainment'."
" You're impossibly infuriating sometimes. Wind a girl up and then set her loose, you're asking for trouble," Jith snapped, more out of want than anger. Itzal pulled her to her feet, affording a small sampling of her mouth with his own before turning towards his work.
" Trouble is what I handle best," the Omwati retorted, keeping the tango going long enough to make sure Jith remained within his pocket. He moved towards his quarters, slapping the panel to open the door.
" Half a cycle. Won't be long."
" I have it, Dread One."
The hologram before him was obscured, but he still knew it was Her. That throaty, pleasured laugh of Hers. It always sent a shiver down his spine, even as he displayed the amulet to the projection.
:: Not as much of a disappointment as I had hoped, Agent, :: She regarded him, making Itzal tense slightly. He nodded his head towards the compliment, hoping that this message would be over as soon as he wished.
" I am still scanning the Glythe Sector to see where the other pieces may be. This piece, however, appears to be all that is necessary for the artifact to work."
:: Perfect. ::
She said nothing further, prompting Itzal to wonder if their talk was done. Or was it a test? There was no knowing with Her, no means to tell down from up.
How close he was to upsetting Her in some way.
" The Iridonian Government," he continued slowly, keeping his confidence in his voice if not necessarily in his chest, " I've managed to make contact with several sympathizers towards our cause. The girl has proven useful."
:: You do not need to justify her existence to me, Agent. Play with her all you'd like, :: She teased, Itzal noting that even her hooded hologram had a smile that could pierce steel.
:: It warms my heart to know I am not the only one who enjoys themselves on such escapades. That Master of yours might as well be Echani for all his pretentious pomp. ::
Her eyes settled on Itzal, and he froze in place.
:: I may even be able to show you a thing, or two, upon my arrival. ::
The insinuation made his blood run cold, for both implications. Itzal swallowed hard, forcing the words out through a tightening trachea.
" Your ... Your Dreadness is Coming Here?"
:: That is Correct, Agent; I am most pleased with your progress. I wish to view it in person. ::
Again, he gripped his desk tightly. Had he failed Her in some way? Was it something he had said? Or was She genuinely impressed with him? As a manipulator, this was not a game he relished.
" I, I shall continue my efforts." he choked out, keeping his eyes as straight as he could, staring through the hologram to the wall beyond. Even that was not enough to hide her widening smile.
:: I hope so, Agent, for your sake. You'll find I can be quite ... rewarding. ::
The transmission ended abruptly, without Her even giving him a timeframe on her arrival.
He sat, locked in his chair, blue hands-turned-white from his grip on his chair. Itzal remained in the darkness of his room, knowing he still had his mission to complete.
Now, he was utterly terrified of what would happen should he succeed.
" Just hold still."
:: Is there a problem with my credentials? ::
" I said hold still."
His sigh was audible through the filters on his helmet, and the Zabrak guard snarled at him in reply.
" Kaio'terhanal."
Now it was Itzal's turn to scowl beneath his helm, always infuriated at the arrogance of Iridonians.
:: I speak your language, tlau'johal. ::
The guard's eyes flashed an even darker red, but his partner threw an arm in front and seperated the insulted officer from Itzal's smaller frame. Though he did not move, the Agent was tensed and ready for a fight. Practically spoiling for one.
" He's clear. Let him through."
Wordlessly, Itzal passed by the checkpoint, cloak slowing its flapping behind him as the strong winds of Iridonia were suddenly silenced by the sturdy walls of Malidris encompassing him. It took nearly a full minute to pass through the tunnel under those barriers to bring the Agent into the city itself. Back to the post he had been stuck at for weeks now.
Malidris. A dark city on a dark world. Much hid behind within her oblong buildings, and even more in the ziggurat that towered above all else within the metropolis' center. He took the briefest moment to gaze upon that Pyramid where his destiny lay, optical enhancements focusing and clearing the sand-laden dirt away from his view.
Until he was roughly bumped into from behind, nearly toppling him over. Itzal drove himself up to his full height, trying to find the assailant, but he was already lost in the major crowds of the capital city. His fault, he supposed, for planting his feet down in a town that rarely stood still. Something was always happening within Malidris.
He would spark something further.
Rifle shouldered, the Omwati made his way through the hustle and bustle, weaving through vendor kiosks and tourists alike to try and get back to his residence here. His journey gave him time to think, and what he thought appealed to him: the amulet worked. With nothing in the way of a means of claiming the clearly-Force Sensitive object, he had instead focused on the power that lay within to hide its presence from the Zabraki guards. Neither had even asked about it, though it was in their plain sight. Their species was known to be highly attuned to such matters: Itzal could only conclude that the artifact's powers of obfuscation were not merely myth.
He smiled under his helm, continuing his brisk walk until he reached the small hotel he had paid for near the Dark Diamond Palace. J'ku Tira: The First Colony. Appropriate, he supposed. What mattered was they asked few questions and they allowed him his weapon indoors.
" Looks like you had a fun time out there."
" The wildlife and I are more acquainted, now."
" Impressive for a little hawkbat like you," The woman teased, causing Itzal to grin tightly as he set his helmet down. His hands ran through the feathers atop his head, shaking them out and ruffling them back up to give his skull the air it needed after being encased in plasteel for so long.
" The hawkbat routinely takes down things many times its size, pur'mireth," he replied, looking over towards his companion on this planet. Jith, of Clan Mak: the daughter of a minor member of the Council, and therefore someone with access to others of political clout.
Someone Itzal needed.
" Well aren't you just the savage ip, then?"
He only bared his fangs in reply, and she seemed to give him a satisfied smirk at the display. She had been a bored thing seeking a thrill within the more "ignoble" areas of Malidris when she had run into the incognito Assassin after an altercation with a local Mercenary Guild. Attracted to the fierce, yet frail creature, she had declined his many attempts to force her away, and upon learning of her familial connections, Itzal had moved swiftly to make sure she stayed close by.
" I need to make a transmission," he told her, continuing to crack open the outer casings of his armor. Each deactivated piece of Power Suit only made his breathing more labored: the cheap hotel did not pay enough to have Life Support of such capabiity as to adjust the gravity towards something more comfortable for most species. Itzal struggled more than most, his hollow bones being a detriment under the high pressure of Iridonia.
He did not let it show.
" I will be busy for some time. Entertain yourself for the moment."
" Now how am I supposed to do that without my Ip, hm?" Jith coyly replied, lounged across his bed in what little clothing amounted for Iridonian "relaxing" wear. Her dark hair had been pulled into a singluar ponytail that went from the center of her crown and down her nape, the rest of her skull marked by her horns, filed down in the feminine way of the Homeworld Zabraks. Her markings were simple - nothing more than those gained for passing her Trials of Age, and a double helix that crossed horizontally over her eyes to mark Clan Mak. To the Zabraks, Jith was still barely a child, even at nearly a quarter of a century in Galactic Standard Years.
It was that naivete she stil retained, that lust for excitement and adventure, that allowed Itzal to prey upon her sensibilities. Most of Iridonia were hard to sway, he had come to find: these were a stoic and stout people, hardened in will and unyielding in the giving or taking of trust. Jith was a raincloud in deserts of Rhyloth, and just as the heat would eventually burn all the water within such a mist, Itzal was prepared to use Jith Mak for all she was worth.
But he still had his assignment, and the woman would not pull him from it.
" You'll barely notice I'm missing," he placated her, sliding over her figure on the mattress and grasping her hands within his own, keeping her pressed to the bed. It sent a thrill through her, her brown skin flushing at her cheeks from the scent of the Agent's sweat, teeming with pheromones, so close. Orange eyes dialated with yearning, though Itzal leaned no further, taunting the woman.
" Head downstairs. Grab a drink. Then we'll have the rest of the evening for 'entertainment'."
" You're impossibly infuriating sometimes. Wind a girl up and then set her loose, you're asking for trouble," Jith snapped, more out of want than anger. Itzal pulled her to her feet, affording a small sampling of her mouth with his own before turning towards his work.
" Trouble is what I handle best," the Omwati retorted, keeping the tango going long enough to make sure Jith remained within his pocket. He moved towards his quarters, slapping the panel to open the door.
" Half a cycle. Won't be long."
" I have it, Dread One."
The hologram before him was obscured, but he still knew it was Her. That throaty, pleasured laugh of Hers. It always sent a shiver down his spine, even as he displayed the amulet to the projection.
:: Not as much of a disappointment as I had hoped, Agent, :: She regarded him, making Itzal tense slightly. He nodded his head towards the compliment, hoping that this message would be over as soon as he wished.
" I am still scanning the Glythe Sector to see where the other pieces may be. This piece, however, appears to be all that is necessary for the artifact to work."
:: Perfect. ::
She said nothing further, prompting Itzal to wonder if their talk was done. Or was it a test? There was no knowing with Her, no means to tell down from up.
How close he was to upsetting Her in some way.
" The Iridonian Government," he continued slowly, keeping his confidence in his voice if not necessarily in his chest, " I've managed to make contact with several sympathizers towards our cause. The girl has proven useful."
:: You do not need to justify her existence to me, Agent. Play with her all you'd like, :: She teased, Itzal noting that even her hooded hologram had a smile that could pierce steel.
:: It warms my heart to know I am not the only one who enjoys themselves on such escapades. That Master of yours might as well be Echani for all his pretentious pomp. ::
Her eyes settled on Itzal, and he froze in place.
:: I may even be able to show you a thing, or two, upon my arrival. ::
The insinuation made his blood run cold, for both implications. Itzal swallowed hard, forcing the words out through a tightening trachea.
" Your ... Your Dreadness is Coming Here?"
:: That is Correct, Agent; I am most pleased with your progress. I wish to view it in person. ::
Again, he gripped his desk tightly. Had he failed Her in some way? Was it something he had said? Or was She genuinely impressed with him? As a manipulator, this was not a game he relished.
" I, I shall continue my efforts." he choked out, keeping his eyes as straight as he could, staring through the hologram to the wall beyond. Even that was not enough to hide her widening smile.
:: I hope so, Agent, for your sake. You'll find I can be quite ... rewarding. ::
The transmission ended abruptly, without Her even giving him a timeframe on her arrival.
He sat, locked in his chair, blue hands-turned-white from his grip on his chair. Itzal remained in the darkness of his room, knowing he still had his mission to complete.
Now, he was utterly terrified of what would happen should he succeed.
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