Ahina take a look at pirates, looking in their position for way to flank them off. She find one and call to her fellow mandalorians.
Coruscant, the heart of the galaxy, but even the brightest pearl had a dark underbelly. Quora's boots tapped through the rain- and neon-slicked alleys, the scents and sights well acquainted to her. It's nearly… nostalgic, she thought, as she walked past a display window and pulled her cloak closer around her. She had walked these streets plenty a time before, hunting some slum lord or cartel boss. A sense of foreboding touched her mind, as she took in her surrounds with a practised eye, always aware, these parts weren't exactly known to be friendly for a woman out alone at night. And with the Empire gone and a fledgling Republic trying to get a grip on things? It was a cocktail that would make low-lifes bold and reckless. She wasn't going to be caught unawares by some mugger.@unisol_gr44
Coruscant Corusca Sector Core Worlds
The Curich-class shuttle flew towards the planet. For a moment, there was suspense as the imperial shuttle approached the New Republic's space. Quora could see the garrison Navy from her point.
“Request for the codes. Transmiting.” The droid informed in a dull voice. The Hand waited – she paid quite much for those codes and - “Accepted.” The pilot reported.
The shuttle made its way to the surface.
She looked at the familiar landscape. Once the beating heart of the Empire, the symbol of Peace and Order... now in the hands of the New Republic and the restored senate. The senate, with all of it's flaws. The republic was not even well re-established, and the creature already started eating itself.
The shuttle landed in one of the civilian ports. Quora exited, leaving the droids behind as she made her way through familiar alleys.
Soon, she found what she was looking for.
A former COMPNOR office... abandoned and left to root... now, a bar with alcohol and prostitutes. And somewhere in the building, a secret compartment with a case of drugs... drugs Quora so desperately needed.
Nami stood frozen for a moment as she processed what she was seeing, before letting out the breath she’d been holding. Fear gave way to…confusion, uncertainty. Why would Thassco seek her out now?Slowly, she made her way up the ramp, each of her steps thundering in her ears. Intellectually, she knew that her steps were not that loud. Yet... it was difficult to convince her ears about that.
The lights were on - it was her ship! Her home! She should feel safe here! Not... that!
Her heart hammered, as she slowly made her way deeper - only to freeze as she hear something. A noise coming from inside.
"Ah, welcome back!" She heard a familiar voice and as she made a few last steps, she found herself looking at a familiar face... Thassco was sitting in her chair and drinking her caff. "How was your day - made much of credits?" He asked.
"Waiting for a woman like you." Alyn smirks. "I have a stressful job - I like to find relaxation wherever I can find it."
"What in the world?" Ina gasps, but quickly regains her composure due to her own experience in combat. "Get our men to make a defensive perimeter. And send someone to learn what exactly is going on here." She gives her orders, "Really now." She shakes her head, "Go. We can't just leave whatever this mess is alone." She adds, still thinking like a soldier whose duty is to keep the peace, rather than a politician who'd normally think of her own safety first. "Get started on the perimeter, and look out for any escaping civilians." Ina sends her men to do their job. And once the door closed, she immediately removes her dress, "Who would be foolish enough to attack an imperial planet?" She thinks to herself, moving to her wardrobe, donning her own combat gear.
Afterwards Ina heads out of her room to look for the captain of her guards, "Status report."
Ahina wave for them.
(Nice pics!)Coruscant, the heart of the galaxy, but even the brightest pearl had a dark underbelly. Quora's boots tapped through the rain- and neon-slicked alleys, the scents and sights well acquainted to her. It's nearly… nostalgic, she thought, as she walked past a display window and pulled her cloak closer around her. She had walked these streets plenty a time before, hunting some slum lord or cartel boss. A sense of foreboding touched her mind, as she took in her surrounds with a practised eye, always aware, these parts weren't exactly known to be friendly for a woman out alone at night. And with the Empire gone and a fledgling Republic trying to get a grip on things? It was a cocktail that would make low-lifes bold and reckless. She wasn't going to be caught unawares by some mugger.
The old office loomed before her, now a dive bar as it seemed. How the mighty had fallen. She had an urge to teach everyone inside a lesson for desecrating and stealing Imperial property, but what would that have accomplished? She had more pressing matters to attend to, and exacting petty revenge on strangers would not bring Imperial rule back to Coruscant—or Lord Vader back to her. She scanned all the loiterers outside—a few Rodians and the Nautolan prostitute they were trying to haggle her price with—no threat to her at least.
She looked for an alley around the side of the office, trying to map all the entrances and exists. She wasn't going to step into a place without knowing how to get out again.
Kateryn placed a delicate finger over her husband's lips to 'shush' him without say a word. "But we're not really trading with Rebels are we?" she insisted before slowly descending to her knees. The blonde gently pushed her husband's legs apart and nestled herself between them before she moved her hands to his belt buckle and started to unfasten it. "We're repatriating our son and using our enemies assets against them."