The Tipsy Tusken, Seher
Twirling her slender, blue fingers through the warm, smoked filled air of the cantina, Aaleeshah motioned listlessly to a waitress for a refill. As she waited for her drink, she slid the cold, matte datapad into her cloth bag that hung carelessly on her wooden chair. Apathetically, she propelled herself from her seat to standing on her bare feet. She pulled the cloth bag from its resting place and onto her shoulder as she turned and walked to one of the backrooms of the cantina. As she entered the dimly lit room, she reached out in the force searching for a presence, but the only thing she felt was a void. She took the datapad from the cloth bag and turned it on. Her deep purple eyes scanned the brightly lit screen, absorbing the information on her new prey.
“Hmm, ‘The Citizen’ eh? I’ve heard of this guy. He’s sort of a headache for the Council but I can’t imagine they would put out an assassination for him. I guess he became too noisy to the wrong person. Time to silence him.”
Her small but plump blue lips twisted into a wicked smirk as she powered off the datapad, extinguishing the strongest light source in the room, and placing it back in her cloth bag. Spinning around on her heels towards the door of the room, she exited the room and then the cantina through one of the back exits. The sounds of the Bay of Seher filled the air, providing an odd but soothing melody for her as she made her way to the Jedi compound. Once there, she procured a speeder bike from its hangar. She climbed onto the speeder, the ends of her silk robes hanging freely over the sides, and started it. It hummed softly and then roared fiercely as she cranked the gas, jetting off from the hangar into the jungle. She cut a path through the thick jungle to ‘The Citizen’s’ enclosure stopping at the edge that still touched the lush jungle. It was a small camp made up of a cluster of tents made of wooden sticks and canvas some appearing to be 20 feet in diameter. The largest tent, being 30 feet in diameter was in the center of the encampment. A few Harokoan soldiers, some armed with crudely fashioned spears and others with simple bows and arrows, littered the area with the main force around the tent in the center of the compound.
Hmm that must be where ‘The Citizen’ is?
Cloaked in the shadows, she analyzed the layout of the camp and the movement of the soldiers as they scurried about. The tribal archers held the perimeter while the spearmen guarded the interior with a half dozen surrounding the center tent.
This will be child’s play.
Gracefully she leapt from the jungle brush to the tent closest to her, taking cover in the shadows that it casted. Sensing a guard on the other side, she slowly and delicately stepped around the tent, her movements opposing the guard’s. It was a waltz of shadows that she danced with the spearmen effortlessly and flawlessly, each stepping taking her closer to the center tent. She paused for a second at a neighboring tent to cloak herself with the force and then with great speed and agility she sprinted by the 2 guards in the front undetected, discreetly slipping into the tent with her back to the canvas wall of the tent, clinging to the shadows still. Inside the tent there is Harokoan male about 3 feet tall sitting on the ground in the center facing away from entrance. He looked about 40 years old with a lean but muscular build. His deep cerulean skin was decorated with a few scars from past fights. Long dark grey hair twisted into a single braid fell over his left shoulder leaving part of his neck and all of his back exposed. He sat hunched over a fire. The dirt floor was adorned with different tribal rugs and other items. The Togruta sat there for a moment wrapped in the shadows studying her prey.
He didn’t seem like a bad person. In fact he didn’t even seem like a warlord but a simple chief, something she had seen many times from her time in Seher.
He’s probably doing what he thinks is best for his people but it matters not, she thought as she shook her head gently her montrals dangling softly from her shoulders.
Her job was clear. Reaching into her cloth bag her dainty blue fingers gingerly searched for one of the poison tipped darts that she carried with her. Deliberately plucking it from the bag she drew it up to her left ear and then released it skillfully in a throw towards the Harokoan. The dart made contact with the back of his neck, planting the tip deep into his skin. His spine straightened and stiffened for a moment before his body went limp and collapsed over to the right side. Creeping out from the shadows, she swiftly retrieved her dart. Once retrieved she cloaked herself once more with the force and left the tent. Dancing in the shadows one last time, she escaped the camp and reunited with her speeder. Racing through the jungle on the speeder she made her way back to the compound, bringing the speeder back to the hangar. This assassination didn’t sit as well with her as she previously thought it would. She felt somewhat bad for what she had done but what’s done is done. In her line of work, she learned it’s best not to dwell on such things. Exiting the hangar, she traveled down to the bay of seher back to the tipsy tusken. Entering the cantina, she was greeted with loud festive music mixed with random conversation. Aaleeshah strolled to the bar in the center of the cantina. She nodded her head slightly to signal the bartender. The bartender nodded back to acknowledge her before walking over to her, leaning over the counter towards her.
“The usual?”, he asked.
She nodded. He nodded once before turning back towards the bar. He grabbed a bronze mug and prepared her normal drink. Grabbing the mug, he picked it up and walked back over to her placing the mug on the counter in front of her. She flashed a smile to the bartender as gratitude for the drink. Wrapping her blue fingers around the bronze mug, she lifted her drink taking it to her normal table in the back corner of the cantina. Planting herself in the wooden chair, she sat hovering over her drink, her thoughts being her only companion.