Tahiri Drakon Night-Thorn sat near one of the left side view ports of the Nihilus I, a Civilian Star Courier shuttle, seeing the outer edges of the city filter out into the desert that was known as the Badlands. Every bit of information she could get from the Inquisitorious and the clan reports was every bit beneficial. A wealth of information for sure, defense and weapons systems of the Collectives’ cities; where troops and armaments were; the Technocratic Guild in general, especially where it concerned the head of the organization, Guildmaster Daggo Mouk; and info on others within the guild. However, for this mission the main focus was that these were some of the people who were attacking the clans and wanted to get rid of all Force users. There was also the special extra benefit that they had something that could prove to be very helpful to Tarentum, and the Brotherhood in time.
It had been bit nerve wracking for her when they flew through the blockade, the code they had received worked, though there was still the matter of what awaited them on the planet of Nancora Prime. Since contacting the guild through a third party about their ‘unique’ cargo, they had gone through three different people in order to finally getting the privilege of this meeting on Nancora Prime. “A chance to buy such a unique and priceless relic, shouldn’t be done through third parties. I will sell only in person, and only with the people who wish to buy,” Hades had said, in the simplest of ways, to the people the guild had sent to negotiate a price.
As she watched the teeming Faron city fly by beneath her, Tahiri absent mindedly adjusted the necklace she was wearing. It wasn’t the normal necklace she usually wore, especially going into a battle. Instead it was a simple, but elegant, silver tiered necklace, bedecked with dark forest green gems accented along the edges with tiny clear gems. It had been a birthday gift from her Masters’ master, Hades. The necklace fit, not only with the part she now played in a larger picture of the current event now unfolding, but also with the colorful layer of cloth that concealed her assassin’s garment and weapons beneath.
Turning her gaze from the viewport, Tahiri surveyed the rest of the group with her. Her Master, Solas Night-Thorn, arms crossed over his chest lounged casually across from her, his pure white hair a stark contrast to his black attire. Solas looked to be at peace, though Tahiri knew the madness that dwelt within him, as evident by the grin on his face when she had gathered the group together. Beside her sat Hades, the Admiral of Tarentum’s Navy, tranquilly assessing the plan over and over in his head. Hopefully this plan goes flawless. If not, I’m glad we have backup, either way we’ll deal a good blow to these Collective scum who dared to take on the Brotherhood and Tarentum, she thought as she looked from one to the other, then back to the viewport, as the shuttle began to land in one of the many hangers of Faron city.
Once the shuttle landed, Hades stood up, stretching a little as he did and then turning to her held out his hand. “Shall we?” Hades asked with a confident smile.
Tahiri gazed up at him, returning the smile with a twinkle in her sulfuric eyes, replying, “Yes, we shall.” Taking his offered hand, she rose to her full height, a mere 5 ft. 3in. Solas looked over with the same piercing yellow sulfur eyes, and then straightened his jacket as he stood to escort them down the ramp. Standing together, both men towered a full foot and more above Tahiri, as though they were the towers and she the keep.
Before the shuttle’s durasteel ramp began to lower, Tahiri quickly and quietly asked, “Okay, so everyone knows their part of the plan, and the backup in case things go south fast, correct?” A quick nod from both men confirmed that each knew his part, and the backup plan. She wondered how the other half of the group was fairing.
