Nearby Mygeeto City
Blade walked the main cantina strip, listening to the hustle and bustle of another day. Shouts, squeals, and desperate wails intermingled into a cacophony of life as the shopkeepers outside sold their wares despite the cold. Weaving her way through the crowd, she went to the city’s largest cantina and ordered herself a drink. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for clues through the Force. Her bottle had barely hit the table before Shadow was already on the comm channel.
“Status update?” asked the Battlemaster.
“Looks like the tracking device is coming in handy. I thought we agreed I’d take the day shift. Everything is fine. Go to sleep, Shads. If something or someone comes up I’ll let you know,” promised the Zeltron. The line went silent.
The pair of them had taken to searching the city in turns the last two days. Blade mingled and hunted for targets during the day. Shadow skulked in the shadows, stalking prey in the middle of the night. There were no leads yet, but Blade was confident something would show up eventually. Until then, she relished the entertainment the cantina had to offer.
In particular, the Warrior was interested in the group of pirates that often frequented the social hub. After a few shots, the daily roundup of raiders pushed its way into the crowded cantina. Reaching out with the Force, the Arcanist probed each of them. Sadly, no odd Force signatures registered, but something did peak her interest.
Blade bit her lip in concentration, wondering what could make them so happy. Fortunately, they took up several tables not too far away from her. Letting her naturally alluring scent permeate the air around her, she stared at several of the raiders. Heads darted back and forth between the Zeltron and their conversation at hand. She had only gotten through her third shot before a trio of men approached her.
“Want to join us, lass? We could buy you some more drinks,” offered the men hopefully.
“Deal. It’s no fun drinking alone anyways.” Blade agreed as she moved to their table and sat dead center.
The Arcanist called for round after round of shots, smirking as she started to get the pirates intoxicated. Her delicious scent whirled around the table. Skeptical glances turned to grins as the men fawned over the Zeltron. It wasn’t too long before they descended into a raucous conversation. She hoped Shadow was recording everything. In any case, she suspected the Battlemaster would use it later to silently lecture her on the merits of sobriety.
“Hey, gorgeous! Want to party tonight? We are celebrating down at the nightclub around the corner,” offered the man brazenly.
“As long as Killian doesn’t snatch her away. He gets all the good ones,” complained a red-haired companion.
“Well, he is the captain,” reasoned another.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Blade interjected.
“Of course, lass. Of course,” agreed the man to her right.
“I’ll go. A party with pirates at night? Count me in!” Blade yelled in excitement as the table cheered in response.
After receiving the party intel and downing a few more drinks, the Arcanist bade her new ‘friends’ farewell. Walking back to her hideout, she crashed onto the empty bed next to Shadow. The world spun a little with the joys of inebriation. The Battlemaster was already stirring awake but the Zeltron didn’t wait for a lecture, letting herself drift off into the Force’s healing embrace.
After all, she had a party to go to soon…
Nearby Mygeeto City
Few Hours later
A crowded room of mostly locals danced their woes away under a colorful array of gyrating lights. Their bodies danced together in harmony as they let the powerful bass and melodic vocals take expression. Not everyone understood the lure of nightclubs, but Blade was right at home. Her merry band of pirates danced in a rough circle around her, sometimes obstructing her view. Senses on high alert, she kept an eye out for her real target, but she didn’t have to wait long.
“Over here! I want you to meet someone!” A nearby raider yelled, tapping her shoulder to get her attention.
“Sure! Lead the way!” responded Blade.
She followed the grunt to a private table near the back, dancing her way off the main floor. She found a dashing man sitting at the table, grinning as he caught sight of her. His dark complexion and bright blue eyes framed a lean muscular body. A sly grin crossed her face.
A nice mark indeed.
“Name is Killian. Care to join me, love?” He asked as he offered her a seat next to him.
“I’d love to join you. I’ve heard so much about you.” Blade said, allowing her pheromones to flow around her as she sat next to the captain.
“I hope all good. I promise I don’t bite too hard,” said Killian with a wink. She smiled.
“Nothing too bad. I hear you’re the captain of those raiders. Find any buried treasure?” teased Blade.
“Lots. But the only treasure here is you, love. Care for a drink? I brought some Rancor Tequila.” Captain Killian offered with a flirtatious smile.
“Man after my own heart. Where is your bottle?” Blade joked.
He chuckled and poured both of them a glass.
“To treasure!” toasted the Zeltron.
“Aye, to treasure!” agreed Killian.
The pair of them wasted the night away sipping drinks. Idle conversation led to boasts of treasure hauls and brave advances. It wasn’t long until the inevitable.
“Love, let’s go somewhere a bit quieter. I have a place nearby. What do you say?” offered the captain confidently.
“Sounds wonderful. Let’s go.” Blade said as she took his hand, signalling the Battlemaster via her hidden tracking device as she got up.
Shame, he’s a pretty one.