Post by Bobbi on Oct 15, 2018 8:26:54 GMT -5
The little construction company was owned and operated by a clan called Yas’tari. It was not close to the heart of Keldabe, and nowhere near where she lived. It was, in fact, on the opposite side of the city. Still, that was where Ja’eeth had gone. The more her face was seen out in the open the better it would be. That she didn’t go alone was to be no real consequence to her, though it might have mattered to someone else. Commander Norres had insisted on, at least, two people tailing her. One was Hapan, the other was from Gerrenthuum. Neither wore the armor of their allegiance, but both were armed and hanging back to keep an eye on her from a distance.
The place she was heading was profitable in these off times, when life called for more basics and less networked technology. Aside from a main building that housed the more form and file geared work of the company there was a workshop that housed the more hands on and gritty part of things. Piles and planks of hardwood, imported from across the galaxy, were sitting by and ready for use. There were four Mando’ade treating what wood had just been brought in, three working a metal station to fashion and ground the material down into whatever it needed to be. Duracrete workers, duraglass cutters, wire setters, roofers and so on. The setup for the workshop and the office building swallowed a great portion of the city block.
Ja’eeth headed for the office building. The quieter setting would be far more useful than trying to hold a conversation over the throbbing roar of Mando’ade at work. The first of which was held with Dob Yas’tari, the second in line at the company. Taken to a small side room, she placed herself down on a stiff backed conform-couch that was, obviously, just for show. The room she was in had been done in pale yellows and creams with the fabric of the sofa she sat on done in a neutral tan. The room had windows, but these were just as much for show as the sofa was.
Her wait wouldn’t be long. A man quite a few years her senior was coming in after a bit. He had a sharp nose, and clear hazel colored eyes which right then were taking her measure.
“Ja’eeth, su cuy’gar.”
From that distance, just across the room, the faint lines of bruises and whatever else was left behind and still being worked on by the bacta were easy to miss. She rose at the greeting, and moved toward him, “Su’cuy La’re. Can you make something for me?”
“That depends, what am I building?”
A piece of flimsy was handed over, on it was a crudely drawn image. La’re took it, and studied it for a moment, “Are you sure you want something like this?”
He looked up in time to see Ja’eeth nod.
“Then consider it done. When do you need it by?”
“As soon as possible.” She told him, “And I need someone to come by and take a look at my front door. Its been fixed, but I’d rather have someone I know make sure its been done right.”
“I’ll talk to Dob. Can I ask what happened?”
“Ju’tar and Kor’rar are dead. They attacked me in my home. Forced entry.”
In response to that, Ja’eeth was given a deeper once over. La’re could see the small signs on her face now, the faded and nearly gone bruises had been easy to miss.
“That’s why you need this?” The flimsy was gently waved by the hand that held it.
“Yes, I need something more sturdy in my home. Everything else is too soft, and more painful to use.”
“How bad is it?”
She gave her brother a recounting of the events as she had been told them, letting him know that she had no real memories of the event just yet. Little things were starting to come back to her, but a lot of them were just disjointed impressions. Her head, she had been told, had been hit pretty hard.
“Do I need to rally?”
“No, not yet,” She told him, and was then changing her mind, “Actually, yes. If you can get me some good eyes and ears, I wouldn’t mind having a few more hands in my neighborhood. The attack was unprovoked, and with two Torallis down they might be looking to settle the score.”
“You have no idea why they did it?”
“None yet. But that’s in the works.”
“Does buir know?”
“Not yet. They know that I was hurt. Kel’dan had taken Ja’dan out there for a visit while I was in the med ward. They also know that I am fine -- or they should if Kel’dan did as I asked him to do.”
“Is Ja’dan still out there?”
“No, Kel’dan’s taken him somewhere safe. He’s well protected.”
She watched La’re nod, and flick the flimsy against the palm of his open hand, “You’ll have this as soon as I can get it to you. And you’ll have back up by sundown. I’ll start putting the calls out.”
“Thank you, La’re. Just a few. I don’t need to be heavily guarded. I just need some extra eyes on the street.”
The place she was heading was profitable in these off times, when life called for more basics and less networked technology. Aside from a main building that housed the more form and file geared work of the company there was a workshop that housed the more hands on and gritty part of things. Piles and planks of hardwood, imported from across the galaxy, were sitting by and ready for use. There were four Mando’ade treating what wood had just been brought in, three working a metal station to fashion and ground the material down into whatever it needed to be. Duracrete workers, duraglass cutters, wire setters, roofers and so on. The setup for the workshop and the office building swallowed a great portion of the city block.
Ja’eeth headed for the office building. The quieter setting would be far more useful than trying to hold a conversation over the throbbing roar of Mando’ade at work. The first of which was held with Dob Yas’tari, the second in line at the company. Taken to a small side room, she placed herself down on a stiff backed conform-couch that was, obviously, just for show. The room she was in had been done in pale yellows and creams with the fabric of the sofa she sat on done in a neutral tan. The room had windows, but these were just as much for show as the sofa was.
Her wait wouldn’t be long. A man quite a few years her senior was coming in after a bit. He had a sharp nose, and clear hazel colored eyes which right then were taking her measure.
“Ja’eeth, su cuy’gar.”
From that distance, just across the room, the faint lines of bruises and whatever else was left behind and still being worked on by the bacta were easy to miss. She rose at the greeting, and moved toward him, “Su’cuy La’re. Can you make something for me?”
“That depends, what am I building?”
A piece of flimsy was handed over, on it was a crudely drawn image. La’re took it, and studied it for a moment, “Are you sure you want something like this?”
He looked up in time to see Ja’eeth nod.
“Then consider it done. When do you need it by?”
“As soon as possible.” She told him, “And I need someone to come by and take a look at my front door. Its been fixed, but I’d rather have someone I know make sure its been done right.”
“I’ll talk to Dob. Can I ask what happened?”
“Ju’tar and Kor’rar are dead. They attacked me in my home. Forced entry.”
In response to that, Ja’eeth was given a deeper once over. La’re could see the small signs on her face now, the faded and nearly gone bruises had been easy to miss.
“That’s why you need this?” The flimsy was gently waved by the hand that held it.
“Yes, I need something more sturdy in my home. Everything else is too soft, and more painful to use.”
“How bad is it?”
She gave her brother a recounting of the events as she had been told them, letting him know that she had no real memories of the event just yet. Little things were starting to come back to her, but a lot of them were just disjointed impressions. Her head, she had been told, had been hit pretty hard.
“Do I need to rally?”
“No, not yet,” She told him, and was then changing her mind, “Actually, yes. If you can get me some good eyes and ears, I wouldn’t mind having a few more hands in my neighborhood. The attack was unprovoked, and with two Torallis down they might be looking to settle the score.”
“You have no idea why they did it?”
“None yet. But that’s in the works.”
“Does buir know?”
“Not yet. They know that I was hurt. Kel’dan had taken Ja’dan out there for a visit while I was in the med ward. They also know that I am fine -- or they should if Kel’dan did as I asked him to do.”
“Is Ja’dan still out there?”
“No, Kel’dan’s taken him somewhere safe. He’s well protected.”
She watched La’re nod, and flick the flimsy against the palm of his open hand, “You’ll have this as soon as I can get it to you. And you’ll have back up by sundown. I’ll start putting the calls out.”
“Thank you, La’re. Just a few. I don’t need to be heavily guarded. I just need some extra eyes on the street.”
