Bounty: Tak's Cat Part Deux (D7, LM)

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Seeing as how the trip to Makeb was currently on hold, Section IX had required all her attention in the evening (rendering Shaisha's attempt at Hunting the cat moot due to timey-wimey wibbly-wobbly changes) until sleep finally claimed her, Shaisha at least found the time to continue helping Cole with this Missing Cat-mission.

And well, she kinda wanted to find the missing kitty too. Nar Shaddaa was a cesspool of the galaxy, and if a cat meant that much to a little kid... well, she had a soft spot for kids in danger.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole spotted the pureblood woman and raised a hand in a restrained wave, "Shaisha." He was pensive and tired, and even though they were heading into Shadow Town, even though there'd been reports of heavier-than-usual gunfire, looking for this cat with this gorgeous deviless felt like a rest.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Cole... or do you prefer being adressed as Officer Ormont?" she greeted in return with a small wave as she spotted him.

[Cole Ormont]

He ran a hand through his curls, "no, Cole's fine," though he'd become rather fond of the nickname she'd bestowed on him. But if this indicated an increased degree of formality between them, he feared it didn't bode well, and his lips pressed together slightly.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Cole it is then," she nodded. "Good. I don't really prefer high formality in these circumstances... one thing is with those under my command, but... well, seems like things are getting a bit tenser between the Republic and the Empire from what I hear. Didn't want to overstep too much."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole's mouth twisted, "truthfully, with everything going on with the Crescent Shadow, I hadn't noticed. But the day is young, there's plenty of time for those words to bite me on the ass." And, despite the strangeness of it all, his morning hadn't been all bad, there'd definitely been some high points. Shaking off some of his morosity, "lets find this cat."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Yes, let's hunt this ferocious beast," she chuckled, more than willing to set aside the stress of the Crescent Shadow and many other more important matters to go find a lost cat.

Yesterday, Cole had taken the lead on asking the people in the district for any clues. Today as they had narrowed down the search, Shaisha took the lead in finding traces of their target. A cat was significantly smaller and relatively harmless prey compared to what the Sith had hunted before, but that in itself was a bit refreshing... even to the point of refreshing her mind from the nightmares of her sleep that always left her drained in the morning.

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D7 LM Hunting/Cunning. 1 Boost from Cole.: 4eA+1eB+2eD 1 success, 1 advantage


Shaisha regains 1 Strain, since 1 Advantage isn't enough to boost the next stage as per the Basic Bounty rules.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole mostly remains quiet, vocally at least, his loose-jointed saunter was ill suited for such things as tracking and hunting. But there was a lot on his mind, and watching Shaisha take the lead as they searched, remembing her stealthiness the previous day, I already sold my soul once, what's the worst a Sith could ask for?

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Shaisha took a moment to take in their surroundings, then gestured for Cole to follow her a few paces away from where she suspected the cat was.

"Thinking we might lure it out if we have some food or something... or pretend we have some?"

[Cole Ormont]

Running a hand through his hair, Cole thinks, and a sly curl forms on his lips. "I think I have just the thing," and he dropped his pack down from his shoulder, opening the compartment of vials. The one he picked had a faint yellowish tinge to the fluid inside, which flows sluggishly, like oil.

He closed the kit and slung it back over his shoulder before holding up the vial. "This lovely little suspension has been called the Bane of Medpacs. The vials sometimes break if the kit is handled too roughly, say like a field medic in a battle zone?" Cole shook the bottle, "if this skrogger broke on you, everyone knew about it."

His movements were easy, casual, drawing off half a CC of the thick fluid with a syringe. Taking out a gauze pad, he glanced at the Sith and dribbled a little of the liquid onto the absorbent pad. Immediately the smell of fish, not rotten, but overpoweringly strong, wafts up.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

The Sith eyes him curiously as he pulls out a vial. Medicine and suspension wasn't food, right...? Ok, right, it was probably closer to food than the nutrient paste they served at the Academy on Korriban, she had to admit.

Then the smell hits her... and for someone who wasn't overly fond of seafood, it was bad even if it wasn't the smell of rotten food. "... Right. I hope this works then. I'll try to lure it out." She undid the clasps that held the cloak in place on her armor and handed it to Cole as she took the 'bait'. "We can use this to keep it under control once I get my hands on it, wrap it up like a snug little bug. The feline probably won't be too happy when it realises it was a trap."

Since it seemed they had a plan, Shaisha walked carefully nearer to the area of dumpsters where she had located the cat. From a little fort of cardboard boxes that were nearly disintigrating from the constant humidity and rain, she took a knee as she held out the fishy-smelling bait.

"Here, kitty kitty..."


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D7 LM Here, kitty, kitty... Deception/Cunning. Boost from Cole assisting: 1eP+3eA+1eB+2eD 1 success, 1 advantage, 1 Triumph


lol of course, a Triumph on catching a damn cat. Guess we'll leave it up to the GMs what it could lead to!

[Dapper Dog]

This furry creature peers out from behind a corpse, a bloated smelly whiphid corpse left to rot in a back alley. But something glimmers behind the kitten something it was playing with.

A purple-black ovoid like crystal.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Now what have we here...?" Shaisha murmurs as she notices the glimmer of the crystal, but for now her attention is on the kitten. Those little critters could be remarkably fast and slippery customers sometimes.

She continues to lure it closer with the scented offer of possible fish. "Cole, very carefully pick up the kitten."

[Cole Ormont]

Nodding, Cole carefully closed the fingers of one hand on the scruff of the kitten's neck, he lifted it gently, other hand sliding underneath its haunches to support its weight. And just like that, the rogue kitty is cradled in his hands. Cole cooed, scratching the little creature behind the ears and letting it rub its cheek on his fingers.

"What were you playing with, down there in the dirt, little kitty? What is it, I wonder?"

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Damn, that little fuzzball was actually kinda cute. No wonder its owner missed him, the Sith mused had to admit as she watched Cole handle it.

"Looks like a crystal... maybe belonged to the dead whiphid." Shaisha moved forward to pick up the shiny crystal.

[Cole Ormont]

Momentarily distracted, Cole nuzzled the kitten, making little kissing sounds as his did. "Your owner is one lucky kid," he murmured.

"Grab it, whatever it is," he said to the Sith, "and..." The idea of looting the whiphid's corpse was abhorrent, but if the vultures hadn't picked over the corpse yet, they soon would. Still, there was a bad taste in his mouth, "and see if it," he nodded to the body, "has any credit chips or anything useful on it. For the kid," he hastily added.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Alright," she nods and checks the whiphid's pockets for anything of value.

[Dapper Dog]

Nothing useful on the corpse.

[Cole Ormont]

"All right, kitty, let's get you back where you belong." Cole unbuttoned one side of the bib of his jacket, tucking the cat safely inside, against his stomach. He left one of the buttons undone, scritching the little creature's head comfortingly.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Whoever killed him probably took his cash too," she stated without much concern for the dead alien. And if it had been the one who stepped on her in the Huttball match, all the better.

"Do you mind if I hold onto this?" Shaisha asked as she held up the crystal.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole's eyes narrowed slightly, "I take it, then, you know what it is." He had his suspicions. "Sure, hold on to it for now," as if I could get it from her if she decides to keep it.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Don't worry," she chuckled as she noticed his look. "I will give you some compensation. Up to you if you want something creds or that I owe you one."

She gave it a closer look, trying to find out what sort of crystal it was. "If I'm not mistaken, it's a lightsaber crystal."

[Cole Ormont]

"That's what I figured," he pushed a hand through his hair. "Is it useful to you?"

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Most likely, yes," she nodded. "It's certainly not an Ilum crystal, so it's probably one of the more powerful kinds. "

For now at least she tucked it away safely in her belt. "Thank you for taking good care of it, little friend," she chuckled and scratched the little furball's head. And smiling like an idiot, because not even Sith were immune to the cuteness of kitteh.

[Cole Ormont]

Cocking an eyebrow, "seems like that's two you owe me, now. Quite the turn-around, deviless."