(So, I’ll be posting stories detailing all the missions that Keltyr has been on, with Kafekta as the main PoV. I will be changing a number of points to not hog the entire agent storyline, because I think it is both crass and limiting. Still, there will be parts that remain the same. So, if you are planning on doing an agent, I will mark those stories that reflect the big reversals in the Agent story line for you to avoid. Aside from that, most stories will follow a basic arc premise. pt1 is the set up, pt 2 is the conflict and part 3 will be the resolution. As always, Keltyr is involved in all of these.)
There were always dark corners in the entertainment rooms of Hutt palaces. Places where people could make shady dealings in pretend privacy. Nothing happened here that the Hutts did not know about. Fithka’fek’tarithi nursed another watered down drink in a dark corner of Nero’s palace and wondered exactly how she was going to get off this stinking rat hole of a planet.
She’d been scrapping the bottom of the bounty hunting barrel for a few years now, but this last job was supposed to have changed that. She should have known it was too easy. Should have seen how eager the low ranked wormy hutt was to hire a no name hunter. The money had been so good that she had ignored the small bits of doubt.
Credits she would never have seen, if she had been less ready with her blaster or less wary. Her frustration at being caught stupidly in that trap had carried through as she had sliced into the hutt’s accounts and bled them dry. Most of the credits she had sent to the bastards rivals, but she had enough to buy her way off planet. Which would have been great, except the hutt wasn’t nearly as stupid as she was hasty. And he had friends. And her team had died.
Stars, she should never have taken that money. One impulsive decision to take the contract followed by a second to slice the accounts of hutt. Too late to take any of it back now. Fithka’fek’tarithi threw a datapad on her table and started working on a way to bypass the spaceport’s security. It was a tricky proposition, but it might be the only chance she had.
She noted the man that slipped into the booth, but did not acknowledge him right away. Chiss might have a reputation for stoic courtesy, but it was not exactly rude to not acknowledge the presence of an intruding stranger. Shooting the intruder under the table, no matter how appealing, that might raise some eyebrows.
“Hello to you, too.”
Her head shot up at the familiar voice. “Keltyr, been a long time.” She was puzzled at the lack of imperial accent but it would be impolite to ask about it in public. She turned off the datapad and took it off the table. No use taking a risk. Keltyr was Chiss and he had been a friend, but she was not sure where his loyalties were.
A waitress sidled up to their booth and Keltyr flashed her a brilliant smile.. Some things never changed. Kafekta waited to see how the twi’lek would react to the unusual behavior, but the waitress smiled and bantered with Keltyr a few moments before going to fill his order. Keltyr was not a stranger to her. Odd that she had not heard about another Chiss in the area. Keltyr looked back at her without a trace of levity in his expression. “I heard you made some trouble for yourself.”
“News gets around.”
“It does. I have a proposition for you. One that could be mutually beneficial.” He leaned back, flirted with the twi’lek waitress when she brought his drink and then looked back the hunter as the server walked away. “Or at least enough to get you out of Hutt space without a collar around your neck. I don’t think the Hutts would take kindly to you breaching their security.”
Stars, of course he had seen what she had been working on. No way to tell how long he had been watching her. “All right, you know I’m in a tight spot and I’m interested.”
“Yes or no, Kafekta. I’m only going to offer this once.”
“Fine, I’m in.”
Keltyr nodded and then slid out of the booth. “Good. Let’s get to work.” He paused long enough to make sure Kafekta was following him. “Where’s the rest of your gear?” She pulled a duffel bag from underneath the table. “Follow me and don’t shoot anyone unless I tell you to.”
