Deeper and Darker

[Lykeira]

Swinging her toned legs out from under the thick blanket, Lykeira wiped her eyes, a long tangle of curled, brown hair falling across her shoulders and down her back. The night prior had been a great exercise of not only much needed release, but also an adrenaline filled early morning of raw power. Pushing herself up, the cinnamon toned witch felt the cool air from the recirculator caressing her naked body as she moved through the otherwise dimly lit room as morning's light pierced the outer border of the single window's thick curtain. Stepping over clothes, bottles, and furniture she continued into the refresher and took a quick shower.

The night's physicality now washed off, she returned to the quiet room and found her leather pants, vest and knee-high boots and slipped them on. Weapon belt buckled, she headed for the door and tapped the green button, inset on the panel to the barrier's right. Opening, luma light poured into the room, illuminating the bodies now left behind by the rogue Force user. Strolling down to the turbolift cluster, she slowed her pace as she neared a human couple and a Twi'lek male, glancing to the shapely woman who slipped slender, tanned fingers into her right pocket and pulled out the small datapad. Clicking it on, she then typed in the password stolen from the mind of the leader of the gang, then accessed the latest purchase he had made.

Not only the relic bought from some obscure archaeologist now sitting in the small warehouse not a few miles from here, but also the name of the world that the woman had found it on was detailed. Having spent forty thousand credits on the tablet, Lykeira knew she had to get to this piece of Sith history from Tund before it disappeared.

Opening, the double doors slid aside and allowed the four into the turbolift and she noted the human male choose the lobby, which was perfect. Memorizing the address of the warehouse, she turned off the datpad and returned it to her pocket.

Now she needed a ride.

[Lykeira]

Stepping out into the warm air of Lothal, Lykeira moved to an awaiting cab as the driver tended to a file within the computer attached to his dash. Moving to the door, she waited for a moment and then opened the rear, passenger door and slid into the back seat. Closing the door, the younger man glanced back to her and grinned.

"Where to?"

"Warehouse on Eighth," she replied.

His brow furrowed slightly, "There's quite a few on that road, any particular address?"

Hazel green eyes narrowed, "Drive and I'll tell you when we get there".

Taken aback, he nodded nervously, "Sure thing." Leaving off the rest of his file keeping, they were away.

"How long?"

"Five minutes, depending on the lights."

"Five? Not seven?"

He chuckled lightly, "Been doing this a while, ma'am."

Not having this man as a slave or beholden to her was already wearing on the dark side witch, but she also knew her present situation with the Empire wasn't ideal either, so relaxed a bit as she glanced out through the window. Farmers and businessmen now tending to their daily schedule passed the speeder or worked away in their shops and offices. Boring, she mused.

"So, where from?"

Feeling the Force well within, she took a deep breath, lack of information on the area she was now heading being the only reason she hadn't snapped his neck already. "Far away from here."

He nodded, "Oh," he replied, the opportunity for small talk now gone. "Quiet type, I get it. Not a problem."

Glaring at the back of his head, "Just shut up and drive." This was going to be a long five minutes, she mused.

Downtown soon gave way to the granaries and warehouses of the business district and he slowed as she checked the address having been gained in the datapad and noticed they were close. "This is fine."

"You sure? I can..."

"Stop."

"Okay," he stated quietly, then glanced at the meter. "Eighteen credits."

Touching his mind, she painted the picture of a twenty cred chit in her hand and handed it to him, then opened the door and stepped out. "Keep the change."

"Thanks."

Driving off, she let the cab driver be ignorant of the exact warehouse she was going to, knowing eventually police would be called to the room rented by the gang leader and his friends, then found murdered by some unknown, giving herself more time to get what she came for. Walking now, she hurried to the warehouse and then soon opened her mind to the large building to find it wasn't empty.