Story of the Spice Angels

Josca Cracor and Lexia Lanna

  Deep in the sea of stars, on a world riddled with scum and villainy at it's highest concentration, a woman leans against a railing, watching the busy city of Nar Shaddaa below her fill her ears with nothing but constant and possibly irritating noise, especially those adverts about whatever was being sold that day. Her helmet rests beside her on the ground as she glances to the side, a somewhat defeated sigh until she felt a tight embrace on her opposing flank and the voice of a familiar face. A woman of similar body type and height was resting on her side, fashioned in mercenary's attire with a rifle slung over her back. She parted her low hanging bangs a tad and smiled, which our heroine returned the favor, planting a kiss on her forehead and embracing her as well.

Lexia: "So, what's the job today hm?"

Josca: "Oh nothing, supposed to meet with a contact here. Apparently he has an invitation for us."

Lexia: "For what? *she giggled* A party, or one of those visits."

  Josca had little to comment on about that jab of hers, opting just to gently pat her side and reach down to retrieve her helmet from the ground only to have the favor returned and a pat on her behind. The two laughed and walked together into the bustling structure, watching the bouncers boot out a rather old looking Rodian who pleaded with the guards to allow him to return to his friends inside. The couple was barely bothered by the guards, just a nod of acceptance and a partial side stare before they ventured into the busy interior, filled with cheers, food, and fun, or at least whatever counted as 'fun' in these parts of town. Nevertheless, Josca donned her helmet and tapped the side, searching for the meeting location whilst her dearest love seemed to be in awe of the celebration, but was content being at her partner's side. 

Josca: "Private cantina, huh, that place is for the big leagues, maybe we'll get a pretty hefty pay."

Lexia: "Right behind you love."

Josca: "Trust me, I know why you are back there."

  The jokesters made their way towards an entrance that was fashioned with a massive line of eager citizens and two droids with heavy repeaters as guards for this particular joint. Well, there was no use waiting for some contact to be sitting in a line of chattering people, the two approached the droids and informed them of their business. Thankfully, they were permitted entry to much dismay of the tireless crowd out front. Once inside, they were given the spectacle of a plethora of dancers, people and drunks, not too uncommon though these particular people appeared to be wearing both Imperial and Republic uniforms, some were even high ranking officers... that were getting their... well, stress relieved which was something not even gore could bleach from someone's eyes.

  Nevertheless, the two spotted a lone table in the far back, far beyond the earshot of anyone and barely even noticed by the server droids that were attempting to make their rounds on time. So, these two ladies strode to the table and sat down, pondering for a moment if this was all a hoax or if their contact was late. However, this was not to be as the unmistakable sounds of spurs and boots approaching filled both their ears with unease until they were face to face with a white and black armored Mandalorian, looking down at both of them for a moment.

Lexia: "You know it's rude to stare..."

???: "A bounty hunter has no morals..."

Lexia: "Well that's up for-"

Josca: "Yet a true hunter will always respect those who it hunts."

???: "So you are Josca Cracor and Leix Lanna... Not what I thought but it'll do."

  Lex seems a bit perplexed by what just happened but this was not something she was foreign to given her own history with this way of life. However all parties involved got comfortable in their respective seats as this Mandalorian took his own, refusing to remove his helmet and keeping his arms atop the table. On the other side of the table, Jos removed her own helmet and set it beside her on the rounded booth, making sure to fold her arms across her chest and keep her rifle in view. The rather loud club behind them barely even fazed them at this point as the man reached to his belt and set down a bounty puck, as it touched the table, a hologram of an Imperial officer appeared, followed by name, location, aliases and so on. 

???: "My boss wants what she has. A Sith Harrower that has been dry docked on a shipyard near Corellia. Minimal guards, no crew, all droids. Should you accept, you will both be rewarded handsomely and given the codes to hack the droids onboard."

Josca: "Woah woah woah, you want me and her to just steal a cruiser from the fleet!? We aren't trying to pick a fight with the Empire!"

???: "Who said you were stealing it?"

Josca: "W-What do you mean?"

???: "That Harrower was ordered to be commanded by my employer, that officer went off the books and stole the ship for herself, acting against the interests of a Dark Councilor. However, her superiors are unaware of her treachery and she plans to leave that dock without a hitch."

Lexia: "So wait, you want us just to steal the ship back? Okay, where would we drop it off after we secure it?"

???: "That will be disclosed if you accept the deal, otherwise, we never met."