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KYLO REN:

Was there not one person in this entire galaxy who could just take a job, and nod silently? Apparently not. “They’re busy bringing peace to the galaxy.” His eyes shone with annoyance, a clear indicator she shouldn’t ask anymore questions.

Keeping the conversation short and quick, Kylo had no time nor energy to waste on such a thug, he spoke: “That device has all the information you need on your target. Name a price.”

“Starting price is 25,000 creds.” She harrumphed quietly at the way she was being gazed at, her amber eyes still narrowed ( but was it out of fear, or was it exasperation? ). Kalani really wasn’t too happy with not being able to discuss plans, timing -- mortality. Still, she pressed on anyway, even if it was one single question.

“One more thing,” she began, keeping eye contact with Kylo.

“I’ll need a contact for when the job is done unless you’ll have time out of your very busy day to meet with a lowly mercenary.”

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“You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.”

— Unknown

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R‌EY:

“I’m sorry, I-I just had to make sure,” Rey quickly protested, holding her hands up to her chest briefly before lowering them once again. Around here, one could never be sure. “It’s not that, I just…I know of a few people who do enjoy killing as a sport, or so it seems…sometimes the adrenaline gets the best of them…” It was scary to think about, but she knew it was true. “You’re…Resistance, right?” Rey was hopeful, but with so many revived people showing up, it was difficult to be completely positive.

“No, I’m not,” Kalani replied quickly, crossing her arms over her stomach uncomfortably. She knew that Rey had meant no arm, but her pride was a tad wounded.

She opened her mouth again, worried that the girl may try to strike her down if she provided no explanation. “I’m neutral. I don’t take sides, I don’t have opinions.” Or rather, none that she would say to anyone but Gemma. “I just go where the money does.”

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KYLO REN:

Kylo was a busy man, running the first order wasn’t exactly fun and games, in fact he didn’t even have time to sleep at the moment. In an attempt to find himself time to do such normal human necessities, as annoying as they may be, Kylo had sent for a mercenary to do some dirty work. To get rid of a thorn in his side.

“Hello. I’ll make this brief. I need you to get rid of this person.” Using the force, he sent a small device towards her.

“Apologies, but there shouldn’t be much brevity when discussing my job. If you want this person dead so much -- why not send one of your precious Stormtroopers?” She spoke before thinking, looking up at his dark eyes with a small wrinkle of her nose at herself.

“I need information from you. Specifically about the money involved. What will I get out of what seems to be rushed, Supreme Leader?” The title came out in somewhat of a sneer, halfhearted and sounding rather sardonic with her accent. A hand was raised and without so much as a thought, she brought the device to herself the rest of the way; she saw nothing wrong with doing it, even if she wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was. She didn’t educate herself on the Force, nor did she try to really stop herself from using it naturally. 

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rest in peace to the real superhero, Stan Lee.

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@your-son-is-gone

Kalani wasn’t a very big fan of waiting -- if there was one thing she appreciated among all of her employers, it was punctuality. Perhaps it was trauma that made waiting an anxiety-filled eternity, but patience just simply wasn’t an attribute that made her who she was. She wasn’t about to complain, though. Her contact had led her on to believe that if she did the job well, she would be getting paid a large sum. It was better for her.

It didn’t stop her from bouncing her leg or from scowling down at the floor. It was secluded. She thought for a moment that maybe her contact had been wrong -- but the likelihood of such a scenario was slim. And so she stood, in all of her short glory with her jacket nearly blending in with the dim surroundings until she heard rather hard footfalls. 

Her head snapped up, her amber eyes wide in surprise. Was that -- ? For just a second, she let herself recognize that despite everything she had once said about such a man, there was a disturbing cold running down her spine. Her face, however, remained unreadable. Just as it needed to be.

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@ofjakkus cont’d from x.

“Stars, no! I don’t enjoy killing people!” She couldn’t help but be offended -- it was her job, not something that she got off on. It was survival, and if she didn’t have to, perhaps Kalani would have lived a peaceful life! She paused, thick lips pursed. 

“Does it... seem like I do?”

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GEMMA:

{ &. __ KALANI: STARTER FOR ( @gcldmerc )

                          THE UNDERBELLY OF CORUSCANT WAS A NASTY PLACE  ––––––– Gemma knew this because that’s where she’d spent most of her time attempting to secure even the smallest jobs. In a sense, it’s where she built a name for herself on the streets –––– and no matter how much of a shit-hole the place was, it would always have a place in her heart. In fact, it was almost a tradition for her now to grab a drink on the streets after a job was said and done. That being said, she’d had her fair share of partners during previous jobs –––– but none that had worked as well with her than the most recent one. So much so that she’d taken the liberty to invite the other for that mandatory post-celebratory drink.

❝ ––––––– WELL WELL … IF IT ISN’T MY SECOND FAVORITE OUTLAW. ❞ She muses as she spots the other from across the bar counter. ❝ I WASN’T SURE IF YOU WAS GONNA’ SHOW UP –––– BUT I’M GLAD YOU DID ! ❞ Gemma continues, her smile practically beaming from a sense of excitement that she does not try to hide. 

❝ I’LL BE TAKING YOU UP ON THAT OFFER FOR THE FIRST ROUND, YOU KNOW ? ❞ 

Oh, how Kalani had hoped that Gemma would have forgotten their bet. It had been something she always tested her partners on (even if half of them ended up dead, the other half running away when the job wasn’t complete) and to her surprise, the blonde had passed it. Which made Kalani groan, seeing as she now had to pay for alcohol. Sure, they had bickered, but the brunette couldn’t deny it -- ! Gemma was a damn good shot. 

“A deal’s a deal,” she responded through a tight smile, her boots falling heavy on the floor while she sauntered forward. “You really surprised me out there, you know. almost as good as me.” Fingers curled in a motion to beckon Gemma to her side, murmuring something to the bartender while she waited.

It was only then that Kalani spun to face the blinde, leaning the small of her back against the hard counter, lazily glancing at Gemma. “First partner I’ve had that's survived my ideas.”

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NOMI:

{ &. __ KALANI LINRYDE: CONT. FROM ( X )

                              THE WHOLE THING WAS A BLUR TO HER ––––––– and for a moment, Nomi found herself staring at the other with utter guilt. If she were to be honest, the fact of the matter was that there were particular protocols in place for Resistance members to follow during information acquisitions —- dead drops to be more specific. But nothing was ever that simple —- especially not when that person was Kalani Linryde.  

❝ Seriously Kalani —- ? Plasma and trinkets ? I guess I thought you were more interesting than you really are. ❞  She mused, her accent still distinctly Imperial despite all the time she’s spent with the Rebellion. ❝ Look —- I don’t want any trouble. ❞ She shudders slightly, hands reaching slowly out of the bag to place themselves in front of her defensively. ❝ It’s a simple misunderstanding. I thought this bag was mine —- I have one just like it. We’ll sort it out. ❞ There’s a slight pause in her voice as she attempts to reason her way out of this.

❝ Besides —- what reason would I have to find something to use against you anyways ? I’m not a spy ( anymore ). ❞

Her amber eyes were steeled, looking as if they were really jewels cut from stone with the way she held her head with such suspicion. She wanted to snort at the explanation. Unless Nomi, too, had picked up the bag that was handmade with her specific instructions on Corellia as a favor -- she doubted the girl’s explanations. No matter, she needed to put on her nice face. She did want to get paid after everything was said and done. 

“Right, yes. apologies.” Her accent seemed to thicken as she spoke in monotone, rolling her eyes to the back of the head. 

“We all have our reasons, anyhow. Just put my bag down and this can all be forgotten.” Well, it wouldn’t, but Kalani could at least act like it, she told herself. Nomi didn’t seem like the type of person to really be malicious unless someone warranted it. 

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@rcbelace cont’d from x. 

“Shut it!” The woman snapped in a hushed tone, her hand against the door of the closet; sensing, or rather attempting to. She couldn’t with the woman she had pulled in. Kalani’s nose wrinkled at that, and she blew air from her mouth with frustration. The faintest of lights spilled in, barely lighting Kalani’s face and bright eyes as she turned to look at Nomi.  “You’re late -- and being followed.” She kept her tone down to a low murmur, brows furrowed together as she talked. 

For a moment, the closet was filled with nothing but the sounds of their light breathing, before Kalani shoved her hair from her face and drew for her blaster. “Any idea of a better, more secure place to talk? There are going to be prying ears.” She checked her blaster, making sure she was ready to shoot just in case. 

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you’re no good for me baby you’re no good for me you’re no good for me but baby I want you, I want you

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if you don't think kalani is touch starved, what? !! are you thinking !!

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@gcldengun

Okay, what happened?

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catch me plotting my pirate au on discord.

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