[EDIT: changed her full name a bit, because I’d botched it lore-wise.]
Basic information
Full name: Saek’thira’tharloo
Core name Kthira
Actual character name in the NWN vault: Kthira
Species: Chiss
Gender: female
Planet of Origin: Csilla
Year of birth: 3984 BBY
Force sensitivity: strong
Background information
Past affiliations: Jedi Order, Revanchists, Sith Order
Criminal records: unknown
Bounty: none
Recent professional affiliations: diverse freelance work for several parties, including Czerka corporation, Hoersch-Kessel Driveyards and several private contractors.
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Full-crimson eyes fluttered blearily open as the transport shuttle lurched heavily with the sudden drag of low-orbit planetary atmo. Kthira was sitting (and sleeping) on the rearmost row of seats for one simple reason: they were nearly always empty. Few passengers chose to sit on those and be treated to the deafening roar of engines so common of passenger shuttles when they broke into atmo. The shuttle was almost empty, but she chose the privacy of being isolated in the back over the comfort of being with the other passengers further ahead.
"Commencing landing approach at Veles colony starport" Announced the pilot in the typical, morose drone of a Czerka employee whose soul had been sucked out by the megacorp.
Dark-blue lips pursed for a moment as her senses quickly recovered to full wakefulness. First things first: a brief check of her belongings under the red coat she wore. It was all there - blasters, credit chips, datapad, and everything else. Pursed lips slid into a pleased smile - she wouldn’t have to ‘take care’ of some would-be pickpocket for this flight. It was a good change of pace.
Activating her wristpad, she tapped at it a few times, checked the sync with the shuttle’s information: twenty standard minutes to touchdown. That gave her enough time for-
“Hm. A bit early, aren’t you?” She whispered quiely to herself as her wristpad chimed with an incoming call, and the face of a male Bith with an ugly scar across his face appeared on the small viewscreen. For a moment, she was thankful for having spend extra creds on some of her ear - her comlink’s earpiece shut away the roaring engine noises entirely.
“Talk.” Was her greeting as the earpiece chimed to announce an established connection.
“M-Miss Kthira.” Stammered the Bith on the other end. “I h-hope to find you-”
"Cut the pleasantries, Tedo. If you called me, you have something new to give.
“Y-yes. Yes we do. We r-ran some d-data with a f-few… ah, contacts we h-have. They co-confirmed it: your target’s… b-been sighted on the planet Viscara in the past… standard month.” The Bith’s tone suggested he was cringing by the time he finished.
“Standard month? Standard month? I expected better, Tedo.”
“I-I apologize, Miss Kthira. We haven’t-”
“Enough. What exactly did your contacts catch?”
“Jhedok Viaas’ ship was recorded luh-landing on the planet. N-no outbound flight was r-recorded or d-detected.”
That was much better. Looking forward at the row of seats and passengers without truly seeing them, Kthira’s crimson eyes narrowed into slights. A nexu’s grin spread her lips as she could almost feel the taste of anticipation. A standard month after a detected landing without an outbound flight wasn’t usually much - one could’ve left the planet under the scanners. Her target, however, wasn’t a smuggler, wasn’t an operative. Jhedok wasn’t subtle, nor usually cared to cover his tracks. She was supposedly dead, after all, wasn’t she?
“You could’ve led the conversation with that, Tedo. Take this as a good lesson: just get straight to the point if you have something decent to give, and nobody will have to hear you cringing.” Said she, in a… pleasantly conversational tone.
She heard him cringe again. “Y-yes, M-Miss Kthira. Ah. I-is our ah… business c-concluded?”
“For now. I’m transfering half the payment now.” She spoke idly, tapping at her wristpad again.
“Miss Kthira! I-I was ho-hoping for full-”
Her voice cut him off, narrowing to a razor’s edge. “Do you seriously want to try changing our deal last-minute, Tedo? Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’ll have quite a lot of free time on my hands after Jhedok’s dead, you know.”
“N-n-n-nuh-no! N-no. I s-simply thought-”
“Half now. Half when I find him. We haven’t worked long enough for me to trust you with full payment.” She explained, once again, in a tone remarkably patient. In her mind, she sighed - Tedo was useless when he panicked, which was remarkably often in her presence.
“Y-y-yes, M-miss Kthira.”
“You should hear from me soon.” And she ended the call, cutting off the sounds of the Bith’s parting reply. Kthira sank back in her seat, eyes turned to the ceiling, pearly teeth biting dark blue lips.
Twenty or so minutes later, she was taking her first steps down the shuttle’s loading ramp. Lips curled into an ear-to-ear grin, teeth gritting tightly in a brief and light rush of adrenaline. Usually, the air of a spaceport smelled and tasted acrid and metallic. But now, not even that could wash away the taste of blood she could already feel on her tongue. Anticipation was a delicious dish.