<strong>Name:</strong>Rabme Sedila (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286356.msg14091616#msg14091616)<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Country_GIrl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>0/12<strong>Strain:</strong>0/13<br/><strong>Soak:</strong>2<br/><strong>Conflict:</strong>0<strong>Location:</strong>Aboard The<em>Chance Cube Dance</em>in the lounge<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All<br/><hr/>Fully aware that she was, herself, in the midst of a mis-spent youth, Rabme looked at Udi and recognized a kindred spirit- a fellow female who didn't mind indulging in the finer things in life.  Meditation might be all the Jedi wanted to do, but she spent her eight days getting her passengers familiar with the ship, and then relaxing in her own ways- and anticipating the area they'd be visiting.  Initially, she had to get her passengers (she couldn't yet think of calling them "crew") situated in their rooms.  It had been wonderful to see Damien again (and oh,<em>Force</em>he'd filled out since they were kids), and she'd had time to get to know him again in the last eight days.  Rooming with Laeli could have been awkward, but she didn't pay much attention- if Laeli couldn't handle Rabme sleeping naked in her own damned room on her own damned ship (as she'd already started thinking of it, though she'd actually only been flying this one for a few weeks), that would have been the mirialan's problem.  Fortunately, she prevented that neatly by crashing in the mess of the machine-shop- Rabme hadn't done anything with it, so anything Laeli did in there she was willing to accept.  Worst case scenario, she'd just tell "Nestegg" that his kit was damaged by his team members- and in the meantime, Rabme had a comfortably private room. Damien and the kel-dor had roomed in the other berth- she felt bad that she couldn't offer the jedi his own environment space, but he didn't seem to mind too badly.<br/><br/>The... trash witch was interesting.  Rabme had found it remarkably easy to coax her into staying in the engineroom spaces- Rabme didn't the she could handle sharing her berth with someone who was that particular level of messy.  Not that she was tidy herself, but feeling clean in the sonic shower wouldn't have meant a thing if she'd returned to her room with that smell in it.<br/><br/>When she wasn't occupied with the upkeep and maintenance the<em>Dance</em>required, she was busy going through her limited wardrobe, looking for... appropriate attire.  Blending in at a sex club?  It sounded like<em>fun.</em><br/><br/>... Until it occurred to her that the simplest, most straightforward solution to this little conundrum might be a honey-trap... for a hutt.<em>Sithspit.</em><br/><br/>Well.  She had outfits for hunting all<em>kinds</em>of game. Best to be prepared...<br/><hr/>She was sitting at the holotable, one foot idly tapping, when Vo-Cador started the conversation and Rabme snorted indelicately. "You Jedi.  Always afraid to talk about the ronto in the room." Her words could have been harsh, but her tone was amused, joking, friendly.  She thought it was funny- but she was nervous underneath that. "We don't actually need to know what the deal is to disrupt it.  We need to either prevent Udi from speaking or prevent Chilu from hearing her- keeping either one of them... occupied is all that would be required."  She took a deep breath- clearly, she'd been thinking about this over the past few days.  "Assassinating either one of them would do the job of course, but that's risky.  Giving either one of them something else to worry about- say, shipjacking Udi's vessel, whatever it is, or distracting her with a party that ends with her getting publicly shamed.  Distracting Chilu by staging a breakin on the Casino, even a fake one, would probably give him something else to worry about.  Or, alternatively, honeytrap directly or honeytrap by proxy."<br/><br/>She thought back about the picture of the Neimoidean.  "She seems like she likes my kind of party- booze, dancing, maybe some 'stim.  I could try to show her a good time, get her distracted from her meet.  Alternatively, I could... try to dance for the hutt."  She made a sour face- but it didn't really conceal the heat in her cheeks. "I don't honestly know how I feel about that.  But I could."  She idly plucked at the... deep neck of her shirt.  She didn't seem self-conscious, but she did seem distracted in thought.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I would be open to a "meeting at the docking bay" scene, for us meeting for the first time, but that could be a side thread, or low priority.</div></div>