PUBLIC The Streets of Taris

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  1. Lyra of Nowhere

    Aug 19, 2021
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    Chapter 1
    The Murky Mynock

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    The steady metallic plink, plink, plink, of water falling from the sky had lulled her into a trance-like state, eyes glazed over as tumultuous thoughts fought for space in the girl's mind. In these quiet moments when Lyra had a moment to herself her mind oft wandered. What might have been? What could be? Usually these thoughts were tempered by a firm boot or a curled fist. Alvor. She could still visualize the almost gleeful smile the overweight Twi'lek wore as his fists and feet fell across her cheek or boot swept into her side. And yet, she stayed. Before Alvor there had been hunger. There had been vulnerability. She could withstand the beatings if it meant a roof over her head and a meal. If it meant safety. They may not have been friends or even family but it was the only family Lyra had ever known.
    Her internal musings came to an abrupt end as she heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the small stairway behind her. Practiced ears picked out the sound of light footfalls. "Cairn." she said quietly, her gaze still focused on the street below. "How you do that?" the young boy shook his head, speaking again before Lyra could offer an answer. "Alvor wants you, important meet." The boy Cairn spoke bruskly, his lack of education evident in his clunky speech. She sighed, quickly tucking her feet beneath herself and standing. If she was slow she'd catch the back of a hand. When Alvor called, you appeared. She grimaced slightly at a tightness in her side, the bruised flesh concealed by her clothing. "Alright Cairn, thanks." Lyra shuffled past the boy and made her way down the stairs towards where she'd find Alvor.
    Cairn was a wonder, younger than Lyra but a similar upbringing she suspected. The two hadn't ever been close exactly, the boy kept to himself mostly but she had begun to think they might be friends of a fashion. They both held lowly positions in the gang, as it was. Of course Lyra had managed to make herself slightly more useful. No doubt why he's calling me now.

    Entering a large room from the side door her eyes swept across it. Tables filled the space, dim lighting and low music creating a more intimate atmosphere. Across the room along the wall stretched a wide bar top, stools nestled up against it - most of them empty but a few here and there filled with faces she recognized. Other members of their crew. Not very full, it can't be a new gig already can it? She squinted in the low light, trying to see who was seated at the bar but that didn't reveal much. None of the usual players in their schemes. A slight panic gripped her lungs as she wondered if Alvor still held anger about their last gig and the minor slip up she'd made - she hoped not.
    Nimbly weaving between the tables she headed for a door in the opposite corner. That's where Alvor would be. Probably drinking, possibly staring into the console at his desk. Electronic communication was risky, trackable, and it had been the end of many a crew boss who didn't somehow conceal their activities. No, Alvor is too smart for that. He'd proven it time and time again, though who exactly he'd hired to slice for him remained a mystery to her. It wasn't a talent she had, her talents were somewhat more subtle and lay within the physical realm. Lyra couldn't explain it exactly, it came naturally to her. Good things seemed to happen around her when she focused, when she set her mind on something. The girl found she could influence people to make choices they might not otherwise make. Nothing controlling, simply a push in the right direction. It allowed her access to places she wasn't supposed to be, created openings where she could create space or distraction for others.

    Lyra paused at the door, readying herself for what might come next. Taking a breath, she pressed the button on the control. The door hissed open and she stepped inside.

    The Murky Mynock. Alvor shook his head. Whatever infernal spirit had convinced the establishment's previous owner to name it such he couldn't fathom. It was a minor irritation compared to the present conundrum he faced. At his root the man was a con, consistently finding ways to talk people out of their money - of course he used false names, disguises. It made running the Murky Mynock much easier as a front. A way to launder his ill gotten gains. Their last gig had ended abruptly, only paying out half of what he'd expected. They'd had to pull out early due to a mistake made by one of his crew. Lyra.
    The girl was useful, quick and nimble, unassuming. Often times people just ignored her, she had a way of hiding in plain sight. Usually. Alvor was still chafed about the loss but already he had his eyes set on a new goal. Something that would do more than make him rich, it would make him a legend. At least, he hoped it would. To get there however, he would have to do a fair amount of planning and set up. Alvor's eyes scanned the screen of the console in front of him, a blue glow emanating from the images and text.

    Bulletin: Taris Association of Art
    Subject: Exhibit Preparation 1AKL

    Mr. Director. We are pleased to inform you that the pieces you have requested will be available and should arrive at your designated drop off point within the next several hours. I have instructed the moving element to contact you directly. I have also made amendments to the proposed security plan which you will find attached to this communique. It is imperative that we address these vulnerabilities prior to the establishment of the exhibit. If you have any concerns or questions, please contact me immediately as I may be unavailable for several days. Thank you and I look forward to visiting the exhibit.

    It was a strange thing, reading secret communications. Like listening in on a conversation you weren't meant to overhear. Alvor silently mouthed a blessing in the direction of the screen. Thank the stars I found that slicer when I did. It was... fortuitous.

    A sudden chirp at the door drew his attention away from the screen, a few keystrokes and the screen in front of him blacked out. Ah. Lyra. The girl stepped into the office, door fully sealing before Alvor spoke. "Decided to stick around, huh?" he smiled. The girl stayed silent, her head bowed. "I've got another task for you." He paused. Alvor noticed that she remained silent still. "There's money in it for you, an extra share but we've got to move fast." At that, her ears perked up and her eyes darted towards Alvor. Good. I've got you interested. "Don't you have any nicer clothes than that?" he scowled, noting her dull attire. "I... might have something." she squeaked out, eyes darting to the floor again. "Good. You're to accompany me first thing in the morning, we're going to an art gallery.

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  2. Lyra of Nowhere

    Aug 19, 2021
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    Approximately 12 hours later...

    The sensation of clean fabric against her skin was a foreign one. Such things were luxuries that couldn't be afforded. Oh sure, she'd wash her clothes but no matter how tough she scrubbed the filth of the streets managed to linger. Today she wore instead a deep blue tunic, her ragged-around-the-bottom pants replaced by slim fitting brown trousers. Her hair was just above shoulder length, probably shorter than Alvor would have liked but having long hair in the street meant it went unkempt. It was a liability. Even so, she had cleaned up nicely and with only a slight scowl, Alvor had begun treading towards the art gallery.
    Picking up her own step Lyra followed closely at his heels. She had to struggle to keep up with the Twi'lek's long strides. Alvor wasn't an impressive specimen by any measure, paunch and of average stature. His role as a crew leader had certainly assisted him in his round appearance. Even so, Lyra's shorter legs meant she had to take almost two steps to his every one.

    Alvor had laid out the plan the night prior, they were to use this opportunity to scout the gallery for what she could only assume was a follow up attempt to boost several of the more valuable pieces. The exhibit would run for a few weeks so that gave them plenty of time to concoct a more specific plan once they determined what kind of security measures there were in place. Observation wasn't their only aim though. Lyra had a separate expectation. She was to acquire one of the code cylinders used by the security officers at the venue. From there, she'd been instructed to deliver it to an office on an upper floor where another unnamed accomplice would decrypt and clone it. Then, an hour later, she was to replace it from where she got it.
    Lyra was a practiced pick-pocket but this was far riskier than snagging a loose satchel or a datapad. For all her skill she still wished that they could have done this during the gallery's off hours. The prospect of stealing a code cylinder in broad daylight and with so many people around made her nervous. You can do this Lyra. You need to do this.

    Taris was an old word. If legend were to be believed it had been just as impressive as Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa, and other great ecumenopolies across the galactic plane. Had been. The planet suffered the same pitfalls as most other planet sized cities. Upper levels filled with the more affluent, lower levels plagued with roving street gangs and an abounding criminal underworld. Taris more-so due to its relatively unimportant location in the galaxy. The streets on the same level as the gallery were cleaner, droids periodically emptying disposal baskets and sweeping the streets. Where below there would be refuse and grime, here there was cleanliness. One subtle reminder that Lyra didn't belong here.

    "Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open girl. When I give you the signal, you'll go to work." Alvor whispered as they cut across a wide street towards a rather large building. The Art Gallery. Lyra had never seen a building like it in her life. A pair of ornamental statues stood outside, swirling arcs and rings welded together to form pillars on either side of a set of doors. It seemed out of place given its surroundings. Food vendors stood on several nearby corners, shoppes and workshops lined the streets except for the gallery. It stood taller than those next to it, three levels tall on the street front where most were at most two. Eyes rising up, she followed the face of the building up to the top - where it came into contact with yet another level of structures above. The metropolis was vast, like blocks piled up on each other in all manner of ways. Streets would come abruptly to an end or dip up or down to another level at seemingly random intervals. It was almost overwhelming. She nodded silently in response to Alvor's instruction and picked up her step again towards the entrance.