Leialla Clia Madornja

Leialla misunderstood what her business deal was for. Even a skilled diplomat gets duped sometimes Leialla, it’s okay. The Shi’do stood on the precipice of a large mountain in the middle of a huge tundra. The details of her deal included a wealth of possibilities that were indescribable. She had no inkling that the ‘wealth of possibilities’ could be lethal or dangerous possibilities. But, she should have expected foul play when that smooth talker used the failings of her past against her. It was as if he knew everything about her; everything about her business decisions and her choices. He was either a very thorough stalker or the best businessman in the entire galaxy. And although it was a bit creepier to believe in, she was starting to believe the former was true, rather than the latter. But, you didn’t get to live one hundred years by slouching on the job. Leialla smelled the air, attempting to pick something out in the frigid environment, but everything was masked. Scents mashed together and she couldn’t pick anything out. Resigning instead to trudging through the snow, Leialla started to grow hair from her limbs. The Shi’ido picked up snow from the ground to gain more mass and slowly but surely started to shift herself into the form of a medium sized wampa. It was a little impractical, especially if she encountered someone that wanted to kill her. Which, let’s face it, was common in her line of work. Especially when her former clients were the Black Sun and Dordjooba the Hutt. But, the wampa was a well-known tundra based creature, and she could use the thick furry exterior to stay warm in the cold. ((1))

Updated to provide more detail on the experimentation that was initially negotiated with by Jidai Geki.

Updated info for Experimental modifications that were agreed upon by the mods to be implemented after the Black Sun duel to make sense of my play style.

The large wookie rustled slightly under the speculative touch of a rifle butt lodged beneath her right shoulder blade. "Wha? ... *growl* a few more minutes? *mumble mumble*", ((granted her entire sentence was composed of growls.)) The Wookie seemed to haphazardly roll over in the seat, creating a very uncomfortable posture, but the creature seemed satisfied regardless and only continued adjusting because of the relentless jabbing from the same rifle butt. It wasn't long before the Wookie's eyes lodged open and Leialla mustered the strength to get up. "Yes?" She said with a plaintive yet surly composure... She was greeted with no patience however as it seemed the hunter was concerned with only business. His metallic face loomed over her resting place and with a rather cold rasp he said, "it's time". Leialla looked about for a minute, seeing the others amongst her and trying to get her head back on the same conscious plane and then, with no further complaints or excuses Leialla moved her large male Wookie form to the cockpit for the final wave of their infiltration mission.

Leialla had nothing really left to do, she surmised as she stood around in the Wookie's form, looking at the fairly boring ambiance around her. She had practiced a fair deal in the form and was now able to perform almost anything she would normally on a different plane of balance. They weren't perfect flourishes mind you, but enough that she could pull it off if she really wanted to. So, feeling a great deal of boredom and no desire to get to know the livid sass magnet and the imperial bomb, Leialla slumped back into the ship and fastened up for launch. The mercenary wasn't motivated to do much else after checking her own supplies off in her mind's eye and by coursing a glance towards the back, so she dozed off for a bit and caught some much needed rest... ((I know it is short, but I am getting it in so the plot can move and I have nothing much else to say.... Sorry for the delay))

Overall the mission crew seemed a might squeamish. Once Leialla cleared the landing she postulated whether tailing Slicer would've been the best course, but again... She didn't care. So, taking a quick look both ways and only creating an initial stepping noise, Leialla shifted from the Wookie into a small bird like creature and began to tail Slicer and the imperial agent in a varying transition of small avian forms. Traveling from the dark pockets along their path so as not to draw too much suspicion and flying over periodically, but in practiced intervals to stray from abnormality. Leialla figured out later that there weren't many birds in Rodis city so it may not have been the brightest choice at the time. As a bird she was limited to only a local visual; she could only peer through the window and as such her recognition of any procedural techniques were constricted. This didn't seem too much of a setback though because Leialla could tell that they were putting something in the imperial agent and judging how Leialla had an explosive in her head, Slicer's droids were proverbial walking bombs and the Slicer they coerced with was a droid, there was a high likelihood that now the Imperial agent was a tool for destruction. Does no one expect to walk away from this mission? thought Leialla to herself as she flew back to Slicer's ship in wait. For an hour or two while the medical process was still progressing, Leialla changed into the Wookie once more and was now walking around and managing practical stunts in the form without fumbling horrendously. She could manage most melee weapons and even picked up a rather long pipe to practice with. Bow staves weren't really her forte, but she knew a few minor tricks and after a few minutes of trial and error could pull them off with little difficulty. However it was of interest to her to procure a more Wookie-like weapon; where she'd get a bowcaster here was unknown to her, but she definitely possessed an interest to duplicate the Wookie species' behavior in both technology and general mannerisms. It was about the time she started reach this conclusion though that Slicer reappeared with a rather put off looking older humanoid; not as old as her, but it would take quite some time for either of them to reach her age and even then she wouldn't count on them living through the experience. Any of the organics anyway... As soon as the man moved from his speech though Leialla got the feeling his words alone could prove colder than Hoth itself. Feeling a little immature though Leialla shifted into the SIth and made mouth movements in mock as the distance between the group got large enough to be safe. Then she transformed as quickly as she could back into a Wookie so as to continue getting used to her prospective form. She didn't have much time to do it and any time spent in any other form was as of now a waste.

Since it was over her DNA structure now, Leialla responded in the traditional Wookie speak accustomed to the bestial race. The series of guttural roars were harsh sounding, but as of now came natural to the Shi'ido as she continued talking. "Well, if you are asking politely," Leialla said with a slight spark to her new hair roaring accent. "I can understated everything you are saying mainly because I myself studied in multiple languages. I am fluent in over 30 languages although I have never really been able to speak all of these dialects as well before," she added with a positive inclination. "As to who I am and what I can do... Well, my name is Leialla Clia Madornja, I am an adept diplomat with keen political skill in both kind and unkind discourse. I am trained as I said before in writing and reading more than 30 languages across the galaxy, I am proficient with most blaster weapons and..." Leialla was about to continue when she attempted to probe the mind of the bounty hunter that had questioned her. Her mind percolated with concentration as her eyes wandered about the ship so as not to beg the question, but what the Shi'ido found was not even a resistance pushed against her... So does the brilliant Slicer have no brain? She thought to herself idly... NO, he must be a droid!! or... a living breathing inanimate object. Hmmm... I'm going with droid... ".... Oh sorry, anyway... I am master at both of my racial talents. I can shift, race, gender, body size/shape; I can change my clothing at will and carry stuff inside of me as I shift as you saw before. Also I carry a bit of non-force based telepathy in my genetic coding as well. Our race primarily uses it to convince other races that we are them; to convince them that we are acting and smelling just as they are. It was vital for gathering information on other planets." Leialla finished with a deep sigh that ended in a rather large growl. "In actuality though I would never really have disclosed that information if I didn't think I wouldn't be coming back from this mission." Leialla grumbled a little bit as she got up, her balance a little shifted, but walked about just fine. "Either way I know I am going to die, but I'm glad I'm at least doing something before I die and not sitting in a chair waiting for it to happen."

"Spicy are we?" Leialla said during his oration with a coy wink, but as to his final statement it ruffled her slightly. "I do have a name y'know... And what pray-tell do you think my ability entails hunter?" finished Leialla with a rather snide irritation. "It should be only a second if you are so impatient; the hard part will be copying his mannerisms." Within a glance Leialla captured the entire figure of her target and began to change rapidly. Her muscles pulsed, her body grew and her sex invariably changed within a hefty process that took exactly a minute. Leialla sat in her same position but now she was a good deal taller, a lot more harrier and felt like breaking something in half. "Who knew this hairy things could feel so awkward in their own hair," checked Leialla as she scratched at herself trying to relieve an odd itch. "Is this what you wanted Hunter? Or should I grab a lightsabre to have more proof for our needs?" labored Leialla through a now low and gravely growling roar. "I suppose I'll have to get used to this... *sigh* Well, I'll read up on him and see if I can't have my relative habits and mannerisms learned by the time we reach our destination. Leialla looked out towards the stars, their hyperspace distortion hearkening back to years and years of space travel back in her heyday. It's not like she really needed to stay here... She could all up and decide to leave, blow up this whole project and inevitably end right back up on Coruscant where she had her DNA cloned prior to her imperial incursion, but either way... IF she died or not, she'd be back and there would be nothing to confuse that fact. However, even if her traveling companions were insufferably dull, she figured if she survived she might get some cool contacts to use later...

The dealer seemed oddly open with his plan, but even if the details of the plot dripped from his mouth with no regard to who was listening, the supplies for the mission seemed more than adequate. Leialla scanned the synopsis of the attack again and again and saw no excuse for her to try it at least. It had been a while since she performed an assignment and an assignment of this magnitude may be exactly what she needed. If she succeeded, Leialla was that much richer; if she failed, she'd probably die... She had no real friends and no real family so what did she care if she risked it all on one job? Leialla's chestnut hair shifted slightly as it shrunk slowly into her head until it had almost completely disappeared, her skin slowly changed colors to a fairly resolute blue that sparkled in the dim light of the cantina, her eyes melted away leaving two piercing red orbs and her figure filled out a little more as she grew a few inches. "I think I could handle this", she said as she looked at the man one more time. "I can't promise that I won't get caught, but I can at least say they'll have a hell of a time trying to catch me with the documents or not." Taking no time to deliberate further, the Shi'ido shook the man's hand, gathered the supplies and started walking in the direction of the exit. Her first stop seemed inevitable, but within the irrefutably cloudy atmosphere of Nar Shadaa, Leialla couldn't really think straight much less formulate a plan. Leialla decided it would be best to head off planet to scheme and it seemed fruitful for her to head to Coruscant because it effectively killed two birds with one stone. Heading to Coruscant made it so she wouldn't have to travel half the galaxy twice to get one job done.

The voice seemed to drift from nowhere, but as Leialla turned slightly, she caught the man in her peripherals as he made his way toward her. He seemed as well robed as a scholar or jedi and by the looks of things he didn't really seem like the type of guy who'd want to get his hands dirty. "Well one, I am not a bounty Hunter" Leialla said without pause after the man had thoroughly introduced himself and the beginning of his plans. "I prefer diplomatic or manipulation scenarios not hunting down life forms for flat cash. I don't hunt". Leialla's demeanor still remained fairly calm as she said all this, but something about her tone of voice had a little bit of a sour attitude lingering in it. The word "hunter" chilled her to the bone and it irritated her that she would be known as such. It was her past that seemed to haunt her whenever it was brought up, but she didn't expect this man to know anything about it. With a small unnoticed fidget, Leialla's hand reached for the right side of her head and pushed her human hair out of her eyes; it was something she often did when she was uncomfortable and something about this man just seemed awkward. She watched as the man sat opposite her and explain even more about the situation; how apparently Leialla was supposed to have a partner on this mission, but that she or he couldn't make it. It was a shame really, but in the end more money for her. Leialla's hands remained at her sides and her body seemed slightly on edge as she sat listening even further to the price of the job. Once the man finished his oration though, Leialla decided it was her turn to speak. She cleared her throat and began in a cool calm voice instead of her previous slashing diction. "Well, I didn't even know that I would have a partner on this so I suppose that is depressing that I won't, but I will try my best to get things done regardless. However, as to my own hacking, it leaves much to be desired. I would need the services of a droid or professional slicer."

She never thought she'd ever have to come here, but here she was, back enjoying the muck filled air of Nar Shadaa as it tugged at her human hair. She didn't like going out in public in any other form than human because she just appreciated the feel of the form. She wasn't exactly a fan of her original form due to its lack of persuasive capabilities, but it had its uses. She wasn't here to muse about pleasantries however. Her previous employer forced himself into indefinite exile and she'd been contacted to help with something big. It seemed important and the pay well worth it, so while she may have her doubts about this place, Leialla felt it was in her best interest to proceed. The smoke filled air clinged to her face though as she moved through the condensed crowds trying to prevent her consistent avoidance of it. She did her best to ignore the crude pollution and kept her eyes open for the Smuggler's Rest. The Cantina itself was easy enough to spot after about 5 minutes of searching due to the neons that hung above it, but the door was much less easy to find as two or three rather large figures blocked what appeared to be a crud opening in the wall. The Bouncer's appearances were crude and ugly, but Leialla knew a great deal of ways through this; her first choice though was the most simple. Slowly the Shi'ido made her way to an alleyway near the establishment and within a few crackling and shifting noises a small rodent like creature ran out from the darkness and made its way through the hazard filled herd of people going into the Cantina. Once in, the mouse seemed directed toward the women's restroom, but inside her cover seemed somewhat blown as women screamed and ran out. Quickly realizing that this condition wasn't permanent the rodent Took the opportunity of solace and performed the same move as earlier turning straight back into the human version of Leialla, her full figure being transformed behind a stall door. People broke in to see the hubbub but found that the rodent was gone and Leialla took their entrance as her exit into the belly of the Bar itself. She couldn't see the person responsible for her contact nor did she even know what he or she looked like, but Leialla figured the quicker she found a seat the quicker she might find out.

Leialla Clia Madornja's Character Sheet Identity Real Name: Leialla Clia Madornja A.K.A: Leila, Madja Home-world: Lao-Mon (technically Nar Shadaa) Species: Mutated Shi'ido Physical Description Age: 150 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 150lbs Hair: none (normally) (In Human form: Auburn) Eyes: brown-ish (normally) (In Human form: blue) Gender: Female Equipment Clothing or Armor: She tends to wear fairly plain clothes to keep up a fairly low key appearance. (She doesn't like confronting others if she can avoid it, but if they start it, she will do her best to end it). Weapon(s):She typically deals with only blaster pistols. She is a former mercenary so she is fairly proficient in many weapons, but her weapon of choice is the blaster pistol. Common Inventory: She carries her comm with her everywhere as well as a few grenades, a blaster, and her taser suit that she only really occasionally pulls out. (It only covers the top of her hips up to the bottom of her bosoms. It is used to ward off unwanted predators.) Faction Information Non-Force User Alignment: True Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Freelance Current Faction Rank: N/A History: Known Skills: Proficiency: Blaster Pistols and Rifles: from her 'education' on the streets, Leialla tried to make it for a while as a mercenary. Needless to say the process was grueling, especially on Narshadaa, but it was well worth it to have had the training. This is also when she learned how to wield many blaster-like weapons. Experimental Mutation of Skin-shifting: As it comes with her race, Leialla is fairly adept at skin-shifting, but because of a crazy experiment performed by the same deceased scientists that operated on Kaldesh and Vlahjik, she can changer her shape, size, race, gender, skin color and even the clothes she is wearing, however she is limited by size and even though some things are aesthetically authentic, it doesn't mean they really work (changing into a male doesn't give her the ability to reproduce with females, its all aesthetic). Changing beyond her size limit in either direction could push her into a larger or smaller state for a much longer period than she wills, because it is not only hard for her to shift off all of that mass, but it is very hard to obtain that mass given the amount she'd have to eat. However she can not be forced immediately out of a changed form by anything, but her own will and death (fatigue and incapacitation will do it eventually, but it takes a little longer). Also, she must consume organic materials to attribute more mass (fat or muscle - she chooses) to her body and shed the excess mass if she wants to shrink in size; her jaw can accommodate for size, just like that of a snake's. As a referendum as well, she doesn't gain any race's special abilities, she only maintains their height/weight and if necessary, their wings and tails. (Wings work for the most part, but as she isn't accustomed to them, she can usually only fly moderate distances before stopping for a breather. However, tails have full functionality; they may not be as strong as other tails, so she won't knock over a large alien with one, but she will still be a little more balanced.) Minor Telepathy: This is another racial skill that hasn't been tampered with and it requires extreme concentration. It can be interrupted easily, but it the ability itself (if it works), can be used to push people to believe what she wants them to believe. It is a function of pushing feelings upon other people. She can effectively hide her foreign scent if she tries hard enough.* (see below) Diplomat: Hiding amongst the shadows of Nar Shadaa for roughly 150 years and feeding off of what she could whilst avoiding trouble, Leialla managed to pick up a fair amount of different things. Foreign languages, traditions and calligraphy all came to her in time. She can now speak in over 30 languages, write in about 15 and copy a few races' mannerisms/behaviors with little difficulty. Background: Abandoned when she was just a small child, Leialla had to learn not only the way of the streets, but how to grow up in the shadows. Over the time she spent alone, she grew to respect the art of money and transaction; soon it would be one of the only things she cared for, at least to some extent. She had no parents as far as she could tell; she had no siblings; so what naturally would she grow fond of in the greed hungry galaxy? Raising herself on the streets came with a hearty learning experience though because her species, which was normally pacifist in nature, let her slip in and out of certain conversations. She learned not only politics, but languages (reading/writing), people skills, blaster skills, ways of manipulation and finally the way of her species (skin shifting). 150 years of this constant contact with the scum of the galaxy meant she knew 30 or so languages and could articulately smash any man women or child in common. If it was politics, economy or anything at this point she was prepared for what the galaxy had to throw at her. Experimentation At around the age of 70 though, she volunteered for a grand experiment that erroneously offered to break the genetic mysteries of the galaxy. She inevitably thought it was propaganda bullshit though and was convinced that it was in her best interest to dismiss it, but she needed the money. So, she packed up and headed to a seedy lab on the back half of Narshadaa. The streets were cold and empty, hardly even a ragged soul in sight, which was often unsettling given the popular color of Nar Shadaa. Still, Leialla's drive pushed her through the abandoned streets and into a building that quite frankly, smelled of shit. It wasn't well maintained and the room she was kept in wasn't held together well. However, in direct contrast to that oddity, she was led into a lab that was stark and smelled of fluoride. The difference was so much that it overwhelmed her senses and she abandoned her bags, leaving them on the side. She tried to interrogate the scientists in their incessant thrall, but their answers were merely pieces of euphemistic drivel. There were a lot of "we are not authorized to disclose this to you"'s and the like. So naturally, Leiallla was already feeling positive about this business. The money was almost not enough to equate the operation, but judging that Leialla couldn't get the truth of the matter from these men and she no longer had a choice, she forgave them their obsequious yet obtuse dalliances. Chilling yet predictably enough, Leialla ended up in a large cylindrical tube of some sort with needles in her arms and legs. The scientists asked how far along she was in her skin shifting development, because there was a screening before the procedure, no matter how odd it might have been, and there she revealed that she was a Shi'ido. She figured it was best not to lie to the men shoving things into her body and/or doing stuff with her molecular chemistry. So, she told them everything while they continued to plug things into her body. She saw them putting something else into a similar capsule, but she didn't bother question it. There was an odd hissing though that kept her unease, she hated snakes. The thing Leialla hated the most though, was the waiting. It was tiresome and annoying. The minor irritants of needles and things she could handle, but her impatience grew until the doors finally closed and the clouds of vapor plumed. Little did she know though, her body's vitals spiked. Pain raced through her body and she convulsed wildly. Monitors were sparking int he distance and the lights around her began to strobe. She could see wisps of the scientists frantically running around outside, but her consciousness seemed to wane despite her own strength. Darkness surrounded her, she couldn't hold on anymore and she drifted infinitely in a void of black nothingness. It was paltry considering the amount of criminal scum she subjected her to on a daily basis, but her thoughts, however few they were, just seemed to fly on the air with a a whimsical flourish. She didn't know what to do or what to think. For fifteen to twenty minutes she sat in black, until her mind cleared and the sound of the door sliding filled her empty perception. She paused, testing the air, opening and shutting her mouth with small movements. It didn't take long to tell that whatever sterilization methods they used had leaked, draining fluids all across the lab, either that or the ever present odor of the lab filled her head so much clearer than it had before. She took a moment to remove the syringes from her arm one by one and then quickly removed the restraints, calling out periodically to see if the scientists were there and if they needed assistance. However, none of the scientists were around. It was odd to say the least and something about Leialla's suspicious nature flared, wondering exactly what they were doing to her. She saw the other capsule was empty though, when she clearly remembered something was in it. She could hear it.... Couldn't she? A few moments after that, her curiosity gave way to boredom and eventually led to her finding her things and moving on. She was still in her human form, so whatever happened hadn't seemed fatal, but something about that operation seemed to tingle in the back of her mind for the next few days. One night though, when she was all alone in the dark of Nar Shadaa, Leialla tried to skin shift to avoid detection or predation. It didn't work though, something about her skills was still not developed and she was oddly famished. It was a curious feeling, but she had more things on her mind. In fact, she had four things on her mind quickly coming at her in the dark. One had a knife, a couple others had pistols and Leialla ran, quickly enough to lose three of them, but the one with the knife caught up and tried to cut her clothes off. Leialla reacted quickly and tried to yank the knife away from him. but he kept on coming and her stomach kept on rumbling. It was driving her wild, the adrenaline; the blood pumping rapidly through her veins. Then, like a violent predator with prey in her clutches she struck, biting the man on his neck. It was somewhat fulfilling. Leialla caught the yelp of the man as he lost the will to hold his blade and was trying to pull her off, but something about Leialla's jaw felt twitchy and she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye...

Dordjooba growled lightly under his massive frame and cursed the day he ever made that man an employee. "Don't worry Clash, I will take care of him... Now it is time to move on too bigger and better business." Dordjooba turned to a rodian idly fumbling at monitors and started chuckling slightly. The slug had a few tricks up his sleeve and with his pursuit of greatness, would not be denied... "As we speak my little "present" is moving toward our position so I feel it is time we move our equipment and everything off this rock before we are surely found and the last of the Hutts are destroyed." said Dordjooba with solemnity laden in his speech, but his big basic voice still booming off the walls. He could feel before him the history of the grandeur of Hutts and could not stand as the galaxy fell away from him... "This whole galaxy used to be wrought with Hutt corruption and smugglers galore and it is our job to make sure that returns. I will see you both in the ship when it arrives, meanwhile... I have some equipment and troops to gather. You!" said Dordjooba as his pudgy arm shot out at an idle weequay... "Assemble a squadron of our finest soldiers and gather the armor and repulsor chariot." Then, without another word, Dordjooba slithered quietly toward what looked to be a giant black leviathan. It recalled a ship once owned by Jabba the Hutt, but it was entirely Dordjooba's own...

Leialla shifted steadily within the ship, but something felt a little odd as she rested quietly within the passenger seat of the metal beast. She could feel the heat upon her skin as the thermal radiation of the Tatooinian air poured through to greet her. Just when she was about to retreat from the dry and unwelcome greeting however, she could vividly hear an encrypted message come to the ship. The message was seemingly harmless, but delivered a condition that Leialla was rather sad to obey... The Shi'ido reached for her comm and, although it seeded a rather silly endeavor, called Zed from her position with in the passenger seat. "Looks like he wants you hot shot. Look, here's the deal. I got a comm on the way here that we have a deal for this man. Dordjooba wants to hire him and would like him to get started right away." said Leialla with a rather grumpy, but noncommittal tone to her voice. "Take 500k of the money with you so you can pay him up front and I will send you the details of the hit on the way over. Go meet him in the Cantina and I will wait here... It seems our employment prospect likes to meet alone with his clients."

Leialla chuckled a little bit as Zed 's awkward features lent toward his displeasure at her transformations. Her body had fully formed back to it's previous manifestation when she slowly ambled over to the smuggler's ship as well. Her original form of which she denied most people was something of a trust she had with Dordjooba and his men. She didn't like showing herself to just anyone, but the slug's associates seemed inordinately respectful as long as the job got done... The informant had just about made it to the ship when she replied to Zed, making her own way into the passenger seat of the cockpit. "Well, funny thing... I just received a comm call from a Mr. Dinn. He says he would like to meet us on Tatooine in the Mos Eisley cantina" said Leialla as her form remained rather still within her chair. "Oh, and about the change, if you're working with me it comes with the territory Zed, sorry. Anyway, let's go on ahead, the man sounded as if his patience was growing thin..." ((go ahead and post us getting to Tatooine))

"I was doing well until a rather shady business investment fell through and left me bankrupt. But now I'm here and I don't have to worry about that. And what about you? I heard about the catastrophe with Black Sun. How did that happen?" upon these words the large slug shuddered slightly and looked upon his friend with a rather interesting glare. "Well let's start with the already over bloated organization called the Black Sun and then add boredom. It seemed for no real reason utter then to toy with my weakness Smash decided to tamper with our operations on Tatooine so we had to re adapt and now here we are. I am just about to procure my insurance policy to insure our safety and then we are out to slowly but surely re-establish the Hutt's to their place of power among the crime lords of the current era... " Dordjooba sighed lightly, but with the appearance of his friend Dordjooba brightened up. His team was beginning to re-establish itself and Dordjooba's wishes were soon to come true. With another slight hug toward his large slug cohort, he looked at another cowering weequay as the fledgling employee came to him with more news. "Sir, your body guard has shone up on planet. Our monitors show a shift in body temperature, the desert operative replied that Clash was on his way and we noticed someone on the surveillance that was not Zed or Leialla" the whelp breathed trying to hid himself underneath a small clipboard. Dordjooba's face continued to brighten as he ignored the employee's cowardice and instead ordered him to welcome Clash into the council chambers. Dordjooba hesitated for a moment staring at the alien in front of him, Dordjooba's face steadily growing more agitated as the Weequay stood stood stock still. Shock appeared to be consuming the alien's figure, but after a few moments the weequay finally retreated to his duties and answered the door for the wandering bodyguard.

Leialla grinned as she closed the distance between the two, looking upon bale with a rather alluring wink. "Well sure hun, patience isn't really my boss' greatest virtue either, which is why we've brought manpower..." With a loud snap of her fingers the Shi'ido shifted and grew into a rather large and burly transdoshan. Her muscles bulged and scales crept lividly along her body as her eyes sunk into a deep amber and her skin tinted green. "I'll have it out in a jiffff" she said as she lumbered towards the spice crates and hefted them with no effort at all over to Bale's ship until the entire shipment was safely received. The crates were few in number, but their weight was rather large and their size made up for their lack... "Now" Leialla breathed through her serpentine teeth, as her body slowly melted back into its curvaceous beauty, "what about the money?" Just as her body settled back into its normal form though her comm beeped slightly underneath her black jacket. She held up two fingers for the duration of the call while still showing keen interest in the transaction and her eyes trained on Bale's. When the call ended Leialla apologized momentarily for the disturbance and once again resumed her rather coy smile and still relevant inquiry; the vague light of the planet around them shining upon her long black hair.

The large transdoshan laughed heartily at the puny man's threat. The man before him who seemed hostile until loyalties were proven seemed to ignore the complete random appearance of such a large transdoshan in the middle of nowhere. "I do not fear your primitivve weaponsss ssssmall one, but yesss your query ringsss true. I do work for Dordjooba and have been contacted by the ssssame to meet a csssertain CLashhhh here by the palacsse'ssss previousssss ressssting placssse. He figured it would be the firssst placsse you'd look" The desert wandered looked oddly toward the small man with his large golden reptilian orbs. The creature's hand reached for something in its ragged yet some how still together garments of tan and brown revealing what appeared to be a rather familiar golden card, another card with an unfamiliar face on it and a Datapad with ignition codes and coordinates on it. "Dordjooba'sss sssstaff ssssent me thesssse codessss and thingssss when they told me of your arrival a little while ago and thissss golden card issss ssstill your ssstaff card and link to Dordjooba. Now, thissss card" The transdoshan said as he revealed the rather odd second card, "issss what you will usssse to take the ssssship regisssstered under that name to the indicated location. I wassss insssstructed to filch ssssome pilot'sss ID and give it to you sssso you could rightfully make it out of Tatooine without ssssusssspicssion on yourssss or Dordjooba'ssss partsss. Just make ssssure you wear a cover or ssssomething becausssse although the pilot issss human he doessssn't look much like you. Don't worry about your sssship, it sssshould be ssssafe, but I would put it ssssomewhere you trusssst... Assss for anything elsssse... I wissssh you luck and hope you ssssee Dordjooba ssssoon..." With those last parting words, the overgrown lizard finished, and with but a wisp was carried off into the sand leaving the cards and data pad in Clash's hands.

"Your wish is my command your Huttness.... Dordjooba has been expecting you." said the Quarren as his bow reached its conclusion and his feet reached steady strides toward the council chambers. "You shall find him in here" the guide said as his arm extended gracefully in the indicated direction as the door to the chamber opened, its large metal engravings showing with great pride their allegiance to the Hutt cause. ____---____---____ "Now that that call is over, its time for me to check for employees... I can't really do this conventionally so, checking the BHN would be as good a place as any and as long as I don't make my identity to noticeable I can get away with a scan off the top without letting people know of my presence." said the Hutt as his course and flabby hands found their way to a Datapad. The Hutt fiddled with the contraption with a knowledgeable flourish, showing it the indicated portal by which he desired an audience. Dordjooba had no expectations though, as he gazed upon the small device, that anything would really pop out at him. It had been a long while since he had looked for any new meat and since the BS was always hiring it was becoming increasingly hard to find anything... The Hutt scratched idly at his large domed head when he noticed a rather striking listing. A Notable man placed himself at the top of the list. A rather interesting notable man was looking for work and as such was worth recognition. Instinctively the Hutt's chubby hand and form retreated to where he had left his comm and he sent a strange yet deliberate private comm to the Smuggler positioned on Ryloth. Then he sent a subsequent comm to the man listed to hopefully secure his membership. <> at its conclusion however, the Hutt lord heard some strange creaking noises as the council chamber doors opened and a familiar face strolled straight into sight... "Ahhh Kijdic! How are you old friend" the large slug said as he moved swiftly toward the nostalgic patron, giving the noted being a rather large, but welcoming hug.

Vlahjik Tehiktlass, a rather large sand textured transdoshan emerged slowly from the sand, looking upon the new arrival within the radius of Dordjooba's rather humbled palace. He seemed to fit the mild description, but he had need to be sure, so the lizard inquired as to the beings identity before his presence could run its course... The large lizard's eyes constantly scanned the horizon, reaching with his sight for any lingering troubles and as such remained ever on guard for people claiming to be of stealth amongst the sand. "Are you the one they call.... CLashssssshssss?" it said with a low and raspy almost sandy voice. His syllables matching the texture upon his skin and under his feet.

"Sir" a small Weequay said frightfully, but with no answer... "Your Huttness!" Dordjooba's hand was currently post in a rather long page to his friend Kijdic when a rather annoying weequay named cudgel, a rather befitting name for this individual, made his way into his thoughts. "What is it? I am currently in the middle of an important comm." "Well sir, you told us to tell you if there were any fluctuations with your previous operatives." the Weequay said with small terror lingering in the back of his head. Dordjooba's expression brightened slightly as he put the comm on hold, resting the device aside. "Do tell..." he said, his deep Basic rumbling off of the old council chamber's walls. The Weequay sighed with deep relief, guiding the Hutt to a room where a large amount of computers where held. "Oh, and thanks for those little injections by the way. Those golden cards were a perfect way to mask it too." Dordjooba cackled lightly, "Well they were relatively subtle if I do say so myself. Anyway, what's the news?" said the Hutt as he sparked the last syllable of his speech with anger. The Weequay turned his head rapidly away with an anxious yet shocked look plastered upon his face as if one more word of no relevance would lead to death and lead Dordjooba right to the large row of screens. "Here you see a sharp decline in your Body Guard's heart beat and respiratory systems motioning toward a swift demise, but it picks back up here... and his body temperature has increased in the last hour... Showing his change into a warm and arid climate.." said the operatives at the computers. Dordjooba's face widened into a lavish smile that covered his head. "Tatooine... He has returned. Find a way to contact our desert operative and show our Clash his invitation. Meanwhile, leave me to my call" said Dordjooba with a rather stern tone toward the weequay once more as the indicated target cowered. "yes sir..." cudgel said under his breath.

((Sorry I skipped space Zed, but I am in a slight hurry... and I would've had nothing to say )) Evading the high winds of the Ryloth surface, Leialla and Zed made their descent into a previously indicated underground cavern. Its gaping maw filled of lone darkness, but within its shadow clamored a familiar man as well as his own shipping crew. Leialla carefully watched as the smuggler went through landing preparations and once the Ship landed peaceably upon the cavern's surface she sighed with relief, letting out the breath she had been holding for the duration of the landing sequence. "Alright Zed, here is where we get off..." Leialla said calmly as she crept to the ship's open hatch and out into the looming darkness of the cave around her. "Ah... Agent Bale, we meet again." She said with an open smile that widened with each word. "You have the credits?... We have the spice" indicated Leialla with a flourish of her hands to the prepared cargo of Zed's ship.

Leialla looked at the man as he grumbled and grimaced slightly. "Ok you can smoke, but hold on a sec." Leialla crept further into the ship, its murky interior plaguing her with smells of cleaner and new upholstery and found a seat near the driver. When she had comfortably set herself in the cockpit, she leaned her head to the side of the chair and slowly a gas mask began to morph over her head, so when she pulled back to a normal and upright seated position, her head was covered in a gas mask. Her head swiveled lightly toward Zed and looked at him through the plastic visor, "Ok. Now, as soon as the spice is loaded onto your ship it might be a little harder to fly, but I would like to let you know we are going to Ryloth and we need to be there soon. You ready to fly?" Leialla's voice faded off, the roughed and mechanical sounds of her mask fading within the minimal area they had within the cockpit...

Leialla chuckled a little, but this time audibly as the smuggler walked right into his own ship. She had been standing politely by the smuggler's ship waiting for him to open it. "By the way... Nice clothes" she said with a wink, "They'll really help when someone tries to run an ID on ya. I'd say change your face too, but that would be expecting too much..." her eyes took one last scan over him and she smiled, figuring the disguise would be good enough considering they were still traveling fairly off the grid. Her nose detected something subtly disturbing about the man's aroma though as he approached and felt it was pertinent to let him know of certain comforts of hers while she was riding along. "Ummm..." she said as she waited a little longer for the smuggler to open his ship, keeping her eyes on his this time, "could you not smoke in front of me?" she said, her eyes creasing slightly. "I hate the stuff. You don't have to get rid of it. Just don't do it around me please..."

Dordjooba heard a comm buzz idly from a little bit away and grumbled slightly, wondering who it could be. "Pardon me for a moment you two, I would like you two to leave as soon as possible. I have a call though that I need to take." The behemoth slug slithered over to his comm that had continued is irritating buzzing and listened for the message. A pleasant smile crossed his face, his expression brightening and eyes glistening with fervent excitement... "What luck!" Dordjooba said underneath his breath... He quickly transmitted a message back, hoping to catch kijdic before he lost interest. :: Kijdic! Old friend, I am more then happy to receive your company. We shall revive the prestige of our race together, ignoring those pompous enough to shove us aside. I am currently in the process a rather large business deal that will surely benefit not only the both of us, but all of my retainers as well... :: = = = = = = _ _ _ _ _ - - - _ _ _ _ _ = = = = = = Leialla eyed the droid suspiciously and chuckled under her breath when the man said he was a smuggler. Heh... In his dreams... She looked once more at the droid and when they had both introduced themselves, she felt it was only right for her to introduce herself. "My name is Leialla, A Shi'ido sales consultant/mercenary currently under the employ of Dordjooba the Hutt. Now, I would assume it is of his best interest that we not only get on our way, but you get some new clothes. The latter being of no problem." "If you will excuse me for a moment", Leialla said as she stuck a hand out towards Zed and Uno arbitrarily. Then, without any further words, she stepped behind a few large control panels and changed into the smuggler she had just seen. She copied Zed's image down to every detail, but she changed the clothes to a black duster, steel toed black boots, light grey heavy cargo pants, a dark grey thick shirt and a nice black vest. After taking about 10 minutes to perform these changes, Leialla stripped down to the smuggler's birthday suit, taking care not to stare or obsess over it and changed back to her own form with her own clothes. She gathered the clothes and took them into her right underarm. Then, looking both ways, Leialla quickly and quietly ducked back from around the control panels and handed the clothes pile to Zed... "These will be your new clothes, please change quickly and I will meet you at your ship." she said in a neutral tone, her eyes scurrying about the room and ignoring Zed's eye contact completely. Her thoughts weren't really currently focused on the situation and as such talking to the Shi'ido would've been like talking to a wall... With no real consent or comment, Leialla waltzed straight out the door and headed for a ship that had several Hutt technicians scurrying around it.