Mira Jesra

Mira didn't pick up any other work, though didn't wish to remain on this dry dusty planet any longer. She headed back to her ship, boarding it and running her security checks. The Jade's Run lifted off and headed off into the vast confines of space

Mira's arm was aching, she needed to get it seen to but didn't want to be obvious about it. She'd done her patch up job from the blaster wound, though needed to get it seen to. If it was one thing she wasn't, it was a medic. She new the basics of field dressings, everyone in her business did. She wandered through one of the market places, slowly, taking in the sights of the markets as she meandered along. Coming across one of the public medical centres, she slipped inside, leaving the hood of her cloak over her head until she actually was in with the doctor. He patched her arm, no questions asked, providing her with some stronger pain meds. She thanked him, raised her hood again and left, feeling a lot better than she had been. She'd get hold of a second hand medical droid for in her ship and then she wouldn't have to worry about it. Back out in the marketplace, Mira stopped by a jewellery stall. It had all sorts of interesting stones. She chose one that was a deep amethyst in colour, almost a crimson tint in its shade. It would make a nice pendant. She continued on around the stalls, also looking for any smuggling work she could pick up. She slipped the stone into a pocket within the inner folds of her clothing and moved on again.

The Jade's Run came out of hyperspace above the desert planet setting in the co-ordinates for one of the desert farms. Mira headed in to land, making sure that she wasn't followed, or that anyone else was in her vicinity. There was a convenient cave system not far from the farm in which she headed now, taking her ship in under stealth on the radars, coming in low and fast. Her freighter slowed, heading into the mouth of the cave and travelling down the passageway to the underground cavern where she turned about and set her ship down. Once the dust had cleared, she told Matey to remain prepared for a fast getaway if it was required. Mira strapped on her blasters, slipping in a dagger to her boot and a blade to the sheathe on her back. She moved through to her hold and slipped down into the smuggling compartment below the deck. Down here she had another secret compartment, one for specialised small items. She also had her legitimate cargo in the more”¦ obvious location. Retrieving the smuggled item, she slipped it into her pocket and climbed back out, closing all her compartments so that they were sealed and not obvious as what they actually were. She headed out of the ship, staying in contact with Matey and having things set up so that the droid would lower the ramp in an instant if it was required for her to make a quick get away. Her comm. link was open so the droid would record her conversation for her own protection. This was one of the more”¦ difficult clients that they had to deal with in the past. She approached the Twi'lek and Rodian cautiously as always, every part of her alert to danger. Something was tickling the back of her mind, some inner caution that she'd always had and always used. Mira stood her ground, keeping herself looking casual as she acted out the part of the confident smuggler. ”œPayment first then the stuff gets handed over. Same deal as you've had with the old man.”

The Jade's Run headed back to Ord Mantell, making quite a few stops on the way back, doing more smuggling run's and 'legal' jobs. Mira was making quite a tidy profit now. Once home, her father approached her, giving her another job to Tattoine. It was another special delivery. Giving him a nod, she headed back to her ship, making sure it was refuelled and ready to go. She then headed to Tattoine to complete her next job.

Receiving the reply, Mira sent off another, also changing course to the planet Byss... she'd request her reservation be from two days hense, as that would be how long it would take her to get there...

The Jade's Run surfed through hyperspace, it's pilot trying to decide where to head to next. Turning on the holonet, she saw the advertisment for the new resort at Byss. It sounded interesting and even though she had just been at a festival, she decided to contact them with the thoughts of 'you never can tell if they want something smuggled somewhere...' She sent a message through to the Resort and waited for a reply before she'd decide if she headed there or somewhere else...

((3 day - Legal double post)) Mira had thoroughly enjoyed the week long festival, the lights, the parties, the performances. She had stayed on board her ship only long enough to catch naps in between the festivities. Now she headed back to her ship wanting to sleep after having exhausted herself with her enjoyment. She wasn't a big drinker, so hadn't had much to drink, prefering to laugh at the drunks rather than to partake herself. She'd need to rest soon, though her body was still buzzing from the last show she had seen. She'd waved goodbye to her new friend and boarded her ship, locking it up behind her. She headed to the cockpit, her droid, 'Matey' following behind her. "Might head off now, I'll sleep on the journey." They went through all the preflight checks, including checking for tracking devices and what not. Eventually lifting off and pointing the ship skyward. As soon as they cleared the planet's gravity well the Jade's Run disappeared into hyperspace...

Mira had called into Talasea, Denon and the Silver Station on her way to Naboo. At each location she had picked up parcels to be delivered to the next stop, finding that doing 'proper' jobs was just as worth while as smuggling. She had stayed at each location a few days before going on and now came out over the scenic planet of Naboo. She sent for - and received - permission to land, taking the Jade's Run down to a landing pad on the outskirts of Theed. She took her ship down to land, getting 'Matey' to unload the last load she had been requested to deliver while she spoke with the contact she was told to meet. "Well it's all there, six cartons from Silver Station, all in order." The contact checked each box off, giving her a friendly grin. "So it is, you hanging round long?" Mira looked at the other girl who was about her same age. "A few days I guess. Till the wander bug gets me again." She gazed out towards where several marquee were being set up. Her hand raised up, pointing in the direction. "What's that in aid of?" The other girl's face took on an excited expression, "That's for the Annual 'Festival of Lights'. It's going to be great. Going to stick around?" Mira nodded her head, it had been ages since she'd done something fun. The two girls finished the transactions with the cargo, agreeing to meet up by one of the large tents at a certain time. Mira then headed back into her ship to decide what she was going to wear for the Festival. As it went for a week, she might even stay a bit longer...

The flight back to Ord Mantell was uneventful, Mira letting the droid "Matey" pilot the freighter while she exercised. The girl kept herself trim and fit, running through a set of strenuous exercises, push ups, sit ups, heaves, lunges. A punching bag was set up in one of the holds where she now continued her work out. She had been taught by her parents in unarmed combat as well as trained in a variety of weaponry. She had a simulator in the hold too, one that she used to exercise her mind with strategy as well as her body physically. Mira was dripping with perspiration when she finished, heading through to her refresher to clean up and get changed into fresh clothing before she arrived home. She had a few hours yet till they got to their destination so she had a camp, resting during that time. She was awake again and back in the cockpit just before they came out of hyperspace on their last run. There was a Casino in Orbit now, which hadn't been there when she'd left on her last run. Shrugging, Mira took her ship, Jade's Run in to land after having been given clearance. She reported to her parents, getting a pat on the back and a good pay out for the work she had done. Mira got on well with her folks. The old man was proud of her, having already received a glowing report from the other contact on Tatooine. She was granted freedom of any mission she wanted to go on, Mira grinning as she said she'd scope out the galaxy and see what she could come up with. Mostly she'd been to places like Tatooine, Iridonia, even Nal Hutta, though she hadn't been too keen on the smell of that place. It had taken ages for her to get rid of the stench of the Hutt's world. ”œCatch you next time”

Jade's Run had landed in Mos Eisley to deliver the contracted load, part of which was secreted away in the smuggling compartments of the freighter. The pilot was a small framed, young woman who's flame red, auburn hair shone as bright as the Tatooine suns, her hazel green eyes showing the gold flecks, indicating her light hearted nature. Her father had entrusted her to this run, her first solo smuggling escapade. She had been on multiple run's with both of her parents, taking an active role in the last several trips where she had been let run the operations, both covert and open. The girl from Ord Mantell strode down the embarksion ramp, activating the panel as she left the ship which would turn on her security precautions. She'd purchase herself a droid while she was here this time, needing a sidekick. She also wanted to make a few modifications to her ship, which she would be able to afford after this job. Mira approached one of the Jawa that seemed to hang around the space port, speaking basic to it to find out where she could purchase a droid from. She got the information she required and headed off towards the dealer, being that it was on the way to the Hutt that she was to deliver some of her payload to. She entered the droid shop, noticing a protocol droid in the corner. The droid told her that it had mechanical aptitude as well as being able to speak several billion languages. It wasn't the most fancy looking droid she'd seen, but it suited the smuggler's purpose. She purchased the droid, plugging in her datapad after the restraining bolt had been removed and reprogramming it to respond only to her. T3-M8 was given instructions to follow but remain silent. Mira made her way to the Hutt's abode, his lackey's showing her and 'Matey' in (as she decided to call her droid). Business was done smartly, a twi'lek courier was to arrive at her ship at a certain time to pick up the other items after the main had been unloaded. All was to be done so that there was no suspicion. She headed back to the ship, familiarising her droid with the Jade's Run and getting the order ready. The main load was collected, Mira waiting several hours more before the female courier showed up to collect the smaller packages. That done, the twi'lek gone, Mira's ship now clean, she decided to wander around the space port to see what she could find out... if there was any work going around about. She left the droid on her ship, both to run mechanical checks and to make sure the Jade's Run was ready to take off in a moment's notice if required. -- Not finding anything of interest, Mira decided to head back home at least for a while, maybe pick up another job somewhere else. She'd go see what else was on offer on the 'boards' be it legal or illegal... She reboarded the Jade's Run soon having it ready to leave. Preflight done, all the checks done for tracking devices or listening bugs done and she lifted off, heading for home...

Real Name: Mira Jesra Nickname: Myr Age: 18 Species: human Height: 5'5”

Stepping out of the shadows, Andon Colos carries Ara into Tzeentch's temple. He puts her down and turns to her. "I must leave you now. There are people here that can take care of you. Until we meet again Master Ara-Lai Kaipi" He bowed respectfully to her and turned walking back into the shadows and disappearing from view.

The hospital was in organized chaos, people here were racing around trying to get patients seen to that had been in a recent accident. A transport had run into difficulties and crashed into a an apartment block during peek hour traffic. Well at least it had been busier than usual on the Bespin streets. A figure of woman emerged from the shadows, a face that no-one would recognize if they looked twice at her, but they would have thought they had seen her before, somewhere else, but not where. She looked on, staying out of the way, as the various Doctors and nurses went about the work with quiet precision. That some of them had been on double shifts didn't seem to matter, they soldiered on, seeing that the patients were kept as comfortable as possible until each and every one of them had been seen to. No matter how hard the work, there were no complaints, the nurses so intent on the comfort and care of their patients and all with a cheery demeanor. The woman observed various patients as the nurses saw to them, bring smiles and relief to their faces with soothing words and gentle touch. She was learning that there were more ways to show compassion than she had originally thought, this only being another example. Compassion, generosity of time and skill, even love. She glanced out over the streets of the city in the clouds, taking in the beauty and serenity before stepping back, into the shadows, disappearing from view and location”¦

Arriving at Corellia, Mira received clearance and landed at Reagan's estate. She moved Reagan into her bedroom, noticing she was still having troubles with her child, enough to concern her. She had no quarrell with her, she only wanted to get at Faust, he must be out of his mind by now. She grinned at the thought before making Reagan comfortable and heading back to the ship to unload it. Once that was done, she set about setting up a childs nursery. It took her most of the night and by the time the sun began to rise she had completed the nursery and set up another bed in there for Reagan as well. She headed back to the sleeping woman, noticing that she was perspiring and having major troubles. Jerret wanted to come right now and there was nothing going to stop him. Seeing that she was having complications Mira made a decision. She would deliver the child through a c-section. A long and difficult process but by midday the child had been born and Reagan recovering peacefully. Both now doing well. She moved both into the nursery so that mother could be close to her child. Mira hired a nurse to come in and take care of the pair. Taking care of all the details that Reagan would probably have worried about. Nothing was left out. The last thing Mira did before she left was to leave a message for Reagan. -- Congratulations on the birth of your son Jerret. You had complications on the way home and I had to deliver him for you. He's now doing well and so now are you. You had been hilucinating so I'm not sure what you remember and what you don't although you did quite abit of ranting and rambling. I had fun helping you set up the nursery and hope that you and your little one continue to do well. If you ever need anything let me know. Your friend Angel Deathstriker -- She sent out a comm then on a few different relay stations so that it couldn't be traced but on an open channel that Faust would pick up... -- encrypted untraceable comm aimed at Faust -- Good thing I'm not a child murderer isn't it. Your woman and child are unharmed, unlike all the children you killed at Coruscant. Gotcha! -- end comm -- She left the nurse in charge then, leaving the Estate and heading towards the ship yards, she didn't head to the nearest to the estate, but took an air taxi to shipyards in another city so that she wouldn't be traced. Once there she purchased a YT-1300 under an assumed name of a Corellian merchant. She took off then for places unknown.

Mira pilot's Reagan's ship through space back to Corellia. As they travel, she checks on the sleeping woman, noticing her having difficulties. She touched the child's force sense, relaxing him... at this rate she might have to deliver the child early... She headed back to the cockpit to make a few more hyperspace jumps before heading back to Corellia. She also wiped all trace from the ship's computer memory banks etc of them ever having gone to the Hapes Cluster...

After watching Reagan head back to her room and fall asleep once more, Mira left her room, checking them both out of the resort and having the sleeping Reagan transfered back into the bunk of her ship. All of her belongings as well as a few more personal items were delivered back to the ship before Mira fixed what she had done and lifted off...

Through a universal non-descript carrier service, a package arrives for Vladimir Faust. There is no way to trace where the package had come from, only that it had been passed around to make it untrackable. The package contained two photo's of Reagan. The first showed her clutching her abdomen, her pregnancy clearly visible. The second of her shedding a single tear. The typed note that accompanied the photos' stated that Reagan had just been informed of Faust's opinion of children and that she had been shown footage of him destroying the childrens ward as well as the rest of the hospital on Coruscant. His demands and opinion had been widely broadcast so he would know it was his own words that she had heard. There were no identifying marks or fingerprints on the package at all and there is nothing in the background of the photo's that would allow him to even guess where she was being held.

Back in her room, after having the technician's secretly install hidden cameras Mira watched Reagan for a while. It seemed the child was unsettling her... hmmm maybe I can use this footage, fix it to make it look worse than it actually is... ahhh yes... even the tear will come in handy... twist that to make it seem like she's just been told his opinion of children and that he wouldn't want anything to do with her... She rubbed her hands together at the thought of what she could do with it... Taking pity on the woman she held hostage, she had a resort doctor go in to see her, under strict instructions that she was under house arrest and wasn't to be taken out of the rooms. Anything that was required on the other hand could be taken to her. Mira then looked at the video footage once more, deciding to take a couple of still shots to send to Faust. The first one of Reagan clutching her stomach - the angle of the photo allowing him to see that she was indeed pregnant. The second was of the tear running down her face... the accompanying note would say that Reagan had just been told Faust's opinion of children... and how he had blown up the childrens ward of the hospital on Coruscant. She packaged the photo's up, making sure there were no prints or identifying marks to let on where they were. He wouldn't even be able to tell anything from the background of the photos. All he would see would be the basic motel bedroom. She sent the package off via a non-descript carrier and made sure that they sent it in such a manner that it could not be traced.

Sensing that Reagan now slept, Angel left her rooms heading out for a walk. She had changed into her catsuit, the bandage long gone as the wound on her arm was now non existant. She would have a camera set up to give 'proof' that she had Reagan so that Faust would know without a doubt that she had her.

Faust receives an encrypted, untraceable comm that has been bounced around the galaxy. -- I have your woman and your child... Revenge Faust, Revenge. -- what the comm doesn't say is who it's from...

Mira went back to Reagan's ship tinkering with the boards so that she would have to repair vital parts before she could lift off. She wouldn't have long before Reagan started something again. She also sent off an untraceable encrypted comm to Faust, bouncing it off various points around the galaxy so it couldn't be traced. She then wiped off all trace of the message she had sent. She headed back to the resort then, entering one of the many shops. She purchased two outfits, both black. One was a slinky, long sleeved dress with matching gloves that showed her features to their best advantage, the other was like a catsuit, skin tight and fit her like a glove. Both of them had a silver spider web imprinted on it. Paying for them she left, heading into an adjoining room to Reagan's and "listened" in while she treated the blaster wound. Maybe I should just do away with her... that might drive Faust over the edge... I'll say that I have and then if she does try anything I will destroy her... she's just a means to an end... the child could probably survive, if it's put in intensive care for a time... hmmm that might just be an option... take the child and teach them both a lesson. She began to hum again, focusing the vibrations and sound through the wall and into the next room... all the while thinking that she did need to kill again soon... the hunt that Midnight sent her on was the start of something... she needed to kill again... Maybe it should be the one's in the next room...

Mira didn't even flinch at the wound in her arm and it didn't bleed. She glared down Reagan. Focusing on the blaster she used the force to tear it out of her hand and sending it back out the door. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... you really dont know who your dealing with. For your information I wasn't using force persuasion, I only wanted you to hear what I said. Obviously you are to pig headed to listen even that way." Mira used the force to push Reagan backwards into the room, glaring at her all the while although aiming her so that she would have a soft landing as not to harm the child. "You won't leave here until I say so... and I'm not holding emotional baggage, revenge is so much sweeter than that." She turned and stormed out of the suite, slamming the door closed with the force and locking it behind her. She then arranged for guards to be posted and for them to keep her informed on the woman held inside and that she wasn't to be let out under any circumstances. The room was in a high rise over looking a forest, about half way up. No way out other than through the doors. She accepted a bandage from one of the guards and wrapped the blaster wound, that would have to be seen to later.

You want to play that way do you? You obviously arn't listening to what I say aloud and you really don't know who you are dealing with. You will obey me and you will remain here until the baby is born. Mira's cold hard voice invaded Reagan's mind through her ranting. "Now, sit down, shut up and listen! You are right, I don't like Faust and I have good reasons for not liking him as have most people that come into contact with him. How you can still defend him is beyond me but that doesn't matter. You think he loves you... he doesn't love anyone but the kill." Her eyes had become like green ice, the colour clouds become when full of hail. Her gloved hand gripped Reagan's arm and she dragged the woman outside and down to the resort room in which she had booked her into. She would remain under a house arrest of sorts until such time as Mira allowed her to leave.

"If I'd have wished you harm I could have killed you long ago princess, but no, I want to see you and your son safe and well. How many times have I prepared your meals? I could have poisoned you quite easily but did I? No. I didn't. I could have done alot of things to end your life but I've chosen not to. I don't want to see you dead, in fact I want to see that son of yours born safe and well. As for who I am, I'm a deathstriker. We strive to save people, keep them from harm. Now let me do my damn job and see that son of yours born in safety. I didn't have to take this job on but I figured it would be better for me to than Yuusuke, being female and all..." Mira stood there with her hands on her hips, just as angry as Reagan and firing it right back at her.

Wary about what sort of reaction she will receive, Mira cautiously opens the door. "I do want to see your son safe you know, I've seen his death if you must know and I want to prevent that from happening. If you had returned home it would have happened. I saw you killed before he was born. Now I know you don't care about the Force and what it stands for but think of your son. He is force sensitive." She let her voice trail off...