Whose hunting who? (Coruscant)

He had to admit he was actually here for a job application. It was time to turn back to his old job, ask for his old position; which was in the future. But aside from the complications in time and space, Brody was going to miss hanging around freelance. It had been a quite fun ride for him. No, it was the best. But now it was time to get serious, now he had his adventures. He already managed to get an appointment with the director of the intelligence of Coruscant. Like a normal person with a steady life, he even rented himself an apartment in the planet. It wasn't bad for a start. But knowing how his job was going to treat him, he knew he wasn't going to spend much time in this new apartment. It was only a formality.

While he was getting ready for his appointment for the next day, he got a new and clean looking suit. He practised all the possible speeches he was going to make. Brody even found a way to keep his hair back, so it wouldn't keep falling down his eyes. Yes, it was a hair gel. He couldn't say he was excited about this meeting. He was already sure he was going to be hired. After all, his knowledge about the past and the future was beyond valuable. He knew things nobody even thought of. Of course, he would need to climb the ranks to make it to the top. But he was confident in that as well.

Finding a way to spend time was never a difficult thing for Brody. He had a way with keeping himself busy. It was mostly about going out and finding himself entertainment. His sense in that was different from many people, indeed. And Brody found himself the perfect way to spend his time until the next day. There was this interesting rumour about a witch wandering in the slums of Coruscant. Some claimed she had a big nose with a rather nasty mole on the tip. She also had a flying broom. Interesting details, they were. And as much as Brody liked to prove these right, he wasn't entirely sure about that gigantic mole theory. The flying broom was more believable for him, to be honest.

He had to pay a sky car to get him as close as to the ground. But since many people were afraid of getting so close to the core of the city, Brody had to climb down his way after a point. What he wasn't careful about was how he was wearing his new clean and well ironed suit, as he made his way to the most dangerous area of Coruscant. Though, he had to say this was a fascinating experience. While the skies were so glamourous and wealthy, the core was the complete opposite. It was dark and dirty and depressing. Even the people were not talkative here, their faces were smeared with dirt.

"Have you seen a witch here?" He asked a man with a glorious beard. One of his eyes was looking very glassy. Almost transparent. "With a flying broom?" He added, hoping that would help to refresh the man's memory. But Brody kept receiving the same odd glare from the bearded man. "Perhaps with a big nose? And a disgusting ugly mole?" He was trying to shape the nose by his hands to get more creative and helpful. Brody arched his non-existent brows and curled his both index fingers at his forehead level. "How about horns, huh?" The man kept the exact same glare, which made Brody sigh in disappointment. Then he patted the bearded man on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I thought so. Thank you, mate." He turned around and headed through the dark corridor of streets to find more people to question. He was confident about finding this witch tonight.

Brody spoke with a young man in mid twenties as next. To his questions about seeing any magic users around, he got a very colourful story about flying rancors and drinking from a rainbow pool. Instead of putting these to potential things to investigate, Brody decided the young man was actually tripping on some illegal drugs. And that couldn't be any righter.

He pulled out his scanner for a while and searched around to get any lead. After an hour of speaking to more people and getting one of his scanners robbed out of him by a young thief, Brody was finally heading for the right direction. A few mentioned about a woman, who was living away from most people and didn't allow anyone any close. It sounded like the right person. So Brody got some directions and even walked in circles for a bit. But in the end he was approaching to a dark and secluded area in the slums. He could swear he saw a few big rodents running past him. But he simply looked at them with curiousity and continued with his way.

Ahead he could see a small campfire and a woman kneeling before it. Shutting his scanner down, Brody stuffed it inside the inner pocket of his jacket. Then he combed his hair backward with his fingers and straightened his cloths, as if he wanted to look good for this meeting. Then he was approaching closer to the woman figure. Brody could get a good glimpse of her face in the burning fire. While the orange shade was falling over everything around the area in a small radius, Brody could clearly notice the woman didn't have a hook nose or a pointy chin. There was no mutated moles anywhere in her face either. She looked like a normal person with beautiful features. Oh, yes. She was certainly a beautiful one. But of course, Brody wasn't the type to make such comments about such facts.

"Would you mind if I joined?" He asked with a big smile and arched brows.

The lady turned her face at him and that was when their eyes met for the first time. It was hard to see the true colour of her eyes from this distance, but that was another question to be answered later on. Brody gave her a big happy smile, as she gave a positive reaction. While she was clearly challenging him and her eyes pointed out one of the many traps on the ground, Brody didn't seem to lose his good mood.

Stepping over one trap, as if it wasn't anything dangerous to worry about; the man walked to the side and spread his legs to take a longer step. He was carefully making his way through the interesting and old fashioned traps. In all honesty, he was impressed and thought of asking the lady to teach him to make these. But of course, that wasn't the first thing he was going to ask. Brody had a much much better question in mind.

"Cooked rat, huh?" He asked and passed by the last set of traps, finally making his way to the small campfire. "Must be delicious." Standing before the fire across the lady, Brody brought his hands to the source of fire. It was small, but certainly warming enough. Not that he ever tried any meals including rat meat, but he was trying to make a good conversation here. "Do you know what would make a fine dessert after fried rat? This chocolate bar." He pulled out one from his inner pocket and offered to the lady. Her eyes were purple by the way, which he recorded as a mental note.

"I'm Brody Cibre." He introduced himself and then offered his hand for a good handshake. "And you are?"

Brody didn't push forward about the food choice topic. He was very well aware there wasn't much to choose in the slums of Coruscant and it was a challenge to survive. So any way was welcomed. But Brody didn't see this as a desperate situation for the lady. he actually believed she was rather badass to set up a camp like this and had filled around with traps. She was making a home, while it was still chilly none the less.

Once the chocolate bar he was offered was taken and examined closely, there was an amused smile in Brody's face. Everyone liked a good chocolate bar. Though, he didn't guess the lady wasn't familiar with what it was. He supposed she was new here and hadn't mingled up with the city and it's culture yet. But that was fine. Brody was willing to help about it. If she was from Dathomir as he guessed, that explained things all the better. They were a secluded bunch and lived by their own rules, which brought to his mind about how Dathomirian women viewed men. There wasn't any special way to greet her to make her feel home, if that was the case. Of course, Brody could try to fall down to his knees and hug her ankles; but slavery wasn't one of his things.

Thankfully, his offered hand was also taken in a firm hand-shake; which her strength impressed Brody. His eyes were smiling now, as if he was truly enjoying their introductions. Asking for poison was an interesting touch to the greeting, but he supposed it made sense. She could have enemies and it was wise to check any offered food. "We can say it's poison to some..." He chuckled jokingly, thinking the question in different levels. But his sense of humour was working in the wrong time now. He smiled lesser now. "I didn't put any poison in it. In fact, that tastes delicious. Try it." Now he was grinning again, rubbing his cold hands together.

Brody was also impressed by the titles coming after Adalia Edana's name. Both titles made a lot of sense and they were cool. "So what brings you to Coruscant, Adalia?" He asked, already in first name basis. "It's a long way to here from Dathomir."

As Adalia kept examining the chocolate bar closely and showing full interest in the sweet treat, Brody just watched her with an amused expression. They seemed to share an interest for sweets. But Brody also had a thing for sour things. And then chilly things. Alright, he supposed he liked a lot of tastes. "It's nice, isn't it?" He asked with a cheerful smile and a nod.

But then their conversation was taking a new turn, as the lady started to give information about her purpose in Coruscant. So that title wasn't just for to sound fancy. She was actually a huntress, which was very cool. As Brody was getting curious about what she hunted, the answer came soon from her lips and he didn't even need to ask. So it was a person she was after. A traitor she labeled this person as. Of course, that was another subject Brody was curious about. Before he could voice his question, Adalia was asking him about information on other Dathomirian in Coruscant.

Brody tilted his head to the side in a thoughtful manner. There were many people in Coruscant and he was very well aware he could find the trace of all Dathomirian, especially if he managed to get his position back in the Intelligence Division. As much as he liked helping people, he wasn't doing that blindly. He didn't confirm his power aloud either.

"What was this traitor's crime?" He asked with pure curiousity.

Keeping his palms open by the fire side, Brody listened to the lady's accusations of this traitor. First and second one sounded as serious issues. Though, he wasn't sure of the third one. But it had to be some serious topic for Nightsisters. Since they weren't exactly an open community, even the things Brody knew on them was limited. He just knew they were strict on rules without knowing the detail of these rules.

Giving a thoughtful nod at Adalia, Brody kept his eyes on the camp fire for a while. In all honesty, many things were going in his mind. While a good majority would sound as unrelated to the topic and situation, the rest was mostly focused on helping her to find out the whereabouts of this traitor. But that also brought a few good questions into the pot.

"And what will you do, when you find this traitor?" He asked quietly. The title Huntress could give him an idea, but Brody preferred to hear it from the lady's own words. Some titles were misleading from what he experienced and he surely didn't want to misjudge her by the title. And perhaps, what Adalia planned was just talking things over a cup of tea, solving this issue all peacefully. Who could know?