The huntress watched Syndell from a distance, one hand on her specialized rifle, the other on her blaster. She may not have known much about Jedi, but Fiona was fairly sure that this was NOT normal behavior. Her predator instincts told her to go in for the kill while her prey was so obviously distracted with something else, but she remembered her employer's orders. Keeping her eyes on the she-demon, Fiona pulled out her commlink and contacted Malice.

Malice was back at TNSO in his room relaxing in a meditative state when his comm link went off. Growling he picked it up and in an angry tone answered.


*Who is it, this had better be good*


Realizing who it was from his voice calmed down a bit.


*Ahh Fiona good to hear from you. So have you found out something important*


Malice waited with eager ears.

The huntress was not surprised by Malice's angry tone when he first responded. Sith were not known for being happy creatures. As for if her information were interesting or not...well, she'd let her employer decide for himself. Fiona spoke in low tones, although she highty doubted that Syndell would be able to hear even a thermal detonator go off with all the noise the demon was making.

"The subject appears to have joined the Jedi, but I don't think she's entirely converted to their cause. She's managed to transform into the demonic state that you briefed me about. As she's a bit preoccupied at the moment, I have a clear shot at her. Do you want me to terminate?"

Malice listened. Indeed this was good news. Hearing that his sister had joined the jedi did make him displeased. But then again, he could alos hear the noise she was making in the backround. The anger he felt in her voice sent chills down his spine. Getting back to reality he spoke to Fiona, in a more less angry voice.


*No, donot take the shot. Infact,do not do anything more, i will have my intelligence team wire 1000 credits to your account. Which means, this little mission of yours huntress is now over. I shall deal with Syndell in my own matter*


Malice ended the link and got up from his sitting position. He had been homing in on Fiona's position, after all the commlink he had given her was also a tracking device. So now he knew where Syndell was, the next stepwas what would he do with her.


OOC: Syndell will reply tomorrow. Too late now.

OOC: Alrighty.

IC:

Fiona looked in disgust at the commlink as she shut it off. The huntress had been expecting a kill, and credits immidiately on completion of the job. She didn't trust the Sith to keep his word reguarding her payment, but she also knew that there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. Best to cut her losses and leave, then wait to see if perhaps Malice would be true to his word.

Keeping her weapons trained on Syndell, in the event that trouble transpired, Fiona began backing slowly away, having noticed a small door close to her hiding place that led to a nearby drinking establishment.