For a Bunch of Credits/narrative

Chapter 1
Csilla… She hadn’t been her for a long time. How long exactly? Somewhere around twenty years, since master Iowath had taken her.

Ahasi was standing in the middle of the glaciers, covered in warm, white overalls blending with the snowy background, so characteristic for the Chiss scouts. For a brief moment, she took off her mask to take a breath of fresh air… and a few seconds later, she put it back on, close to cough. The Csillan air was very fresh, but it was also so cold and dry that she felt like her lungs were being stung by hundreds of tiny ice needles.

Taking the last look at the snowy landscape of Csilla, the Chiss entered her T-Wing. She lifted it above the ground and after a brief moment of flight, she reached the nearest city, which was Csaplar - the capital of the planet and the whole Chiss Ascendancy… and her former home.

The capital, along with many other settlements on this cold world, could be described with the following words: huge chambers, smaller chambers inside of the bigger ones, and miles of corridors connecting everything to each other. The Chiss had build their cities like this - deep, deep under the glaciers - to be as close to the planetary core as possible, which resulted in some warmth. Even these people, so used to low temperatures, could not resist the eternal winter which has reigned over the surface of Csilla for over five millennia.

The landing pads looked quite interesting: they were lots of smaller and bigger chambers, resembling huge honeycombs in their structure, which were separated from the surface with a powerful force field. Due to its relatively high temperature, it used to protect the landing pads from snow and ice. However, it had one disadvantage: it used to often make the floor about twenty meters below very wet and slippery. But at least, the Chiss could not complain about water shortage.

Landing a free landing pad, Ahasi left the cockpit of her fighter, took off both her hood and mask, and looked around. The droids were either cleaning up the floor, performing maintenance, unloading the nearby shuttle, or simply snooping around with their sensors. She also saw one of her fellow Chiss, walking towards her; judging by his uniform, he was a local technician.

The blue-skinned man in his thirties, holding a staff datapad, looked at the newly arrived Chiss female. He was wearing grey overalls, and had an AJ^6 implant grafted into his head: more productivity, less personality.

“(What are you doing here? This landing pad has already been reserved,)” he said in the official Chiss language.

“(I am sure they will not have any problems with that.)”

“(Yes, they will.)”

Before the technician said anything else, the girl made a step closer towards him and gently waved his hand in front of his face, speaking:

“(No, they will not.)”

“(No, they will not…)”

“(I can share the landing pad with them.)”

“(You can share the landing pad with them…)”

Ahasi, delighted with the succeeded ‘agreement’, went inside one of many elevators leading to the city. It started going down.

“It has not changed a lot here,” she suddenly heard a familiar voice. She looked around. She was alone. “I am curious why have you come here.”

“It’s my home,” the Chiss briefly replied.  “That is not all, I can feel it.”

She went into the building of the House Palace. She had gotten a message what this was the place where she would find her contractor. She was expecting them to be some high ranked Chiss. Inside, she noticed several more people; she was about eighty percent sure they were bounty hunters as well. They were: an one-eyed Duros pirate, a Weequay with a bionic right arm, and an IG-series assassin droid. They all went inside of one room, pointed by a local employee. They found an empty office desk. Where was their contractor? Were they hiding from their sight?

Suddenly, Ahasi felt something. It was a familiar feeling. It was a quite... pleasant warmth. In her mind, a new question had been born: what was the source of that warmth?

On the armchair behind the desk, due to the holoprojector, showed up a hologram of a Chiss female. Long hair was falling freely on her shoulders, from which was falling a long mantle, covering her body here and there. Judging by her outfit, only consisting of a loincloth and a tight vest, she liked showing her beauty. And she had lots of this beauty.

The noble Chiss looked at all the bounty hunters separately. Each of them looked promising. For a little longer moment, she stared at the only female in the room. Noticing a lightsaber next to her left hand, she sent the bounty hunters a mysterious smile.

“I suppose you are wondering why I have called you here,” she said, pressing a button on her side of the call. The projector showed another hologram: a camera recording from a server room. “This had been recorded four year ago.”

The bounty hunters suddenly noticed that, completely out of nowhere, a hooded humanoid female had appeared. Whoever she was, she was surely in possession of a stealth device. The female walked close to the terminal, downloaded something from it to her datapad, and then, quickly disappeared from the sight of the camera. Fortunately, it managed to record her face. The recording ended.

“So our job is to find a thief?” concluded the Duros. To Ahasi, he did not look like someone who would like to sneak after his prey.

“We have recorded her face,” said, as the girl presumed, the Sabosen. “The last time, she had been seen on Nar Shaddaa.”

“::Wanted dead or alive?::” asked the assassin droid. He, on the other hand, knew what to do. He was obviously built to assassinate. He could be a big competition…

''“I care only about one thing: the datapad. Find it and bring it back, and about the thief: do whatever you want with her.”''

“How much are you actually paying, pretty?” spoke the Weequay.

“Six thousand credits for the one who retrieves the datapad,” said the Chiss and disconnected.

Ahasi jumped inside her fighter and turned on the engines. She flew off the landing pad and left into the upper layer of the Csillan atmosphere. Reaching the orbit, she typed the coordinates of Nar Shaddaa into the navicomputer. She jumped into the hyperspace.

“Some time ago, I had been wondering what she has been doing… if she survived,” she heard.

“Who are you talking about?” she asked her friend.

“About your contractor: Vinri’sanri’sabosen.”

“You knew each other?”

''“She used to be one of many Knights of the New Jedi Order. She survived because back then, she was not a Jedi anymore.”''

“She left?”

''“She was cast out. Politics is a dirty game, and Jedi should not participate in it. However, Isanri seemed to like it...”''