Ep: The joys of job responsibilities

[last_kallig]

Ibani comes into Millways with a headache already building.

She has 'inherited' Zash's other two apprentices, and she now has underlings to manage in a bureaucracy she never received training in it. There are reasons that Sith apprenticeships generally last for years and years, not the less than a calendar year of training that Ibani actually got.


And, of course, she doesn't dare show that she doesn't know what she's doing. Thank the Force for Milliways and it's time stopping capabilities!

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[moonandstar]

A few minutes later, Garyn enters the Bar from the kitchen, clutching a sack full of blue vials and alchemy equipment.

He spots her instantly - it never takes him long to find Ibani.

He trots over to her and smiles.

"Evening, love. I've just finished making you something."

[last_kallig]

Ibani's headache lightens instantly at the sight of Garyn. "Evening," she says, leaning in to kiss him.

"What was it that you made?" She's always curious to see what Garyn has done.

[moonandstar]

He eagerly kisses her back before unfurling the top of the sack.

"The magicka restoration potion I gave you seemed to help," he says, "so I made more of them. I got up to twelve in this batch."

[last_kallig]

"You're so thoughtful!" Ibani exclaims, delighted. "I'm sure these will come in handy."

"How have you been? I'm trying to sort out the bureaucracy I was never properly trained in and the two apprentices I've inherited from Zash, but nothing seems to be trying to kill me at the moment."

[moonandstar]

"I've begun working for House Redoran in Ald'ruhn," Garyn says. "Grunt work so far. I delivered some potions to a small town to the north. That took a couple days. Now I'm resting here before my next job taking care of a guar herder's pest problem."

He sets his pack down on a tabletop.

"I can't say I envy your task either. But I'm sure you're clever enough to manage."

[last_kallig]

"I suppose it make sense for them to start with small jobs with a new hire," Ibani replies.

"I'm glad that you're not doing anything terribly dangerous, for once." She pauses, "Though I may be about to change that." And yes, she feels guilty about that.

"My ghostly ancestor has a possible lead on something that may help with getting rid of Zash."

[moonandstar]

"I'd take trudging through the Ashlands over being dogsbody to the Camonna Tong any day," Garyn says.

His eyebrows raise and his eyes flash something like excitement.

"Whatever it is you need, I'll do it. If I can kill her myself, so much the better."

[last_kallig]

"I'll gladly let you kill her, if we find a way to do it," Ibani promises. She doesn't care HOW, she just wants Zash gone, and it will make Garyn feel better!

"It seems that there was a Sith centuries ago who tried to recreate Tulak Hord's ritual that let him feed on the power of his slain enemies. Ergast didn't quite manage that, but he did find a way to bind Force ghosts, supposedly."

"Zash isn't precisely a Force ghost, but I'm HOPING there will be some cross applicability. Luckily, Ergast's tomb is in the same complex where Lord Kallig, my ghostly ancestor, is buried." The one with all the creepy ghost mental voices that is perpetually dark. Yay?

[moonandstar]

"Can't say I'd be especially happy to go back there, but you have my sword whenever you ask for it," Garyn says.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Pretzeling millitime a little, there's a young man with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and the telltale signs of a bad cold peering at Ibani from his spot at the Bar.

Peering and now sliding the pot of tea he bought in her direction.

"You look like you could use some tea," he says, in the gruff tones of a practised mother hen. "It's got ginger in it. And wasabi."

It's not helping the cold much.

[last_kallig]

It'a a good thing Ibani has experience with Baze and Chirrut mother-henning, or she wouldn't recognize the tone.

"It probably wouldn't hurt," she replies, before sniffing the tea curiously. (And testing it with the Force for poison and drugs, but that's just deeply ingrained habit by this point.)

"Do you want some help with that cold?" she offers.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"It's what the tea is for," Yamato says, lifting his mug. "It's meant to clear my sinuses or something."

[last_kallig]

"It might work," Ibani admits. "But I'm pretty sure I could get rid of your cold full stop in a few minutes."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Oh, no, I have a, er, roommate who doesn't take well to magical healing," Yamato says, with a sheepish smile. "It's kind of a blind idiot, it picks up on any attempt to magically interfere with our shared body and starts lashing out. Thank you for the offer, though, I appreciate it."

[last_kallig]

"Is it a roommate you want to be rid of?" Ibani asks, concerned. Look, her experience with people and sharing bodies like that has been all negative, all the time!

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Nah, it's fine. I give it a body to squat in, it gives me powers, everyone wins, except for when it's deciding to cut me off from my powers. Or freaking out over healing or electromagnets or whatever."

He sniffles slightly, like there's a sneeze coming on, but the sneeze never actually comes.

[last_kallig]

"Why electromagnets?" Ibani asks. It sounds like there's a story there.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian enters with a careful glance over his shoulder before he realizes that he's in Milliways. That allows him to relax slightly, this mission keeps getting trickier and he hasn't had many moments to pause. When he sees Ibani, he heads towards her and recognizes that look of tension, "Long day?"

[last_kallig]

"Very," Ibani replies. "Trying to figure out which of my new subordinates are still alive and if any of the ones that are still breathing are actually competent. I'm pretty sure I got supervision of whatever no one else wanted."

"You look like you've had a long day yourself."

[childofrebellion]

He runs his hand through his hair and stretches his neck,

"A mission that was meant to be simple keeps getting more complicated. How many of them are there and how good is your intel on them?"

[last_kallig]

"Less than 200, unless my estimates are really off. My intelligence on them is minimal so far," she says. "Right now, I'm going through the most recently submitted reports and seeing who hasn't sent anything in or accessed their accounts in a while. Too long of a break and they're probably dead or gibbering in a corner somewhere."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian nods, that's a good group and could be helpful once she knows who they all are, "How scattered are they?"

[last_kallig]

"Very scattered. I've seen Hoth and several Hutt controlled worlds mentioned so far. Taris too, though I think that researcher is probably dead."

[childofrebellion]

"Hoth, there's not much there but snow. Why would they be there? The Hutt worlds make sense."

[last_kallig]

"There are some ancient Sith buried there, and something of a graveyard of wrecked ships, or so I've heard."

"My underlings are all in the Imperial Reclamation Service, non Force sensitives involved in finding ancient Sith ruins, artifacts, even lost secrets of other species."