Olon's 11

"We all had our reasons." Olon said. She was neither eating nor drinking, instead just watching from her chair. "What you do with your money is entirely up to you. Whether to retire, or for some cause, or simply to finance the next big job."

Olon came into the room, smiling gently. "Well done, everyone. Well done."

She sat in a comfy chair.

"More than well paying, although there is that. Satisfying. The peak of my career, or it might be better to say my life. It takes more than money to retire, although that is also a requirement." "Hmmm." She smiled again. "Comfort. A concept that I find more elusive than many others seem to. Although...

"With the payout from this, you may do what you wish for the rest of your life."

Olon took a slow sip of her tea. "But I have to wonder, what else would you like to be doing?"

Olon smiled, just a little. "Oh, I thought about it from time to time. But there's always more to do. As you said, there's always something to learn."

She sighed, sitting back in her chair. "But that's what this is. One last adventure before calling it quits. A good note to retire on, I think."

"Not at all. But you strike me as someone with a very active mind, dear. Surely there's always something on it."

She pressed a button, and the board sprang to life. "So. Curious? Share your curiosities with me."

"Coco." Olon echoed. "Well. Far be it from me to tell you what you should and should not have. Or want."

She gestured at the seat across from her. "So. Tell me. What's on your mind?"

"So they do." Olon said, smiling. "Well then, perhaps I shall continue the tradition." She pressed a button, and the board came to life. For the moment, though, Olon's focus was elsewhere though. "Tell me." She said, looking under the table. "Why did you decide to acquire this animal? A moment of sy...

Unfortunately, there were no treats to be found. Olon did not keep pets.

Carefully, she poured a cup of tea for each of them, the delicate scent of it swirling about the small room. "Remind me, do you play Dejarik? I hope you'll pardon me. Too many things to keep track of these days."

"Pets can be a challenge. They require care and attention. One can't go off and leave them, at least, not if one cares for their well-being. If one doesn't..." Olon turned one hand over, palm up.

She smiled again. "But you already know that. Would you care for some tea, dear?"

"Ah, Ava." Olon said, smiling. "Do come in." It was redundant, of course; Ava was already in.

She hesitated a moment, glancing down at Coco. "And your little friend, too." She said in a warm tone. "I don't recall you owning a pet, dear."

(open to ONE participant) Just as before, Olon sat comfortably in a chair in the common room, decorated to be as cozy and comfortable as the rest of the ship. A fresh pot of mild tea sat on the table next to the Dejarik board. Those more closely familiar with Olon would be familiar with this little ...

"What you do with that information is, of course, up to you." Olon said. "But perhaps Kaurin might have some ideas. He's a Mandalorian himself, if not exactly the same sort as you. Besides, he always likes hanging out with younger people. He says that they're the only ones who can keep up with him, ...

Slowly, Olon nodded. "Very well." She pulled out a datapad, pressing some keys on it. "The Outer Rim holds many that calls themselves pirate lord. I'm not sure how many are worthy of the title, but at least they tend to have the strength to keep others from claiming it." She turned the datapad over ...

Jedra frowned. Now, he had worked several years for xenophobic rich bastards and so had some idea how those people thought. Of course the people he had worked with had been as blue as himself and thus generally rather amicable with their little co-conspirator. "So, basically normal rich bastards?" ...

"Or otherwise." Olon said dryly. She raised a hand. "The Hapans are one thing. But the wedding party will be full of galactic guests. We should endeavor to make it as bloodless as possible. Surgical, perhaps one should say. Delicate enough that the galaxy considers it a Hapan problem, and no further...

"Hmmm. Olon tapped the controls. "Yes. Shankhar." She looked up from the board. "As it happens, a piece of information involving her came across my feed recently. It's free, if you would care to hear it." She made her move, beginning her attack. "That is, I will not charge you. Information is never ...

"Stay out of trouble." Olon said firmly. "Beyond that, use your discretion." She looked around the room. "As usual for this sort of thing, it's not simply a matter of waiting for the right time. Gear will need to be acquired, and steps will need to be practiced. Nothing that you haven't done a dozen...

"She will be a danger. Clever and cautious. Capable of deduction. We should avoid her path as much as possible." Olon put in, speaking softly.

"Interesting." Olon said, smiling at him. Her hands lingered over the controls for a moment, and then she moved one of the side-pieces forward. It was an unusual opening. "Ha. You're young. As good as you are, and you are good, you have not yet reached your peak. I hope to be there to see it when yo...