Chakha ran. It was a dark night, the light from the moon illuminated the Limsan coastline. She was a shadow, shifting from alleyway to roof to alley once more. Soon, she reached her target. It was the residence of a notorious raider of Garlean supply ships, and the target of her ‘test’ by her master.
A miqo’te woman in a loose buccaneer's dress, part of the crew from her colors, walked away from the house to nearby bushes. As Chakha approached, she could hear heaving noises. This was fortunate. She approach the woman’s back and thrust a needle into miqo’te’s neck. The miqo’te let a small cry which was quickly covered by Chakha’s hand. The female pirate struggled as the alchemical poison spread through her body and with a final desperate lash of her tail, she went limp.
Chakha swiftly set to work, stripping the miqo’te of her clothes and items. She put on the incapacitated pirate’s clothes. Turning the naked pirate over, she memorized the miqo’te’s body structure and face. With a mudra incarnation and a modified glamour crystal, smoke briefly obscured her form, resulting in the very image of the miqo’te that laid comatose.
Miqo’te Chakha stood up and after hiding the pirate in the bushes, checked her illusion and proceeded to walk somewhat sluggishly back to the house. She smiled at the guards, flanking the house. “Hey! Is thar you, C’nali?†A Sea Wolf drunkenly inquired, “Aye.†came the brief reply, “Heh. Heading back inside to see the captain? He’ll be expecting yah,†the guard grinned lewdly. The drunken pirate guards open the door for her, and miqo’te Chakha smiled as she walked right into the house.
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