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Post by Ash on Dec 2, 2012 0:02:32 GMT -5
A cool, evening breeze flowed through the city of Zeltros bringing with it the sounds and smells of some party. It was enough to get anyone into the partying mood. Frankly, it nearly made a certain man sick. He staved off the pheromones through willpower and adrenals. However, though he may have hated this place on the inside, his outside presence showed nothing of that.
Zwei was in a black pleasure suit, offset by a dark red dress shirt, clearly seen under his open jacket. His hair was blown around his dark, half lidded eyes as he walked down one of the main, busier streets. A smile, fake, of course, graced his face: to anyone else, it would look like he was just some random human walking down the street looking for pleasure.
Zwei was actually here on a mission: kill some pirate leader who was here here for some reason or another. This man owed quite a bit of money to Azura, and he killed the last two people out to collect. Therefore, the leading killer, Zwei, better known as Phantom, was sent out to collect: not money, but a life. After observing and planning, Zwei knew the man's route around here fairly well, and where he liked to release some stress.
Zwei rounded a corner, walked down the street about 100 meters, then walked into a rather spacious Cantina. Inside the large room, there were gambling tables, a few slot machines lining the walls, and scantily clad Zeltron women, and men in tuxedos. Anyone of these people would be enough to make the opposite gender, or for some, the same gender fall head over heals, or at least envision a knight of lustful pleasure.
Waving his hand slightly whenever someone tried to approach him, Zwei went up to the long bar at the back of the cantina/casino, a light smile on his face. He had plenty of time to waste before his target showed up. Tossing out a credit chip, the man ordered scotch on the rocks, and right quick, the sexy bartender had his drink. With a wink, which Zwei had no other choice but to return, he took his drink, watched the woman walk away.
Zwei turned around in his seat, elbows on the bar, which his back now rested on. His eyes were narrowed slightly, a cool smile on his face. He let off a rather easygoing atmosphere as he shook his head slightly, shaking the hair out of his eyes and letting it fall back into its usual place. He checked his watch, mentally counting the seconds it would take for someone, drunk or not, tried to strike up a conversation, as well as taking a mental poll on if it would eventually lead to something sexual or not.
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Post by Reisier on Dec 2, 2012 2:51:42 GMT -5
Now this was her type of planet – a pick your poison type of place. Whatever your desires, your wildest fantasies, Zeltros never was one to disappoint. Whether it be parties that seemed to go on without end, or casinos were many a lost souls rolled the dies in, to a night of passionate company – no strings attached, just the sex – there was always something, someone to fulfill your very wish. Given the option, perhaps Amaris would have preferred to come here instead, to drink, to dance, to enjoy her life away – unattached, unperturbed, just enjoying the many pleasures this galaxy had to give. But the force had spoken, her fate marked, and in a blink of an eye she had been dragged away from this pleasure-filled future, instead dropped into the smuggling world. She could complain about it, anyone with the slightest sense of reason would, but part of her didn’t regret it – it had made her, well, her. Still, she was given the option to enjoy this curious place, and without hesitation, the Zelosian jumped on the opportunity. Yass had been the first to recommend this little vacation for Amaris Sataj. A week after the woman ran an errand for Fosu, a little more than that after the mishap with the Jedi, the human thought it would be best for her to simply relax. Though, how someone was to do something like that in a place like this was beyond her. She walked down the sidewalk, dressed to kill – her usually unruly red hair had been pulled back, subjected into a braided updo, her usual outfit forgotten, replaced instead by a nice enough dress acquired previously – trying to find something, anything that could capture her attention. Well, that is if one didn’t count the handsome males that exuded virility and prowess, some of which that caused her to double-back instinctively. “I could definitely get used to this.” But everything is best in moderation, Amaris chastised, eyes following a particularly attractive zeltron male. Artful glances were exchanged, along playful smiles, all before both figures continued to their respective destinations. Amaris laughed softly as she walked, her attention suddenly shifting to a cantina to her right. Though, the word cantina was a definite understatement to describe this place. A club or casino seemed like a much better description. Then again, it didn’t help that as soon as the woman crossed the impeccable wooden doors, her eyes fell upon a beautiful array of occupants. Beautiful males and females of every imaginable race made themselves comfortable inside, enjoying each others’ company as far as she could tell. She smiled, a bit more freely now, snaking her way across the crudely illuminated room. As she neared the bar, however, the most curious sight came to her. While most people in the club had already paired off, indulging in the company of others, by the counter sat a man on his own. Physically, the man could be described as handsome – a little roguish, perhaps, but definitely a man who could capture the interest of others; so it definitely surprised the Zelosian to see him so uninterested in doing just that. The Zelosian shrugged her shoulders, calling out to the female bartender as she made her rounds. An order was placed soon after that, Amaris eyes left to wonder the area once more. Yet, again and again, her attention was captured by the man that sat on his lonesome – especially the way the man kept glancing at his watch with particular interest. “Waiting for someone?” Came the coy remark, the Zelosian’s eyes falling to the male’s wrist before they flittered back up. “Or are you simply the type of man who’s counting down the minutes for the party to end?” If that was the case, however, Zeltros was definitely not the place for him. In Zeltros time was unimportant to an extent, all that mattered was that one was enjoying it.
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Post by Ash on Dec 2, 2012 21:18:19 GMT -5
The atmosphere was going pretty well, it seemed to Zwei. Of course, he wasn't one for this type of environment, but seeing people get up and start dancing around, drunk most likely, once some music with intense bass beats started playing brought him some small form of entertainment.
Zwei had yet to finish this first drink before something pricked the back of his mind. It wasn't anything to do with the force, but rather a hunch or a feeling that someone was watching him. He let his dark eyes sweep across the area again, and saw a shorter Zelosian woman walking towards the bar, her emerald eyes looking at him.
He checked his watch one more: its been nearly three minutes sense he sat down and began this little game of his. He half expected it to go on longer before someone took some interest in him. Still, this little game wasn't over yet. He shook his arm slightly, his sleeve covering his watch as no longer had a need for it.
He sucked down all but the last sip of his drink, the amber liquid quickly disappearing, before a cool voice touched his ears. The background noise was automatically dampened as reflex forced Zwei to tune into the voice. Zwei turned towards the woman, noting that it was the same one he caught onto earlier. A slender, shapely body, long neck, and a smooth, youthful face. He placed her age somewhere between 24 and 27.
What caught him the most was her vibrant green eyes, which he could see with much more clarity at this distance. Equally, what threw him off the most was the thin scar which ran across her left eye. It was the only feature which marred her beauty, and yet, it also accented it, showing that she was still mortal. When Zwei spoke, he raised his voice half an octave, making it seem more suited to a young adult, as Zwei seemed more towards the age of late teen to early 20's than nearly being thirty.
Perhaps I was merely curious about the time, as I could have someone coming to meet me.
That lie had just enough truth in it to be acceptable. He let his dark eyes scroll down the woman, peeking at her dress which reviled quite a bit of leg. He had to say, the color of it went well with her natural skin pigmentation. It was a bit brighter than his own red shirt, but there was nothing wrong with that.
Call me Adam.
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Post by Reisier on Dec 3, 2012 1:39:24 GMT -5
The place seemed liked something completely out of someone’s wildest dreams. Laughter and merriness surrounded her, watching with curious eyes at the events that took place – bright conversations, couples dancing, others enjoyed the meal and drinks. Music played continuously, a steady rhythm that the Zelosian could feel in her chest. Amaris lifted her head at the sign of movement, watching as the bartender approached her, glass of whiskey in hand. She took the glass, smiled politely – taking a sip was she listened on.
Amaris nodded at the man’s response, eyes falling instinctively on his face. He spoke calmly, without doubt or hesitation – even though his apparent age usually made the latter common. Too many kids, barely out of their teens, came to places like this; but as soon as someone would approach them, they would choke – freeze in utter horror. Still, this young man, was confident. His muscles never tensed, his voice never wavered – all the Zelosian could see was uttermost serenity. Honestly, her interest was piqued. She sipped her drink silently, a small smile pulling at her lips. “Perhaps,” She agreed after a few seconds, her eyes studying him carefully still, “…or, perhaps, you just like telling people that.”
In fact, how often did people really tell the truth? Not the half truths spoken in a desperate attempt to make themselves look good; no, she was talking about the actual truth, the real truth, one dripping with the good, the bad, and the ugly. The one that showed the real person at their best as well as their worst. It was the truth people were often desperate to change about themselves, but the one they had neither the courage, or the strength, to succeed in – the one that, even herself, attempted to avoid.
The woman tapped the counter absentmindedly as she heard his introduction, head tilted to the side. Eyes never parting from the male’s own. The further she studied him the more curious he seemed – though, perhaps she should be using the term unique. His eyes were cold, detached, like glass, even if a smile never wavered from his lips. She laughed a little, if perhaps at her own silliness – maybe she was reading things a bit too much. “Amaris.” She returned the gesture, glass raised at a small greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“So, tell me, Adam,” The Zelosian quipped after a few seconds, “…are you, perhaps, waiting for someone?” The woman crossed her arms lazily across her chest, a habit she had picked up over the years. “If so, I would definitely hate to be a bother.” She raised her brows with given curiosity, a playful smile crossing her lips.
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Post by Ash on Dec 3, 2012 2:11:05 GMT -5
Perhaps I do, or perhaps I use it to start up a conversation
A small smile once again peaked on Zwei's face, but, like always, his eyes betrayed it. The joy or happiness most people would have found, especially in this little back-and-forth game him and this woman were having should have traveled up to said person's eyes.
However, Zwei's dark eyes never warmed up. The cold, ebony color simply remained, reflecting what was being shone into there, this time being the woman's green eyes, as well as the ambient lighting from the large room. After a moment, the man averted his eyes, blinking one... twice... thrice before he turned around in his seat, spinning his glass slightly on the bar, and gently rapped his knuckle a few times, asking for a new drink. Moments later, his glass was refilled with more amber liquid.
And you as well, Amaris.[/color]
He smiled one of his small smiles again, once again it not touching his eyes. In fact, no color, throughout the entire conversation, has touched Zwei's skin. It simply remained its usual tan. He sideways looked at her, listening to what she had to say again.
When she was finished, he turned in his seat again, back against the bar once more as he contemplated his words for a moment. He could have easily told the woman off, but, somewhere in the back of his head, he was enjoying the conversation so far. He usually didn't get much conversation... at all... so it was a good change of pace... man he hated that thought, and how it felt.
I think that, regardless of what I was to say, you would stay sitting right there. I don't think I would mind very much, either.[/color]
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Post by Reisier on Dec 3, 2012 4:21:11 GMT -5
“Well, whatever works to your advantage…” The smuggler teased, shifting her weight between legs. Amaris smiled, a silly smile, which tugged gently at her full lips. “…though, I’m sure you could come up with something better if you tried.” She tilted her head slightly back, peering over her shoulder to watch the rest of the club. The music continued to ring, the lights growing darker momentarily before the lights picked up once again. Eyes flittered back towards the male, her eyes catching his again and in them she saw nothing – not amusement, not a hint of a smile – just a vast emptiness.
Amaris clicked her tongue as she shifted to the side, pushing herself away from the counter’s side. Her clothing shifted, the fabric of her dress trailing down her side. She hesitated as she watched the man and, if only for a second, something seemed off. The perfect demeanor he had portrayed throughout the entirety of their abrupt conversation wavered slightly. Yet, as quickly as it had wavered, Adam regained his composure, as if nothing was amiss. It was curious to say the least, but the Zelosian did her very best to ignore it. She was reading too much into it – this was Zeltros, a place to enjoy, a place to relax. There was nothing she needed to worry about.
With a barely audible sigh, Amaris straightened up, dainty hands holding casually to her glass. She pursed her lips, brow furrowed in thought; yet, part of her couldn’t shake the feeling off. Something wasn’t right – the back of her mind was screaming again and again – but she tried, oh how she tried, to silence the thought. Still, Amaris smiled reminding herself that today was her day off – no gut feelings, no worries, just her enjoyment.
Thankfully, his next choice of words lightened the situation as far as the Zelosian was concerned. Amaris laughed softly as she brought the glass to her lips. She took a gracious sip as she heard him finish. Sad to say, no truer words could have been chosen. Regardless of what the man had ultimately decided, the Zelosian wouldn’t have budged an inch – that is, perhaps the conversation would cease and she would have no more connection to the man, but the spot was simply too perfect to give up. “Well, that is definitely good to hear,” She said, finger propped thoughtfully against her chin. “I’ve been told I’m good company.”
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Post by Ash on Dec 3, 2012 4:51:17 GMT -5
Maybe, but it worked, did it not?[/color]
Zwei smiled slightly again, and simply watched the area for a moment. People were mingling like normal, happily enjoying their evening as they danced, gambled, or simply tried to find their way to the bottom of the bottle. Simple emotions.
Emotions that Zwei didn't feel. Joy and happiness that he knew was everywhere around him; he never felt it. Even now, talking to this lovely woman, and he felt nothing that anyone else should have. He spun his head around, away from Ama, and to a group of people laughing around a table. His eyes narrowed slightly, a slight grimace appearing on his face.
Zwei's ear implants: hidden away deep within his skull, picked up on the woman's sigh, but he didn't look back at her just yet. His curiosity peaked at this: and Zwei couldn't help but wonder why this woman, who seemed to be enjoying herself just, would let out that sound. He mentally shook his head, clearing that thought. His habit of over-thinking things popped back up. His grimaced deepened even more.
It was gone immediately as the woman once again spoke to him. When he looked back at her, she had a finger placed thoughtfully on her chin. He smiled again at this, and finally, something touched his eyes. They remained unchanged from their icy darkness, but the corners picked up a fraction of an inch.
You've been told correctly, or so I think. Better than me at least. I don't get to have conversations very often in my line of work, especially with a lovely woman.
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Post by Reisier on Dec 3, 2012 16:44:06 GMT -5
“Perhaps it did.” Amaris nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of the alcohol as she took another sip – it warmed her body and made her shudder. Drinking was a hobby to the woman, a pleasant way to pass the time – full of conversations the amber spirits provided and the ambiance it gave. Sure, Amaris herself could never feel the effect the drinks brought – save for the passing heat of the spirits – but she enjoyed it nonetheless. It just made things easier in her experience, simpler in a way, and the Zelosian enjoyed keeping it that way.
She glanced to her companion -- Lovely? Amaris quirked her brows with curiosity; well, that was definitely a first. Amaris Sataj had been called many things over her life – charming, charismatic, outlandish, bizarre, a bit annoying from time to time, but lovely was definitely a first. The word sounded rather awkward to Amaris, but she smiled politely at the compliment. Might as well receive it with open arms; hell, for all she knew it could be the one and only time she heard that. Still, the smuggler couldn’t help but laugh under her breath, processing his words further.
“Well, I speak freely when I say that your line of work has room for improvement.” Dark lips curled into a grin, eyes nerver parting from Adam’s own. If she was the best the man got to interact with, the Zelosian could only imagine what was the worst he’d seen. Perhaps a one-eyed Hutt with a bad case of the munchies who hadn’t bathe in a month? She cringed at the thought. Alright, maybe she was exaggerating – if only a tad – but anyone with a sensible head on their head would definitely avoid that. Sure, some had no say in the matter, of that Amaris was aware,
The Zelosian narrowed her bright, eager eyes, curiosity getting the best of her at long last. “Speaking of which,” Amaris toyed with the words, left hand motioning in the male’s general direction, ”…what do you do for a living, Adam?” Sure, she could have easily added a ‘if you don’t mind me asking,’ at the end – but something told the woman that regardless of the situation, he’d only answer if he saw fit.
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Post by Ash on Dec 3, 2012 23:00:25 GMT -5
That it does.
Zwei's voice changed for but a moment when he said that. It was lower, darker, and sounded slightly bitter, like he was talking about someone or something he didn't particularly like. It was gone instantly, however, and Zwei acted like nothing happened. His body composure never changed when he spoke, so anyone hearing it would have thought nothing happened.
Zwei brought his glass up, looking at the cool liquid inside. The glass was about a quarter full of liquid, with the ice partly melted. He swirled it around slightly, stiring the contents. The ice was still clinking in the glass seconds after he stopped the movement. All the while, Zwei's eyes seemed to fade out even more than they normally looked as he thought about his severely limited past, and memories. He was still thinking even as he spoke.
My job's nothing special. I-[/color]
Zwei was dragged back to the present when he saw the door open to the building. Walking in was a large man. He wasn't fat in the least, but just... massive built. He could have been handsome, if it wasn't for half his face being scarred by what looked like fire. This man was Zwei's target.
However, the Target wasn't alone as he walked deeper into the room. Two men, both carrying rifles flanked him. Zwei wasn't worried about them, but rather, the massive Trandoshan, who stood at least a head taller than the already large man. In his hands was an equally large rotary blaster. Zwei's eyes went back to the Target, who had a large smile on his face, and a crazed look in his eye. Zwei was completely thrown off, but he didn't show it outwardly, save for his eyes narrowing slightly.
The man's demeanor changed completely as he watched the Trando move in front of the Target, and the blaster wielding men flanked him. Zwei inhaled as he watched the alien's finger move to the trigger. It was now when people took some real notice to what was going on, and movement slowed, or at least started to.
He's gonna open fire on everyone!
Zwei vaguely heard a high pitched scream from a woman, which was drowned out by the high pitched whine of the rotary blaster cannon. From left to right, the Trando opened fire, sweeping across the entire area. It wasn't to kill, at least yet, but to induce confusion and fear.
Zwei moved quickly, muscled pumping and adrenalin coursing through his veins. He twisted, wrapping his arms around the woman who he had been talking to. He stopped for a second, feeling two solid impacts on his back, then rolled onto and over the bar, taking the woman with him. His back was smoking where the blaster bolts struck, but his jacket, made of armorweave, held up just fine. Moments after the blaster fire ceased, Zwei heard a voice, almost mocking, calling out.
Assassin! I know you are hiding here! You have been ratted out by a rat! What did he call you... Zwei? WAIT! Better known as The Phantom, right? I know you have been trailing me, and now I got you somewhere in here. Everyone will die unless you show yourself!
Damn...[/color]
The Phantom, a name dreaded in at least the outer rim territories. Supposedly, he didn't exist, but then how did the stories get around? If someone made the wrong person mad, or happened to be key to the war against the Republic, only then would this man show himself. Never once, however, had Zwei been ratted out, name and all.
From within his jacket, he pulled out a pistol: not a blaster, but rather a verpine slugthrower. He charged in one of the rounds into the chamber, and flicked the safety off. The weight felt comfortable in his hands, but he may need something a bit more powerful to take down that Trando. Zwei's dark eyes looked at the woman he dragged behind the counter, his face strait. When he spoke, his voice was deeper, cooler, and lacked any of the false emotion it once had. Everything about this man changed in an instant.
Stay here, and be quiet.
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Post by Reisier on Dec 4, 2012 4:56:33 GMT -5
Something had changed in the man’s voice – if only for an instant. It was dark, cold, indifferent – lacking all sentiment it previously held. It was a voice that she had heard on more than one occasion; though, it was generally reserved to men of action – of violence – of the underworld. She watched him, mostly out of curiosity, but saw no further change. All Amaris could see was the perfect canvas he had been portraying from the very moment he had began to speak. Whoever, whatever this man was, it pricked at the back of Amaris’ mind, making her wonder who exactly was sitting by her side.
She shifted slightly, uncrossing her legs as he continued to talk, every syllable was weighed and calculated by the female, her eyes never parting from the man. But he stopped in mid-phrase, his attention capture outside her plane of sight. Amaris turned slowly, attention shifting to the door. The music continued pumping, people continued dancing, regardless of the ominous group that now came into the room. At first, the Zelosian thought nothing of the situation until she saw it – the glint of the slugthrowers by their side. Amaris gritted her teeth, swallowing a snarl, discreetly kicking the heels off her feet. ‘This is seriously not good,’ they scanned the room quickly, looking, searching for someone in particular. Though, it only became painfully obvious who the target was once their attention settled on the pair by the bar.
She breathed in slowly, tasting the tension in the air. ‘Crap. This is not good at all.’
Amaris didn’t remember much – all she the Zelosian could recall was a scream; a loud, high-pitched wail that sound became drowned by the screeching of the blaster cannon. She moved, or attempted to at the very least, but something stopped her. Before Amaris could process what was going on, Adam reacted. In a matter of seconds, the Zelosian’s body was covered by the male’s own. She felt him quiver, struck by a stray laser bolt, before both their bodies were moving again.
What began next, could only be described as lunacy.
Amaris crouched behind the bar, arms over her head, showered by an array of liquor and glass. She could hear people screaming – the shrill whistle of misplaced shots echoing through the room., their distinctive light flashing around becoming a slightly disorienting shower. The Zelosian was desperate – there was nothing anyone could do, nothing she could possibly do. The onslaught continued for a few seconds more, then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
For a second, Amaris was hesitant to move, but the moment she heard the voice, her head snapped up. “Assassin?” Surprise was the first expression that flitted across the Zelosian’s pale features; her mouth dropped open, vivid emerald eyes growing wide. Had she heard right? ‘An assassin, seriously? I cannot catch a break this week, can I?’ Of all the days this could have happened – of all the moments, of all the places, it simply had to happen when the Zelosian wanted nothing more than relax. It was just going to be a fun night – drinking, laughing, simply enjoying herself. But no, the Force had other plans in mind.
A clink followed the man’s sudden movement, finally forcing Amaris’ eyes back, slugthrower he silently loaded. ‘Oh great, and here’s the assassin!’ Amaris pinched the bridge of her nose, biting her cheeks in a desperate attempt to not scream out in frustration. ‘Fraking ridiculous – can’t I meet anyone normal for once?’ She wasn’t asking for much – an accountant would do. Yeah, a guy with a simple, boring, completely uneventful job. Someone people took home to meet their parents, shared nice, intimate dinners with – someone whose business did not threaten to take her life every other day.
Adam uttered something, nonsense as far as Amaris was concerned. ‘Stay here and be quite?’ What the frak? Did she look like a moron to this guy? Of course she was going to stay down and keep her mouth shut – those guys had, essentially, a tank and they, as thankful as she was, a peashooter. Rule number one the woman lived by, you never argued with someone unless you had the bigger gun. Yet, it was clear that their options were rather limited – and whatever this Adam, Zwei, whatever, person had in mind was only going to get them killed.
“Look,” She spoke in clipped breaths, “unless that gun of yours can magically shoot a cannon blast to those guys, they're clearly in charge.” Her brow was knotted, eyes narrowed, her lips turned in clear distaste, “So unless you want the blood from half the people in the bar on your hands, I seriously suggest we think, wouldn’t you agree?”
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Post by Ash on Dec 4, 2012 11:24:47 GMT -5
Wouldn't be the first time I had innocent blood on my hands... Wont be the last either.
Zwei tightened a grip on his pistol, relishing the cool material his hands gripped. Inside the magazine was a healthy mix of AP and HE ammo, which should be enough to get him, and everyone else, out of here, but he still needed a distraction.
Zwei pulled back on the receiver of his pistol, ejecting the AP round and loading an HE one into the chamber. His plan, while not the best, would at least get most, if not everyone out of here. With luck, he would be able to as well. He had no plans on dieing today, but one never new where death was until it was too late. Zwei ignored the mocking calls from the pirates as Amaris spoke. The man looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
I'm going to start a fire. The power will be knocked out, where I will get them to fallow me out.[/color]
He left out the part where he couldn't go back to his ship, at least until everyone here was dead. Hell, his ship may even be completely destroyed, or stolen. Good thing he didn't have anything in there worth, well, anything. He turned his head fully to the woman, dark eyes locking with hers. A casual half-smile, different from the ones before, touched his face. It could have almost be counted as smug... almost.
I'll make the night up to you.[/color]
Casually, Zwei pointed his pistol up at the ceiling, and fired. Almost instantly after, a small explosion went off above their heads. The lighting in the room flickered on and off, and sent the entire room into darkness. Zwei had no problems seeing, though. As soon as the lights flickered, he was gone; across the bar-top and was gone, sprinting to a pillar, his choice of cover. The confusion of the lighting, and the crack of his pistol, startled the pirates, and they didn't see his quick movement.
Zwei further used this, leaned around the corner, lined up his sights with his right eye, and, two cracks later, the pirates flanking the trando were down. Zwei tucked back around, and took off out the other side of the pillar. He was spotted now, and the Target lined up his shot and fired twice at Zwei, who dove though a window and was outside, and in a crowd of screaming people. He rolled, got to his feet, and went down the main road, stopping shortly and tucked inside a doorway. The mass amount of people would make it easy to hide.
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Dec 4, 2012 21:53:57 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Dec 4, 2012 21:53:57 GMT -5
At the moment, Amaris was a bit short of fuming – her cheeks were flushed a garish green, her brows knotted, teeth clenched so hard that it was beginning to hurt. He was going to make it up to her? How exactly was he planning to do that? In case Adam, Zwei, whatever hadn’t noticed, these didn’t look like the guys that would go down without a fight. Even if the so-called assassin managed to dispatch of the armed group quickly, usually guys like these had friends. Big friends – angry friends – friends that didn’t take kindly to their associates getting killed. Friends that, the Zelosian knew would still somehow manage to go after them. Oh, but that’s right; the threat of having her head blown off by a rotary cannon at the expense of an assassin was her definition of fun. How could she have forgotten that?!
The anger that had been building steadily across the Zelosian’s chest ebbed away, replaced by instead by fear. “W-what?” Amaris stumbled, trying her very best to remain calm. Power off? Like, off-off, total darkness, off? For an instant, her heart sped up, her skin becoming clammy and cold. And it just keeps getting better and better. So now not only did she have to worry about becoming swiss cheese, but she also had to worry about it while being completely blind. Amaris’ mouth dropped in protest, but any possible sound that may have escaped the woman’s lips was drowned the weapon’s cry.
In an instant, the room was swallowed by shadows and the Zelosian’s sight was gone, “Crap.” Amaris blinked in rapid succession, a desperate attempt to regain her sight back – but the resulting blackness made everything painfully obvious, she’d have to feel her way out. She moved slightly forward, toes wiggling across the floor, feeling glass pricking her skin. She could hear screaming – hear people running for the door, as well as a series of well-placed shots, and the thumping of bodies against the floor.
“Okay, forward…” She nearly stumbled, holding unto the bar as if she were holing unto dear life. Alright, so this was another planet she wasn’t visiting again. Screw Zeltron, screw this bar, screw those crazies shooting up the bar – and screw him. Amaris cringed with each step she took, feeling as glass pierced her feet. Just as the woman was thinking about giving up, about curling up behind the bar and wait for the fight to come to an end. But, from the corner of her eye she finally caught it – a glimpse of color; the light at the end of a metaphorical tunnel.
“Thank the Force.” Now all she had to do was high-tail it out this goddamn world and let this become another event in the Zelosian’s memory. So Amaris ran, towards the sliver of color, crashing into a table once or twice in the process. Before she knew it, her hands touched the surface of what she guessed was the door, and she pushed it open. Amaris was met by a rush of warm, night air, still heavy with tension; Amaris swallowed down hard as she began to move, limping a little as green chlorophyll stained the dingy sidewalk. Note to self – taking off shoes in the middle of a shoot out was not a good idea; there is glass, and a lot of it. Sure, it was nothing that a good soaking and a couple of days wouldn’t cure, but it was certainly uncomfortable.
While the Zelosian still fumed at the whole outcome this outing had caused, Amaris couldn’t help but hope that Adam was fine; ‘That way I can kick his sheb to hell and back again.’
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Dec 5, 2012 0:48:16 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Dec 5, 2012 0:48:16 GMT -5
Zwei watched form a distance as people ran out of the building, fallowed by sounds of blaster-fire, and the Target and his sole surviving lackey. The looked around, then sprinted off towards the spaceport. That was the opposite direction of Zwei, which was good.
Zwei let out a small sigh, sticking his pistol back into its holster under his jacket, making sure there were no unusual bumps or bulges before he began walking. He one step before his side erupted in pain. It took all of his self discipline to keep from yelling out. He looked down at his side, seeing his red shirt had a hole in it, and was seeping. His adrenalin kept him from knowing he was shot, which completely missed his armorweave jacket. Eyes, closed, he buttoned it up, hiding the wound, and began walking, Albeit slower than he normally would, towards his rented hotel, or rather, his safehouse which no one save for him knew about.
He didn't get seven feet before a pair of armed and armored men walked into his vision. He averted his eyes until they walked by. He did this, as he didn't trust anyone around here now. There may have been an exception, and Zwei had a feeling she wouldn't like it either.
Through the crowd, he spotted a certain hair-due above a certain dress. He figured, due to the odd movement of that head, that this person was limping. As he made his way closer, he saw that was indeed the case, emerald liquid staining the ground as she walked. Coming from behind, Zwei put his hand on her shoulder, getting her attention, before speaking. That same hand was ready to fly to Amaris's mouth if she let out a scream.
I know it hurts but keep walking. You are useful to me right now, so you're going to help me. Then we can treat your wounds.[/color]
Zwei's voice held no room for argument. Sure the woman could try to run, but with her feet, she wouldn't get very far. His dark eyes looked into hers, telling her to just go along with it. After a moment, he kept walking, bringing the Zelosian with him. He could see the sign to his hotel already. In a few short minutes, they would arrive.
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Dec 5, 2012 2:59:11 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Dec 5, 2012 2:59:11 GMT -5
There was movement on the corner of her eyes, causing the young Zelosian to shift uncomfortably. Before she knew what was happening, a single hand was placed over the woman’s shoulders, making her snap around instantly. It took Amaris a couple of seconds to recognize the shaggy hair or the heavy lidded eyes that locked into hers. No, it wasn’t until Adam spoke that she fully recognized the figure. “You again?” Amaris’ voice dripped with venom, each syllable a clipped staccato as she studied the male’s unmoving face. But her voice did little to sway the male as he urged her forward, leading her away from the bar and into the force knew where.
‘You are useful to me right now,’ She heard him say as they walked, ‘…so you're going to help me. Oh joy of joys, now her life was complete – she was going to help an assassin. She could barely contain her delight. Sure, her morality had rarely gotten in the Zelosian’s way, interrupting only when dealing with children or slaves where involved, but Amaris couldn’t bear to become involved. She knew how people worked in this world, she had been a part of it for many years now, and sometimes people didn’t let go of grudges that easily – they would follow people to far off worlds to appease their resentment. So far, in the years she had worked with Typhoon and then on her own, she had never gotten involved in a situation like that; frankly, part of her hoped she kept it that way.
And yet, here she was, following the man silently and without hesitation, much to the Zelosian’s surprise. Amaris felt defeated to a certain extent; no matter what she thought about saying or how she tried to say it, this man wouldn’t listen. He was taking charge of the situation and, quite frankly, Amaris hated it. For the most of the trip, the Zelosian remained with her arms crossed, a pout adorning her full lips -- an almost childish endeavor to demonstrate her displeasure. She thought about complaining in more than one occasion, but quickly referred from it, mostly because she doubted the male would even care. So she followed, no move made to escape as they closed-in on an oddly-lit hotel. The sign shone its brash light above the couple’s heads as they walked through the threshold – a single word without leaving their lips again.
Amaris gimped besides Adam, once or twice her eyes flicking up to meet his face. While the tension between the two was still beyond tangible, Amaris was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. It was too quiet and it was only making the situation, whatever the hell it was, worse. “So… job is nothing special, huh?” The woman quipped, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between the two.
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Dec 5, 2012 22:02:04 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Dec 5, 2012 22:02:04 GMT -5
Zwei walked casually and slowly, keeping Amaris close to him. These pirates, wherever they were at, were looking for a man on his own somewhere, rather than some a pair of near-humans who seemed to be heading on a cool evening stroll, before retiring to their room.
Upon a closer inspection, someone would see a man with a face carved from marble, and a woman who looked like she was pissed beyond hell. Zwei wouldn't doubt it in the least: after all, he was pretty much kidnapping the woman so he could make his own escape. Wouldn't be the first time he used someone like this. They were almost to the hotel entrance when his companion spoke up besides him, breaking the thick silence.
It was suppose to be simple. Kill a man, get some off time, then return to where I came from... That all got thrown out to vacuum.[/color]
Zwei led the way into the hotel, opening the main door to the lobby. The receptionist, a Zelosian woman, shocked at the appearance of the two, then, once she was over it, grinned and winked at Zwei. She apparently, and thankfully, got the wrong idea at them it seemed. He smiled slightly, nodded, and hit the button for the second to top floor on the elevator imbedded in the wall. A short ride up, and they exited into the long hallway. Three doors down they came to Zwei's room, where he swept his keycard, and entered the room.
The lights automatically came on when the door was open, showing a medium sized room with a large bed, a chair, table, holoscreen, bathroom off to the side, and a walk-in closet opposite of it. Zwei held the door open for the woman, and, when she was inside the room, closed and locked the door, including the high tech electronic seal lock he brought with him. That door wouldn't open without the code or a bomb.
I know you have questions, so ask away, but first, feel free to shower and change, or not. There are spare clothes in the closet.[/color]
Zwei was undoing his jacket, which he threw onto the chair. The bullet went through his body completely, which was much better than having it stuck inside. Zwei's natural healing already started, stopping the bleeding. It would still be another day or so before he was healed completely however, so he needed to protect the wound.
That was when he opened the suitcase at the foot of the bed. Rather than have clothes inside, it had two extra weapons and a few other things which he always took with him, including an extensive supply of medical equipment. He never really used it, but when he did, it was for a good reason.
He removed his pistol, shoulder holster, and red shirt, tossing everything onto the bed, sprayed some bacta mist on the wound, which stung, and wrapped up his gut with some bandages, covering and protecting the wound. He then proceeded to check the rest of his body for anything. Some shattered glass got under his jacket and cut his back up, but that was less serious than anything and would be healed within the next two hours.
When he reached for the bacta spray again, however, Zwei froze up, his eyes zoning out and his mind wandering off. Occasionally, old memories will try to resurface when he performed a certain action in a certain mindset. He saw a shadow of... someone... he couldn't tell the gender or anything, save for that the shadow was humanoid. It was laying down on something as Zwei was reaching for bacta spray. With a shock, Zwei came back to his body, which shook as he took a step back and nearly fell into the chair. He sighed, shaking his head and wiping his eyes. He wanted to remember what was going on, but couldn't for the life of him. He silently cursed his life.
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Dec 6, 2012 1:18:28 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Dec 6, 2012 1:18:28 GMT -5
“Really?” The woman quipped, striding besides the man; she scrunched up her nose slightly, feeling as remnants of glass dug deeper into her skin. “And here I thought everything was absolutely peachy.” She added while being led across the hotel lobby. For the most part the place seemed, decent enough. Clean, pristine, and lovely; however, it was definitely a place that the woman could have easily forgotten. Yet, Amaris was sure she’d remember the place well enough, if only at the expense of the wink the receptionist shot in their direction. Amaris quirked a curious brow in her direction before shaking her head. ‘Either this guy gets a lot of action – or not enough.’ She chuckled silently at the thought.
Well, not that type of action anyways.
Amaris entered the elevator following the man. She chewed on her cheek slightly, glancing up to her companion only once or twice. The elevator ride was rather uneventful, to say the least, marred only by the nervous shuffle of her bare feet. It was not long after that the elevator stopped, a single ‘ding’ announcing their destination. The doors opened and the pair stepped off, and once more Amaris found herself being led. Down the hall and into a single room the couple made their way in; place where, apparently, the male had set up his base of operations.
He spoke, sharply and to the point, and Amaris listened, arms crossed listlessly across her chest.
“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” The questions could definitely wait. First things first, she wanted to get her feet cleaned – especially after walking over hell knew what. It didn’t take long for the woman to make her way to the closet doors and pulled them open. The clothes were big – well, bigger than the Zelosian generally wore, but far more apt for running than the dress she wore. And, honestly, something told the Zelosian they’d be doing plenty of that tonight. Amaris grimaced slightly, but took a pair of slacks – which conformed most of the male’s wardrobe as far as she could tell – and a tanktop of sorts. Not two minutes later, Amaris made her way towards the ‘fresher but hesitated slightly as she neared the door, “Thanks, Adam.” Or whatever the hell your name is. With that said, the woman disappeared behind the bathroom door.
It didn’t take long for the female to strip, studying the red dress she had been wearing earlier that evening. Apparently, amidst the chaos the outfit had not escaped its end. Across the side, a deep gash was visible, stretching across the front making it impossible to salvage in any form. “Great – and I had just bought this too.” With that said, the female discarded the dress into the wastebasket and turned on the shower.
Silence reigned supreme throughout the darkened room, its deafening presence marred by the occasional sound of water splashing unto a tile floor. Hot steam filtered through the cranny between the shower curtain and the floor, allowing a thin, translucent mist crawl up to the ceiling above. Head was tilted forward, toe slightly pointed behind, breaths coming easily. Amaris picked at the base of her feet slowly, pulling out the remnants of thick glass. The water burned her skin, soothing her tense muscles as the liquid rolled off her tired body.
’Frak, can’t wait for this to be over.’
Fifteen minutes came and went rather quickly, far quicker than the Zelosian would have expected. She turned the faucet, sighing at the double squeak before the shower dribbled off. Her bare feet ‘clacked’ against the cold bathroom floor, pulling a towel around her smaller frame. She dried and before long, the woman dressed. Gentle steps followed one after another, the swing of her body brought in a single motion as Amaris made her way out the door.
Now, time for Adam to answer some questions.
What she found inside the room, however, destroyed any anger that remained within her frame. Amaris emerald eyes lost the mischievous glint they held for the past couple of minutes, replaced instead by utter and genuine concern for the man across from her. When Adam had failed to see any type of doubt within the male, now all that Amaris could see was anger and uncertainty. The Zelosian cleared her throat loudly leaning hap hazardously against the frame, “So…” she started, “You wouldn’t happen to have a pair of shoes that would fit me, huh?”
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Dec 6, 2012 22:47:24 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Dec 6, 2012 22:47:24 GMT -5
Zwei moved his head too quickly when the woman, now out of the shower, spoke to him. His eyes showed emotion: Pain, sadness, anger, and confusion were just a few that were seen in his eyes for the half second. After that time, they cooled off back to their normal darkness.
How long was she standing there?
He let out a slightly quizzical look, more towards his own thoughts than to the woman's question. For some reason, it wouldn't click in his head, and he had to repeat it twice more before it clicked. Grabbing his ruined red shirt, he tossed it in the waste basket, heading towards the woman.
I might. Have a seat and I will look.[/color]
His voice held that emotion that was sent through his eyes moments before. He walked past the woman, and went into the closet. First thing he did was grab a new shirt: a black short sleeve one, and put it on over his scarred body, butting up all but the top two, then went to where a few shoes were lined up, and grabbed a smaller pair of sneakers.
He set them on the floor at the foot of bed, then went to the 'fresher, where, rather than shower, he washed the dirt, sweat and traces of blood, off his face. After splashing his face a few times, he studied his face in the mirror. It looked pale, his eyes cold, dark, and half lidded. He closed his eyes, grimacing, and left the room, heading back to the main room.
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Dec 6, 2012 23:51:43 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Dec 6, 2012 23:51:43 GMT -5
Her expression softened further when Amaris was met by his eyes – the pain, the sadness, and anger of someone who had lost everything life had to offer. For a second, the tautness in her muscles slacked, her arms dropping gently to her sides. Part of her felt guilty, if that was even the correct way to describe it; she felt guilty for having had judged him so quickly. But he’s an assassin, she silently chastised, eyes following the man across the room. Even if he was, not everyone had that look – that thousand yard stare. Honestly, it chilled her to the bone, making the Zelosian to shift her eyes momentarily away from the male. She told herself, however, that she was being stupid, and with a grimace spread across her lips, she peeled herself off the frame.
It took the woman only two steps to settle on the edge of the bed; before long, Amaris found herself staring at the man again. From the corner of her eye she could see the scars that traced his back, etching a complex weave of the battles he had seen. Soon enough, the tell tale signs had disappeared beneath a black shirt, the Zelosian’s attention forced to shift elsewhere. A small thanks left the woman’s lips as Adam placed some sneakers at the edge of the bed for her before he disappeared into the fresher himself.
Amaris could hear the water splashing against the sink as she reached down for the sneakers. Yet, no matter how the Zelosian tried, she couldn’t get that image out of her head. “Look, I don’t mean to pry…” She called out after a couple of seconds, though she was unsure whether the man would answer at all, “…but you alright?” Honestly, he wasn’t action like the hardened killer she had seen at the bar. In fact, he looked like the opposite – if a little stoic.
When Amaris heard no answer, she simply shrugged it off – maybe he hadn’t even heard her. Not long after that, the man reentered the room, looking a bit worse for wear than when he had first disappeared. In those short minutes, it seemed like years had taken a toll on the man – had chewed him and spat him out. The Zelosian quirked a brow, but quickly refrained from pursuing the topic any further, instead, she thought it best to get back into the obvious topic at hand. “So, I’m going to guess that Adam isn’t your real name, huh, assassin?” She straightened up slightly, resting her elbows against her knees.
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Dec 7, 2012 0:48:53 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Dec 7, 2012 0:48:53 GMT -5
Zwei chose to ignore the woman's words, at least for the moment, while he was in the fresher. He was lost with the depths of his mind, going over the odd vision, or memory as he thought it was, even if he hardly got anything out of it. He didn't realize that his right fist was clenched so hard his finger nails were digging into his hand. He sighed, looking at the small cuts, and as how they healed quickly, leaving a few trails of blood. He washed this off in the sink before leaving the room.
I'll live.[/color]
There is never a time where I am alright.
He walked past the bed, and settled against the window frame, peeking outside, and to the lit up streets that held happy and joyful people. He closed his eyes, his head paining him somewhat now. He pushed it away though, like all the other pains, and focused on what was happening now.
He was in his room, hiding from a group of pirates, and he pretty much abducted a woman who was now in here wearing a pair of his clothing. Tonight could have went better. He opened his eyes back up, then let the peephole he had in the blinds close. When the woman spoke, he turned his head slightly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
Yea, its not. I'm more commonly known as Zwei.[/color]
Yet Zwei wasn't his real name, and he knew that. It was just something that blasted woman decided to give him when he woke back up without his memories. His voice was cool and even, like before, but there was something in it that made it seem like he didn't like or accepted that name. After a moment, he sighed, let his face soften up slightly, and then turned his head away.
What's up with you? What is it that's ruining your shell? You're a cold-hearted killer and yet you are talking so plainly with this woman.
Zwei's eyes narrowed slightly as he peeked out the window again, but he didn't actually observe anything outside. His dark eyes zoned out as he thought back again, that shadowy figure that was inside his head appearing once again behind his eyes. Who was that figure that was now haunting him. His right hand unconsciously clenched in a fist again, the muscles in his arm, shoulders, and back becoming tense.
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Dec 7, 2012 2:33:09 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Dec 7, 2012 2:33:09 GMT -5
“Zwei, huh?” Amaris repeated almost absentmindedly, eyes following the man as he crossed the room. She clicked her tongue, head buried within open palms. Those men, they had called him that, hadn’t they? At least, that’s what the Zelosian remembered them taunt him with. Should’ve picked up on that quicker. But, then again, no one could really blame her. One doesn’t necessarily tend to pay much attention to names when bullets are flying across air. She rubbed the back of her neck, averting her eyes only momentarily, before fixing it on the man again. “…and guessing your handsome friend back at the bar was your target?” Amaris continued without hesitation, straightening up on the bed.
Alrighty, this story was definitely was a keeper; she was sure that Yassu would be delighted to hear about how his little ‘r and r’ of a suggestion led the Zelosian into an even bigger venture. Honestly, he should really get her a bottle of Whyvern’s Reserve once this was over. She pulled the fiery strands of hair to the side, flicking them carelessly back and forth as she tried to come up with a better question to ask. Thankfully, the woman soon did; though, she really doubted Zwei would be pleased with it.
“Exactly why are you after him anyways?”
Yeah, she was pushing it – and Amaris was well aware of the fact. But, honestly, she didn’t particular care at the moment. Truth be told, all the smuggler was interested in was finding out what the heck she had walked into this time around. It was one thing to deal with some Jedi in their crazy expedition through territory she knew well; it was another thing, however, to walk into someone else’s, potentially life threatening, business. It didn’t help, however, that Amaris always liked to know what cards were at play – specially who had the upper hand – and so far she knew neither; it made her uncomfortable.
“I mean, I know it’s none of my business,” The Zelosian crossed her legs, an inquisitive brow quirked. Amaris sighed softly as she pushed herself to a stance. Her emerald eyes bore into the back of Zwei, trying to see any possible change on the male’s body language. Yet, she saw none at the time. He continued to look as stoic as ever. “…but not all scum get a professional hit on their head,” She strode calmly to the male’s side, arms crossed, eyes never leaving Zwei. “…so what makes sweet cheeks so special?” Yep, that sounded like a decent enough name for the man at the bar.
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