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Post by Hotel on Jan 12, 2011 17:54:32 GMT -5
Daeira shoved the bound and unconscious man back into the closet of her suite. He had been most stubborn in telling her where his partner was hiding, but no matter. If she didn't find him before Nel showed up he would most likely make an appearance when he thought he could collect the bounty on Royal Flush.
She sighed as she put on the helmet to her new armor and walked out onto the balcony. Ever since she left Nel alone, she had been fighting bounty hunters of all kinds. Not that none were after her, she just made sure to intercept them before they got to him. An ad about information leading to the whereabouts of the Royal Flush was more than enough to usually lure quite a few away. Those she found to be idiots and fools she sent on false trails, but those she found to be competent and had a very good chance to get him, well... she normally found a way to get rid of them. At least there was one advantage to all this work... With all the credits she had been making off of selling the dead hunters ships and possessions, she had been able to afford a decent top of the line suit of armor, with credits to spare.
She stepped out onto the railing of the balcony, and dove off of the building from eight stories up. As she fell she activated the sensor cloak within the suit, before grabbing onto a protruding pole from the building. She used it to spin herself over and grab onto another nearby balcony. And down she went like this, until she finally reached the ground, where she landed with a rolling crouch to take the impact of the last fall. Then she rose from the dust and began her search. She just hoped she could find him before he got to Nel.
She felt stupid for sending out the signal when she did, but she knew she would never have made it to Zeltros in time, so she had sent out her location in a coded transmission to the captain. And it was just her luck that while she waited two halfwits showed up looking for information on Nel. One was sitting in her closet, and with luck she would soon have the other. She had managed to track him so far to the nearest spaceport. Maybe he was hoping to flee the planet. She shrugged to herself and continued the hunt, all the while wondering when the captain would make his appearance.
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Jan 13, 2011 13:28:27 GMT -5
Post by Horrified on Jan 13, 2011 13:28:27 GMT -5
Nel had managed to freshen up just before stepping off of his boat and onto this beautiful haven of criminal activity. He'd been surprisingly absent from Farrfin during his criminal activity, it was such a big mark that his trail could have been picked up by many other criminals early on. He already liked the look of the planet today, however.
Stepping into the world and breathing the good air Nel looked around for his mark, a rather impressive hotel to the right of the spaceport. Presumabley for the more successful smugglers.
After adjusting his coat and patting the insides of his sleeves to assure himself he still had his palm-blasters inside of them he smoothed out his dress (handily picked up from some natives on a backward planet somewhere in the outer rim) and beckoned the members of his crew who chose to join him.
It was a short walk into the hotel where the main lobby almost immediately surrendered intself into a casino and extensive bar towards the right. Striding over to the center of the bar he tossed a puch of credit chips over the counter, enough to cover the whole night should Romeo want his drink. All his did was wait. Standing there, in the middle of the bar. An eighteen year old boy in a dress.
Ordering his signiture frilly cocktail he just admired the scantly clad female waitresses and waited for his mysterious summoner.
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Jan 13, 2011 14:04:26 GMT -5
Post by kozeph on Jan 13, 2011 14:04:26 GMT -5
The Ubese gave a neglecting first breath just as he walked out of the boarding ramp of the moralist, he tried to count how many times he had stopped here but found out he had lost count. Kivesh hid himself deep below a dark thick and bulky black robe, the only visible part of his stark black armor being the painted skull and the glowing red orbs below the bulky hood.
Kivesh chose to wear the bulky set of robes, to partially hide his weaponry and to quite obviously not draw the attention from one or two rivals that probably wanted to pick a fight with Kivesh again after he beat them to a bounty more than thrice in their life. Kivesh kept himself around ten feet away from his captain, stalking him in a sense and making sure no one tried to back stab the "flush" while he was open in the street. It was such a pain to look after his boss.
Soon enough the band entered a large casino, Kivesh had seen it before but he had never graced the building with his credits. He had nothing to do with this type of place unless someone inside tried to hire him. The dark hunter sat next to his captain and began scanning the room, one of his hands slid to his thigh and unhooked his blaster from it's holster, for a just in case situation.
"So, who are meeting here?" the cold creepy fake voice of Kivesh helmet spoke out "Is it a job or we are picking someone else?" said the unemotional voice again.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jan 13, 2011 15:30:12 GMT -5
Not for the first time, Romeo wondered why he had agreed to this. This whole Moralist affair was a bloody joke; their captain was little more than a boy with too much money and the droid was a glorified sexbot with combat programming. The only person to take it seriously was Kivesh, and the Ubese hated him; but then, he seemed to hate everyone equally, an equal-opportunity hater. "Haters gonna hate," the assassin muttered to himself after another display of the armored hunter's xenophobia.
That didn't stop them from sparring bare-handed, of course. Kivesh was fast, but Romeo was stronger by far and more skilled; the Ubese was much better with blades, whereas the assassin was merely average. Fun all around, at least for Romeo; but then, he liked beating up on people.
Now they were here, and here was one of the last places the assassin ever wanted to go back to. "You probably should stay and watch the ship, Ryver or Taym," he told the schizo droid as he walked past him (her? it?). "No telling what kinda scum might show." With that said he walked out behind his drag queen of a captain, who apparently had no idea he was wearing women's clothing. Idiot was gonna get himself sodomized if he wasn't careful, especially in a casino.
Oh, but look. They were headed right for a casino. Lovely.
At least they had liquor. "I'll have a tall glass of that," Romeo said immediately, pointing at a picture on the wall of something green, poisonous-looking and steamy; in Huttese script it explained this drink was expressly not for humans, but the bartender was used to idiots like this and he poured the drink without fuss. Glass in hand the assassin turned to survey the casino and keep an eye on his companions.
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Jan 13, 2011 15:58:46 GMT -5
Post by Hotel on Jan 13, 2011 15:58:46 GMT -5
As she followed him through the spaceport, she saw a very familiar ship land. It looked like her captain had finally arrived. She just wish it hadn't been this soon. As she saw him disembarking, she caught the glint of something trying to hide nearby. But it disappeared almost as soon as she saw it. Well it seemed her friend had spotted his target. All she could do then was follow the group and hoped he would make his move.
She followed the group into her hotel and toward the casino within. A frown touched her lips as she eyed the members, noting the armored Ubese. Why did he have to be here? The other was a new face to her. As she continued to watch them, she caught movement from the corner of her eye. There he was! As he began to raise his blaster from a few tables away from Nel, she quickly slunk around the wall and to the other side, where it opened up behind him. She drew the hilt of her guard shoto and pressed it to his back before igniting it, a the beam shooting right through him and killing him, though not before he let out a scream of pain. As she turned it back off, she looked over to the group, speaking through her helmet. "You sure are a difficult man to keep alive Nel."
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Jan 13, 2011 17:26:58 GMT -5
Post by Horrified on Jan 13, 2011 17:26:58 GMT -5
Nel looked towards the scream of pain which had emitted from one side of the room. Whilst alot of the room was shocked at the sudden development it's safe to say that Nel was expecting it.
''AH! DAEIRA! Darling, how do you do?'' Nel was no stranger to her charms but he had soon clocked on to how she used them to manipulate people. She and Nel had since developed an almost comedic parody of this, with Daeira playing the part of her devilish flattery and Nel the lovestruck fool. It was endless fun.
Opening his arms in a way that could turn into a handshake or an embrace depending on her mood he approached her and her honestly snazzy new armour.
''I should have known it was you protecting me all this time, I was going to approach my 'secret admirer' myself but it seems the guardian angel has come to me.'' In all honesty Nel had been pretty much entirely sure that Daeira was the one picking off the headhunters he wasn't able to 'disable' himself and he was flattered that she continued to look after him even after the crew had split. It was all rather touching.
He sipped down the last of his cocktail and continued.
''I'm getting the crew back together, a few new faces, a few old ones. I've wised up to the criminal world and I'm almost a big player. Just like a casino, crime is easy when you know the system.'' And that's not even a reference to how good Nel was at cheating in Pazaak.
Glad to presumably have Daeira back on board he beckoned her over to the bar to catch up, and out came the usual questions:
''You can't have spent all of the last half a year just cleaning up the mess following me. How have you been? Snazzy new armour, I see. How much was it? Oh, did you see that one silly lawyer who ended up accidentally jailing himself after I 'misplaced' those documents? I managed to score bounties on my own head! Classic.''
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Jan 14, 2011 8:34:19 GMT -5
Post by kozeph on Jan 14, 2011 8:34:19 GMT -5
Kivesh kept staring the crowd out of habit and continued his habitual scanning of potential threats. It was more of a paranoiac habit he had developed out of his distrust for alien races and indeed everything that he had not personally tinkered with.
The dark hunter as was normal refused to get out of his armor and have a drink like his captain and romeo had just ordered, Kivesh had no taste for such lowly things produced by alien's and removing his helmet and mask would prove annoying for his delicate lungs and leave him vulnerable in case of a fire fight. Which he started to expect after one guy kept glancing in Nel's direction, it was not the glancing one would do when one spotted a human in a funny attire. That man who was starting to pull a blaster was most certainly a bounty hunter looking for an easy score.
Kivesh revealed his silver blaster in a blink of an eye, but he did not shoot. Someone else had taken care of that pathetic hunter. Kivesh eyes narrowed at the sound and sight of a lightsaber being drawn and piercing the male's chest. Something started to boil in the heart of the dark hunter, while Kivesh might indeed be indifferent toward most people or be repulsed by them he however harbored a very strong hate for all things related to the Jedi and the force.
Kivesh tense stance lighted after the wielder of the lightsaber thing approached them, the Ubese seated again and continued to watched the now startled crowd. "You should stop weaving that stick around, people here might mistake you for Jedai" the metallic voice grunted at the echani as his form of greetings.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jan 14, 2011 14:52:09 GMT -5
When the man popped up and started aiming for Nel, Romeo almost reacted; at the last second he realized Kivesh would handle it, and relaxed again. But when a lightsaber blade sprouted out of the would-be killer's chest he did react, springing to his feet and whipping both shotguns out. The sight of Daeira stepping into the open gave him pause, though. Skirt, he thought. We don't need skirts. Especially Jedi skirts.
Unfortunately it seemed Nel and Kivesh knew her, and that she wasn't a Jedi. "Daeira," he said to himself, shotguns disappearing again. "Interesting name." Since no one was in any immediate danger he relaxed and walked over, though with him it was more like stalking. "Nel, your jabbering gives me a headache," he growled, clapping a hand on the boy's shoulder and shoving him back to his stool. "Shut the hell up and let the adults do the talking, eh?"
The assassin turned back to Daeira, eyes narrowing as he assessed her. "Nice clothes," he said, thankful he'd cleaned up on the way here; his hair was cut and he'd shaved, and the tattered blue overcoat he'd worn before over his armor was replaced with a much newer black leather one. He'd stolen it on Zeltros before running into Nel and his crew, of course. "How'd you get to know the kid? You babysat him or something?" he asked.
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Jan 14, 2011 19:56:00 GMT -5
Post by Hotel on Jan 14, 2011 19:56:00 GMT -5
She smiled as she sheathed the weapon at her hip and removed her helmet, brushing the short strands of silvery white hair from her face. "It's been a while." She flashed another brilliant smile as she walked over to the group. However, before she got to say much else the unfamiliar face of the group walked forward and pushed Nel back into his seat.
She couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at the way the man dismissed the captain. "You alway do find the most interesting people Nel." She then turned back to face the man once more. "You don't look to bad yourself. And I wouldn't exactly use the word babysat, but he does like a nice story when he's tucked into bed." She flashed a joking smile to Nel as she spoke to let him know she was just teasing. The two of them often went back and forth like that, though neither took it seriously. "What about you? You don't look like the kind who wants to follow a man in a dress around." As she sat down she waved over toward the bartender. "A round of drinks on me, get them whatever they want and add it to my tab."
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Post by Horrified on Jan 14, 2011 20:17:24 GMT -5
''Mhmm, I appreciate the fact that you were looking after me even though You weren't obliged to. It must be love.'' Nel retorted, a wry and baffilingly longing smile playing on his face as he was pushed back into his seat by Romeo.
''And I don't quite enjoy being Pushed around, Romeo. I mean no disrespect, I hope you can return the gesture.'' Nel knew he was playing with fire, almost literally, by engaging Romeo like this but Nel had confidence in his compromising and reasoning abilities enough to avoid any violence. Romeo was dangerous but he wasn't stupid, and either was Nel. At least that was some common ground.
''Romeo is our new crew mate. He'll be working with us for the forseeable future. You're womanly ways won't work as well as they did on me.'' Referencing the time they first met, of course, Nel hoped Daeira hadn't actually lost that charm. He made it no real secret that there was come kind of faux-relationship played for comic effect but Nel did genuinly adore her, even if it was seriously because he hadn't had a propoer mother. It was all very Freudian and disturbing but what else could you expect from Nel?
''I'll pay you for 'keeping me alive' during the time the crew was dissolved since you were nice enough to keep doing your job. Your room is just as you left it, but I may have gone through some of you drawers.'' He might not be lieing. ''Otherwise you're welcome back and you'll be working with us on some much bigger jobs in the future.''
This was referencing Nels recent branching into illegal weapons manufacture and trading, along with spice and other smuggled goods. He drew the line at slaves and was hoping to actually earn a bit of money fighting a few slavers in the future and put his new guns to the test. If he did say so himself, he needed to make his first kill a good one.
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Post by kozeph on Jan 15, 2011 13:00:28 GMT -5
Kivesh only nodded at the Echani before looking away and keep watching the crowd of casino patrons. When he was offered a drink, kivesh simply shook his head he had no interest in their drinks. Besides he would not remove his helmet and breathing mask for very obvious reasons.
The darkly dressed hunter simply decided to wait out until the talk was over, he really did't have to say anything to his captain, the echani or the human assassin. So he simply decided to fade out and keep watching for trouble that might brew up, the galaxy knew that was the only thing Kivesh could possivibly do at this moment.
Kivesh shrugged he has been itching for a challenge, Romeo had proven fun enough to spar with but thats was about it. Kivesh did not became a bounty hunter for the credits but for the adrenaline, for the challenge and action. If only he would get more missions like he did for the corellian operative, that heist had been the most fun Kivesh had in years after that everything had become slightly duller to the Ubese hunter.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jan 15, 2011 13:22:22 GMT -5
"I'll push around whoever I like," Romeo retorted at Nel, "and there's not a thing you can do to stop me, boy." He chuckled and sat back down at the bar, curling his fingers around his glass again. "Nel already bought the whole bar; with you pitching in I might finally get properly drunk," he said as he threw back the last of the drink, slamming it down on the bar again in impatient signal for a refill. The barkeep, amazed that this man had handled one of those drinks without showing even the slightest sign of inebriation, hurried to refill it.
While he was doing that, Romeo turned back to Daeira. "I'm here 'cuz drag queen there watched me incinerate a resort cantina on Zeltros," he explained. "After that I killed a few cops and looted all their crap, then we left and probably won't be going back any time soon." It had been more than a few, to be sure... an entire squad had shown up, and Romeo turned them all into so many dead bodies. "Stupid redskins... wouldn't know when to back off if it killed them. Which it did, I guess." He chuckled again, and the drink came back; immediately he gulped half of it down, smoke coming out of his nose as he did so.
"Oh, and Nel," and the assassin reached over, clapping his hand on Nel's shoulder again and forcing him around so they were face to face; Romeo leaned in, his dark, icy eyes boring into Nel's, the smell of that drink wafting in his face. "If these 'bigger jobs' have anything to do with spice, you'd best not be using any yourself, got it?" His hand squeezed, grinding the boy's bones painfully together. "I'll shatter every bone in your arms and legs if I so much as think you've been doing that stuff, do I make myself clear?" The sound of his voice alone would have given a rancor damn good reason to stop and consider whatever he was saying, and for all they knew it probably had.
With the warning delivered Romeo released his captain and turned back to the crowd. "Damn, I'm bored," he muttered, sipping from the drink again. "Hey Kivesh, go pick a fight with someone, will ya? Do something interesting, anything."
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Post by Charlie Sharper on Jan 24, 2011 16:06:38 GMT -5
It was a cold night on Farrfin for the crimson skinned Zeltron as she walked home. The street was full of thieves, this she knew from living her for the past two months, so she kept her wits about her as she walked. She kept her blaster noticeable enough to ward off any would be thieves, but not so much as to attract any unwanted security attention as she hurried herself home. Her night was not going well, first the deal with the Rodians went south. The exchange went off without a hitch, but that's when the local security forces showed up. She managed to slip out without being seen, thanks in large part to her pheromones, but it was only a matter of time before the three Rodians that she had been dealing with would gave her up, which they would most likely do at the first chance they got.
She quickened her pace as she turned onto her block, using the fire escape to get up to her apartment. She gathered the essentials quickly. All the credits she had, clothes, her data pad, some personal items, and finally the Swatter. The golden gun she placed carefully in her backpack, thinking how much she had been through with that thing. A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. She walked over to the window, and with one final look into the Spartan living space, she hurried down the fire escape down to the alley below.
As she hurried down the street she found herself looking over her shoulder. She knew that the police forces would be looking for her soon, and if it was indeed them at her door, then that meant she had even less time. It wasn’t until she turned the corner to the betting district that she saw scruffy looking Rodian’s following her. She recognized them as associates of the three that got pinched “Damn, they must want their friends money back?” She muttered under her breath. As they got closer she ducked down and headed into a casino, she quickly made her way to the back only to discover there was no back exit. Morwynn looked at the screen above the bar when she heard “Zeltron wanted in connection to a drug smuggling ring. She is at large and is considered dangerous, two thousand credits is being offered to anyone that can bring her in alive.” She saw her picture on the screen, “Oh god…” She groaned, the last place you’d want to be with a bounty is in a Farrfin casino that’s located right down the way from a space port. She pulled the hood tighter around her face and made for a the entrance again, only to see the two Rodians standing in the doorway pushing through the crowd at the toward the bar. “A rock and a hard place…” She muttered.
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Post by Horrified on Jan 25, 2011 13:36:15 GMT -5
Nel brushed off Romeos accusations of being interested in indulging in spice. Whilst Nel was very interested in exploring spice he did not feel it good to incur Romeo's wrath. When Nel is assured he commanded some kind of decent respect from Romeo he'd definately discuss it with him, whilst he didn't like to be restricted by oother people he also lived being alive. He felt flattered Romeo cared that much about him, though.
Just then Nel felt a little nostalgic. Like, the lovely cocktails they had back on the resort where they'd met Romeo. It didn't take him long to notice the red skinned zeltron enter into the bar. He would have been spending his time undressing her with his eyes had he not clocked on to how shifty she seemed.
Hood up, tense expression, rapid pace. She was clearly hiding or being chased. This theory was confirmed upon the entry of three very agressive looking thugs. Nel, with his head full to the brim with all the recent galactic news on crime, had discerned this Zeltron as a very good friend. Drugs sold well, and these thugs clearly had no style.
The thugs were slow, and clearly not very intelligent. Nel got out of his seat and brushed past Romeo and towards Kivesh. Leaning back on the bar and nudging Kivesh with his shoulder Nel gestured his head towards the incoming thugs. He announced them under his breath.
''If you wanted a fight, there it is.'' A wry smile sat upon his face as he used his hand to point towards the one on the left and the right, taking the guy in the middle for himself.
''We~ell, not so much a fight.'' Nel said with a chirp in his voice as he walked towards the helpless woman. He covertly unholstered his pistol, his finger on the slug trigger. He wasn't a very good shot but he could get the thug from this distance, no problem. It was all in the element of surprise. Breifly, Nel wondered how many more people he and his gang had to kill in here to get kicked out, but that thought soon went as he walked directly in front of the Zeltron.
And, clicking his heels as a flamboyant signal to Kivesh, Nel raised his gun and fired straight towards the unwitting central thug, and expecting Kivesh to make light work of the other two.
To Nel, this was big, it was technically his first kill, he was glad if this could go as cleanly as possible. In fact, he still felt a massive wrench in his gut as he knew that he'd just fired as opposed to the sense of liberation he thought he'd felt. He'd probably cry about it later.
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Post by kozeph on Jan 25, 2011 14:20:39 GMT -5
Kivesh remained seated and like before he ignored his crew mates and their talk about the captain doing spice. The ubese didn't care about what the little human introduced to his body, the boy was free to do as he pleased and Kivesh wouldn't be the one that stopped him, unless the boy became an addict and all of the pay check for the hunter went to buy for that tasteless thing. Then Kivesh might intervene, but so far he really didn't care.
Kivesh noticed a female figure enter the bar in haste, she was hooded and the way she walked meant that she was running from something. The Ubese after a good look noticed she was a Zeltron at least that was the hunter guess. Kivesh attention returned to his crew mates after the explosive junkie began jabbing the Ubese into doing something. Clearly the human assassin thought that Kivesh was some sort of clown and jester there to entertain the human. The Ubese wasn't going to move but then his captain asked for Kivesh services. Kivesh could only let out a deep breath of resignation as he stood up.
"Make sure there's no more of them hiding around" Kivesh metallic voice said giving Romeo one last look. The hunter began mixing with the crowd and quickly made his way around and behind the thugs, he was less than two feet behind them. Nel fired and surprisingly enough the boy managed to hit his target, it was not lethal however and the man fell over to the floor and began screaming and cursing while he rolled around in the floor of the hotel.
Faster than a blink of an eye, the Ubese drew two twin blaster pistols with silver sigils drawn into them. The next thing everyone knew two red bolts of plasma hit the other thugs in the back of the head. They dropped dead a second later and Kivesh blaster agile as ever jumped on top of the screaming thug and popped one blaster shot into his mouth. This all happened in second and the next one Kivesh had turned around and was now scanning the stone silent crowd. Kivesh said no word at all he didn't even bothered to look at his captain or the Zeltron female
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jan 25, 2011 22:56:31 GMT -5
Chaos and conflagration... Just as he'd got done demanding entertainment to go with the booze some bloody redskin skirt had to walk in all skittish-like and vulnerable. Romeo growled and frowned at the Rodians following her, who weren't nearly so attractive and thus instantly sentenced to die painfully if the assassin had any say in the matter. Slowly too, just for that extra sense of WHY MEEEEEE.
Unfortunately, it was not to be, as Nel manned up and unstrapped his gun for a dust-off. Kivesh too, had gotten up to add his diminutive presence to the proceedings. Romeo didn't give much of a crap though; his eyes were on that redskin skirt in the hood, all skittish and junk as she hid from the Rodians. Pusher, he thought to himself as he followed her with his eyes.
Medic, he thought next as he started undressing her in his mind.
The two words wandered briefly through his mind in search of somewhere to land and sprout petty little mewling ideas, possibly in regard to seizing and ra- doing stuff with the little redskin. Family-friendly stuff.
No time to waste though; the skirt was getting away! Slithering through the crowd like some cowardly redskin! "Not on my watch," Romeo muttered as the two words finally landed somewhere; she was a medic, they needed a medic, by the Force (whatever that was...) they were gonna get one. Today, preferably!
While everyone was distracted by the Rodians dying and Nel possibly being responsible for one of them doing so, the assassin got up and slid through the crowd, rapidly circling around and behind the skittish Zeltron skirt. "Not today, girlie," he muttered, grabbing her by the shoulder in a grip that one did not and could not argue with; skirt in tow he went back to the middle of the situation, namely Nel and Kivesh and their three dead victims.
"Oy, found her," Romeo growled, pulling Morwynn out into plain view and releasing her shoulder. "I think she's got medic training; we should take her along." That and, well, redskins were always game for a good time, it was a racial imperative; so why this one so obviously wasn't having a good time, was a question that hopefully had a satisfactory answer.
If not... well, that didn't bode well to think too hard about, not this early in the game.
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Charlie Sharper
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Jan 27, 2011 23:24:15 GMT -5
Post by Charlie Sharper on Jan 27, 2011 23:24:15 GMT -5
Morwynn started backing toward the bar when she saw movement from the corner of the casino. It was a man in armor and a rather young looking human. She didn’t pay them too much mind until the human withdrew a gun and pointed it in the general direction of the three rodian thugs that were after her. She turned just in time to avoid seeing the shot fired. She turned to see the room clearing around largest rodian on the ground clutching his leg, obviously shot there. Then the armored man withdrew two blasters and finished him off with his two companions. Morwynn didn’t know what to make of all this, but she didn’t want to sit around and find out what they wanted, she turned to head out the front door when someone grabbed her shoulder rather roughly. “Ouch!” Morwynn yelled and struggled to get free. The person only tightened their grip and dragged her back to the middle of the room where the three rodians lay dead. “Let me GO!” She yelled, continuing to struggle. “LEMME GOOO!” she said again. The hand threw her toward the armored man and the human, they must all be bounty hunters, she thought, out of work bounty hunters if they were this hard after a two thousand credit bounty.
She looked up at the human, “Bounty hunters?” she asked quietly. Just what she needed, to be head hunted for two thousand measly credits, this was absolutely making her day.
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Jan 28, 2011 4:06:01 GMT -5
Post by Horrified on Jan 28, 2011 4:06:01 GMT -5
Nel sighed with a sense of relief that he'd only severely maimed the rodian and not killed him. Kivesh had done that for him. Holstering his weapon and waving a little to the bar staff to try and signal that everything was okay. Shooting weapons in this casino/hotel was not a good way to remain incognito.
''Now, now, Romeo. Be gentle. We don't want to give the wrong impression.''
He walked towards the zeltron with his usual creepily smooth gait and look at her through her hood. Perhaps even invading personal space considdering how low the hood was. He pulled back as the zeltron inquired as to the nature of Nels 'gang'. Bounty Hunters?
''Us? Sometimes. More often smugglers or pirates, I guess you could say. It's a living. Not exactly noble proffesions per se but we have certain morals.'' He explained, smiling a little to himself and giving his usual greeting, the handshake. Being careful to use his right hand this time he further went on to explain the nature of this interception.
''Miss Sky, Is it? I know a little bit about you. Medic for the military? Now pushing drugs? I know because I wanted to buy some of those drugs from you in the first place but now I've got a different offer.'' Nel alluded to his plan with a broad smile and a clearing of his throat.
''You are probably in dire need of a proper nights sleep, and a shower. And maybe even a feeling of comfort. Well, in exchange for all of your medical supplies and services as a medic I wish to extend the offer of a very steady pay and a place on my ship.''
Nel, looked back at Kivesh, who was scanning the room for unpleasant individuals and clearly not finding anyone. He then looked to the others, who were most likely getting increasingly bored of his theatrics. Never mind.
''And trust me, you want a place on my ship. Luxury, double bed, own bathroom, you can do whatever you want with it since nobody's going to nag at you to clean it.'' He offered his hand again, to signify a deal. Obviously, they had just met and Nel had forgotten to introduce himself. Better tone down the theatrics from now on.
''I'm the captain, believe it or not. Nel'leit, at you service. Or... your service at me, technically.''
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Feb 6, 2011 15:05:55 GMT -5
Post by kozeph on Feb 6, 2011 15:05:55 GMT -5
"Useless" Kivesh scoffed inside his head while Romeo dragged the Zeltron female back to the obviously relieved captain. She asked if they where bounty hunters to which Kivesh rolled his eyes behind his mask.
After making sure there where no more lurkers around or any visible threat around, the dark hunter turned around to watch the following conversation unfold.
Once more Nel managed to amuse the Ubese, who's eyes rolled again. "A drug dealer?" his metallic voice rang suddenly, like always there was no visible mark that he was speaking.
The red orbs on the painted skull helmet turned around to seize up the medic "Can you do something else other than sell spice to drunks and fools? he asked slowly.
"Beside removing splinters and pressing the bottoms of the bacta tank? if they where picking up some else Kivesh wanted to make sure they would compensate for their captain "usefulness"
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Charlie Sharper
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Feb 9, 2011 13:08:29 GMT -5
Post by Charlie Sharper on Feb 9, 2011 13:08:29 GMT -5
“Military Doctor” Morwynn corrected Nel “And I’m not ‘pushing drugs’…I’m making them for some unsavory people, but one must pay the rent somehow.” She was saying the last part more to herself then anyone else. She looked directly into Nel’s eyes, trying to figure out his intentions when the Ubanesse one spoke up, well, maybe not spoke, but made noise. “A drug dealer? Can you do something else other than sell spice to drunks and fools? Beside removing splinters and pressing the bottoms of the bacta tank?” Morwyn scoffed at the Ubanesse bounty hunter. “Why yes, I can.” She said indignantly, “I’ve cured blaster shots, knife wounds, saber burns, vibroblade cuts and reattached a few limbs and even saved someone from paralysis, is that good enough?” She said staring right at the Ubanesse.
She turned back to Nel’leit, “Sure, I’ll join your crew.” She said finally, “But I have a few terms to meet” She looked around, “I’ll patch up your crew, in return, I get a fair share of the take and a bed to sleep in” she said looking around at the rest of the crew. “Oh, and I’m not making spice anymore, understood?” She stated flatly. She may only be playing tough, but she was obviously serious about the drugs, she was done with that game if she could help it.
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