Lounging Around (Juzt) [Oatara]

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa Therani sighed as she leaned heavily against a railing, looking down from the veranda of Spearpoint Headquarters. She could safely say this had been the longest day she'd had in a while. Since coming back to be specific.

She could still recall the events of a few weeks back quite clearly. A few nice drinks, some fine cigars, and even some sexy underwear, and Horst had still wanted to get emotional, lamenting that they had a nice physical relationship. Understandably, she'd gone out for drinks, then she'd headed back to bed with Ethan.

How was she supposed to know Horst would decide to fight him? The Mirialan woman had flown off the planet after that, in the hopes that they'd get along if she just left. She was good at running away from her problems after all, but Horst had gone after her and the miraculous had occurred.

That lead-tongued oaf had talked her into coming back, and into being his girlfriend instead of just friends with benefits. That wasn't what she'd expected, and now she was in this relationship. Her first relationship.

Ervisa was seriously debating going to Waypoint and getting a few self-help books on relationships. 'The Complete Idiot's Guide to Being a Girlfriend' would be very convenient right now.

What the hell is up with my life? Ervisa wondered silently, resting her sharp chin in her hands, elbows resting on the railing. Her placid grey eyes were trained in on the treeline in the distance, the later afternoon sun slowly sinking down over it.

It seemed so odd to sit down to a meal with the same person you'd had meals with every day or two, and have conversation about your lives, acting like an old married couple. It felt so domestic, and she wasn't sure what to make of that. Ever since she'd left the Jedi Order she'd been partying hard, living large. And now she was talking about trivial things with a hairy bear of a man just a little older than she was. It was age appropriate, it was probably not the worst fit possible, but she felt so...

Normal. She felt normal, and that sucked.

"Where's the fun in being normal?" Ervisa asked no one with a sigh.

[Juzt]

Simo was stiff and fairly bruised. The Raid on the ancient Sith vessel had taken its toll on him and indeed a few others in the combat team that had boarded the vessel. The Spearpoint crew were certainly a tough and savy operation, as much as Simo had secretly wanted to find them otherwise. Celebrations had taken place, a fair amount of drinking and dancing and hoping around, and Simo had felt excluded from that not that he really wanted to be a part of it anyway. Simo still felt uncomfortable around such people, having allies for an indefinable amount of time felt wrong and odd to him on a certain level.

He had spent his time content, cleaning his weapons and catching up on some missed sleep and food. He doubted very much that even if he had had the desire to join in that he would have been welcomed. He already seemed to be developing an antagonistic relationship with both Ethan and Horst, every time they became annoyed by him he felt a faint feeling of triumph. However after the thrills of battle, Simo was fairly bored now staring at the sparse wall of his quarters had a limited amount of appeal. Wearily he stretched his legs for a walk wondering through the Spearpoint Headquarters. It was a little more empty than usual clearly there were quite a few people suffering from self induced illness caused by excessive consumption of Alcohol. Simo himself had barely had a sip of anything, alcohol always being more a part o his uniform than something he enjoyed drinking.

There were one or two die hard mechanic's and technicians still wondering around the flight bays working on the small group of choppers and other machines. Some greeted him in a friendly manner but Simo ignored them not really interested in the underlings, he was not here to endear himself to anyone. Eventually in his journey he reached the verandah of the building, he sometimes liked to come here to have a few quiet moments. However this day someone else was there. That Mirialian pilot and former Jedi Ervisa Therani. She had given a tremendous account of herself in the battle and Simo respected her skill. This he found hard to reconcile, with her having been a Jedi which translated into his head as naivete and her relationship with Horst which struck him as stupidity. However, it was not really his place to say. He did consider turning round and going somewhere else as he was not gregarious and favoured solitude. However, he was also stubborn why should he leave just because she was there?

He moved forward just as he heard her mention something about being normal. “Normal? A Jedi, turned pirate who is dating an ape.” He muttered to himself in Rodese.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

That gloomy Rodian walked by, and Ervisa knew instantly he'd heard her rhetorical question when he opened his mouth and said something in a language she didn't know. She was guessing, however, that it was the Rodian language. Rodese? Rodidgian? Rodidgeridoo?

What was his name anyway?

"Hey Simon. Seymour. Sydney. S&M. Steve. Sharona." Ervisa tried on a half dozen names in rapid succession, unable to summon up the correct one, her voice as cheerful as she didn't feel. She did have a persona to live up to, a reputation.

Ervisa Therani, party girl extraordinaire, always ready with a quip or a joke, bubbly and vivacious. Not sad, not wistful, and not full of self-doubt over who she was.

Ultimately she just shrugged, and fished out a packet of tabac cigarettes from the pocket on her thigh. A lighter joined her, and in a second she was taking the smoke into her lungs, then blowing it out in a long and slow breath, the cigarette held loosely between her fingers.

Somehow the Mirialan woman doubted the Rodian's comments were kind, as her experiences with him hadn't exactly been... Grand. In the first place, Horst had told her that the Rodian, what was his damn name? That he'd shot down their chopper and tried to kill them, which didn't exactly strike her as recruitment material.

And in her experience, he'd been a real wet blanket. He was a walking buzzkill who just sucked the enjoyment out of everything, which didn't bode well for her already-glum mood. That was why her calm grey eyes looked at him with skepticism.

[Juzt]

Simo he felt Ervisa's cold gaze fall upon him as she struggled with his name,he half wondered if this was simply some weak attempt a humour or whether she genuinely did not know. She was certainly appraising him, people generally did not look at you for so long unless they were busy drawing conclusions. Simo doubted he figured highly in her esteem. It was well known she had a thing with Horst, and obviously his attempt to take him alive or dead was hardly likely to ingratiate Simo to her.

Simo looked at her equally coldly doing his own bit of examination. For a humanish species, Simo supposed she was attractive but then he cared very little about women in that sense. She certainly from all he had seen of her was lively and fun loving, full of vices of all kinds. He watched with a trace of disdain as she smoked, vices and habits were weakness hin his eyes and she was riddled with them. The one he understood the least was her affection for Horst, a capable warrior but in Simo's estimations a little short on the intelligence front.

Simo, wondered whether to bother correcting her or addressing her at all. He generally distrusted and disliked most of the people at Spearpoint and he thought they probably felt the same about him. However, there was no need for their to create more enemies for himself, so he aired on the side of politeness.

“It'th Simo.” He said quietly in basic maintaining the masquerade of politeness.

He stopped looking towards her and lent over the railings with her looking out over the tree line. Judging by her less than lively demeanour she was either very badly afflicted by the partying the night before or in an unhappy mood about something. This might be an ideal time to glean something useful from her.

“Tho, I hope your not too badly hurt from the mithion, and the fethivities last night.” He said in a friendly voice a chirpy smile crossing his face. Simo did not care this was nothing less than a question designed to put her at her ease and her to talk.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

He seemed friendlier than she remembered. That aroused her suspicions, and Ervisa reached out gently with her senses, quickly discovering it was a facade.

So he was the type to play nice to get what he wanted. Oh she'd met many people like that, and she'd never been too fond of any of them. It wasn't as if she'd never lied or misrepresented herself, but by and large she was honest.

And direct, as she didn't generally beat around the bush.

However, this time she wouldn't call him on it. If he thought he could trick a forcie like that, then he was welcome to think he'd been successful. Instead she'd just have a conversation, but she'd be careful to figure out what he wanted.

And then not give it to him.

"Eh, just a few scratches from the mission. And believe me, I've had worse hangovers. My liver hasn't even begun to hate me yet."

The Mirialan woman waved her pack near the Rodian's face.

"Want a cig?" She asked cheerfully, rather certain the man would turn her down, as he hadn't seemed thrilled about her smoke to begin with.

Messing with him was enjoyable.

[Juzt]

Simo contemplated what she said about her liver for a moment. It signified something to him, it turned switches in his bacon slicer of a mind. It was a bit of information to be filed away for later. It was best to know as much about your allies as possible just in case they stopped being allies. Simo was careful and on his guard. In his relationship with Spearpoint he was under no illusions that he was the one who needed them more than they needed him. Yes Simo was a skilled, experienced and dangerous fighter but they had several people like that at Spearpoint. He was useful for them to have around, but in the recruitment stakes he was a 'would like' rather than a 'must have'. So Simo had to be careful and on his guard, as soon as Simo's usefulness was superseded by any problems he could cause, or if a sacrifice was in order Simo was going to be first on the list.

Simo felt very uneasy in this environment taking orders, doing as he was told his rank in front of his name on the door of his quarters. It was like a constant set of finger nails on a blackboard to him, it made him shiver and set him on edge. Simo was going to go along with what he was told to do, after all he had no choice. Without Spearpoint at his back he was a target for every bounty hunter in the galaxy, and the security forces of the Republic, and now because he was with Spearpoint the Sith. Simo had burned all of his bridges. Only one other possibility remained, he believed truly that Tisha, being the only person he trusted in the Galaxy would shelter him. He secretly adored the leader of the Yusk Rogues, though it had been sometime since he saw her. However, naturally considering the murder of his brother and that Rodia was a Republic world. Simo doubted Tisha and the rogues could hide him for long. So Spearpoint as much as the place made his green skin crawl was the only place left for him.

The former jedi waved some cigs in his face. Simo looked at them with barely concealed disdain. What a stupid habit to pick up. He respected her as a fighter but she was clearly weak willed.

“No.... I don't.” he said keeping his voice even with a little bit of difficulty.

He changed the subject quickly. “What is the matter? You don't theem entirely happy.”

He looked at her careful waiting her response and secretly wondered if the real reason he was here was to seek out someone to talk to. Though again he would never admit it being the outsider was tough but then he was not willing to push himself into their affections either.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Clearly he wasn't a fan of cigarettes, just like she'd guessed.

Probably one of those annoying health-fanatics who sucked the fun out of life with their insistence on a diet of foods the color of her skin, and of routine exercise. Why it was they couldn't let her stuff onion rings into her face in peace she didn't understand. After all, she had a fast metabolism.

And she still worked out.

Out came that fake concern, and now she had to decide how to react to it. Try to deceive him? Be honest?

Lie through her teeth.

"I'm not happy Simo. It's... It's personal. But, I'll tell you."

The Mirialan woman let herself sound much sadder than she was, dabbing at the corners of her eyes as she formulated her little story. In her true fashion, it would start small, and then grow.

"I don't want Horst to know, but I'm actually married already. I have been for five years, but I haven't seen him in three. And I'm worried now, because..."

Ervisa covered her face with her hand and tried not to laugh as she let out the big twist.

"He has my child. It was just a whirlwind romance on Jaemus, and I didn't know who he was at the time. But now a Sith General has my little son, little Rufus T. Barleysheathe. And I just don't know what to do."

The Mirialan sobbed, trying very hard not to laugh.

[Juzt]

Simo sighed quietly, truth be told he was a little disappointed. She was perhaps a little misguided but he had marked her out as one of the more intelligent members of Spearpoint, clearly had misjudged her. This was a thinly veiled and frankly pathetic attempt to earn his ire. Simo had become a dangerous and successful bounty hunter, well at least until recently, by being cold and indifferent to the jibes of others. Were Simo prone to laughter he would probably have giggled like an Idiot along with her. She clearly did not respect him, something he felt was idiotic but then he conceded that he did not respect many members of Spearpoint thought she had until now been an exception.

“Don't you feel, that what you thaid is a little juvenile?” His antennae twitched in place of a raised eyebrow.

“Frankly it is altho pathetic, I have had far worse and more intelligent jibes thrown at me before now.”

Simo glanced carefully at his fingers in a lazy way as if making sure they were clean. Simo was not the generally the sort of person to feel lonely, but here he certainly felt out of place. Spearpoint to his mind was filled with idealists, many of them had lived hard lives and had degrees of cynicism which he respected. However, they seemed to have learned nothing from these experiences. Simo did not believe in causes, he had never believed in anything in his life. Right and wrong to him were a nonsense, there was only what you can and can't do. People committed to goals that were not solely all about themselves was alien to him. Therefore he looked for their motives why were they all here? It also bemused him anyone could survive in a military environment being told what to do serving some abstract idea of community, nation or world. Communities only exist in peoples heads when they imagine they have something in common with someone else but it is all nonsense. However, he did feel alienated on some level.

“Thurely you have better things to do with your time?” The tone was even, and cold more like a droid's voice than an organic's.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa was faced with several options. The most entertaining one would be to stick with the bluff, to double down and keep at it. Of course he clearly wasn't buying it. At all actually, which was a real shame. Maybe she was slipping.

She could also switch to serious mode. But that wasn't really fun, and she didn't feel like having that conversation with Simo of all people. The Mirialan woman was far more keen on having a good time out of the Rodian instead of dealing with her gloomy dilemma about Horst.

As much as someone needed a glass of water in the desert, Ervisa needed a laugh. She was bound and determined to find one.

There was one more alternative she liked though. Confrontation.

"And why are you pretending to be interested in my problems, Sleemo?" Ervisa asked, fixing her gaze on his inscrutable eyes.

"We both know you aren't really interested, so what's your angle? I'll trade you honesty for honesty. And don't even try lying."

She'd be able to see through his lies with ease, provided she used her senses. He'd have to be one hell of a liar to slip by her. However, maybe she was underestimating him.

[Juzt]

Simo laughed, it was not a real laugh just something he felt a normal person would introduce into the conversation at this point. He agreed with her that lying to her might well be pointless, though it would be an interesting experiment to determine exactly how accurate her senses were. For him lying was a very pointful exercise it was an important part of almost anyone's psychological defence. Concealing your true intentions from people was very often a vital part of life. Not that Simo thought of himself as a particularly brilliant liar, the trick was to keep it simple. Such as that time when he pretended to be a fellow smuggler to that Twi'lek girl all so he could catch and kill one of his rivals for a Hutt's favour.

Of course he did not even have to lie in answer to her question, saying nothing could be just as effective. She was appraising him carefully, while he thought of the best response. He decided on the truth or at least a version of it.

“I jutht with to know more about my compatriots. Nothing wrong with that if after all we are going to work together.”

Compatriots sounded alien on his tongue and he rolled the word a little around in his mouth. Oh how he hated Basic. He knew that there would be some snide comment some time about his pronunciation and accent, which irritated him. He was also careful to keep any thoughts about the uses the information might be put to. Either as defence from betrayal or as something he could use when he felt it was tme to move on. He tried to push this out of his head, she may well have been able to guess it even without powers but it was an interesting test.

However, he was going to be careful about giving away much about himself, only a fool increased his knowledge at the expense of his position. His position for the moment was safe if a little precarious but safety was worth hanging on to even if it came at the expense of working with people whom he despised and who he knew despised him right back.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Sure ya do," Ervisa said with a laugh as she puffed on her cigarette.

If Simo was genuinely interested for benign reasons, the Mirialan woman would buy a hat, and then eat it. With hot sauce, and maybe some kind of ground meat. And a leafy green. Maybe the hat would form a kind of a shell and-

Yeah. That was a taco.

Point was, the Rodian was definitely not the type to play the cooperation card. If he wanted more dirt than anyone wore on the surface, it's because he thought it would be useful to him. That was the way these bounty hunters worked.

That was one line the Mirialan pilot prided herself on drawing. She'd been a spice-addict prostitute, but she STILL hadn't resorted to blasting anyone in the face for credits. That was something she considered far, far scummier than giving someone a good time in an alley.

Not that she wanted to go back to that.

"OK then buddy, you go first."

Ervisa had every expectation that would shut him up. Nothing else would shut up the man probing for information quite like demanding he make a sacrifice. If he was the type to grab information about others with the idea that it gave him power over them, he wasn't likely to give up the goods on himself.

"Unless that's a problem for you Simo darling," Ervisa said loftily like a Coruscanti talent agent, waving her cigarette around dramatically.

[Juzt]

Simo, considered more how she said what she said than the precise wording. She said what she said with a degree of satisfaction and confidence. She wanted him to offer up something about himself in exchange for what he was asking for. She probably hoped he would say no, which would simply end the discussion and leave him cowed. Information was power, and Simo did not surrender information he did not have to.

However, he felt the situation was resolvable to his benefit if he played intelligently with what information he had. He supposed she wanted some deep dark secret pulled from his past, some sob story or some traitorous crime that explained his current disposition and personality. Simo thought about it carefully, a mother who never loved him, and elder brother who made his life a misery. An absentee father who thought that sun shone out of the collective backsides of the Republic, falling in with a gang at a young age. This was all good stuff but not what he was comfortable talking about.

Then it hit him, he needed something that sounded terrible, but which he would not care about her knowing. He knew just the thing, an angry but regretful look crossed across his features. His eyes shining with all the upset and hurt he could layer on.

“ Very well. My Brother hated and bullied me as a child, he was popular, and tho all his thchool friends did the thame to me. Then I fell in with a criminal gang, and he had joined the local Police. This thplit our family apart, with us both on oppothite thides of the law. He always wanted to catch me doing thomething major, but he never could. Tho he and some of his Police buddies tried to frame me for a killing in the city. I-I-I did not want to do it but I had to...”

His face visibly drooped and stared at the floor. “I-I-I killed him, but I had to... to protect mythelf I never wanted it to come to that.” he lied. He had loved killing his brother it had been his first kill and a major thrill. It had disturbed him at first, but in the end the stupid cruel moron had deserved it. He was not sure if Ervisa would buy his act with her powers, but he had avoided her trap. He had given her back something useless and hoped she would not notice. This to him was a fun and interesting experiment.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Pro tip honey," Ervisa said flatly. "Don't try lying to a forcie like that."

It was transparent, and she wasn't even an accomplished telepath. It was more just a general sense, a change in the aura she could see. It was rather blindingly obvious, and it was hard for her to believe he'd honestly tried such a blatant lie.

If he expected quid pro quo to apply when he'd unloaded a steaming pile of bantha poodoo for his share, then he was sorely mistaken.

Also, he wasn't going to get any special favors from her over his family issues. The Mirialan woman had grown up in the Jedi Order, without her family. The only thing she'd been left was a family name that could apply to ten thousand people on Mirial, none of whom were likely to give a rat's ass about the prodigal daughter.

For her, there was no family. Once there'd been good guys and bad guys, but she was done playing that game. She was done with ideologies and rules, and now she did whatever the hell she wanted, only keeping herself within very general moral guidelines.

"Don't expect me to fawn all over you for a tough childhood. Bad things happen, and we live through them. I've had more than my share of tough knocks, and you don't see me running around blabbing about it to everyone."

You really didn't. Outside of Horst, Bit, and that one grey-skinned guy with the name she couldn't remember, no one knew about her last career, or her battle with spice addiction. And she wasn't about to talk about it.

Far more people knew she was an ex-Jedi, chiefly from the lightsaber on her waist, and she didn't even try to hide that one. She just kept the answers vague. People didn't bother you too much about that when you did.

[Juzt]

Simo nodded a little as she replied in what he judged to be a heated manner. His lie had been easily detected, though the thought had occurred to him that she may have mistaken all of his story for a lie. However, her final outburst indicated that this was not the case she at least accepted the partial truth. He had underestimated her, but then this had all been an experiment, reconnaissance a small probing attack to test defences.

Simo had made the assumption, that because of her attachment to Horst a man who Simo viewed as an utter buffoon, that Ervisa might well be one to. Why else would she attach her self to such a liability as he clearly was. Simo supposed in the end it all came down to sentimentality and an affection that frankly escaped him. Simo would have thought that some one of her intelligence would have more likely sort the companionship of Ethan a far more intelligent prospect. Simo shrugged these relationships baffled him. Simo had attempted unsuccessfully to pursue relationships in the past but more out of a sense that this was something expected of him rather than a genuine desire. Simo felt rather like a fan of Pazaak, he saw and knew how the game worked but was doubtful he could make it work himself. Simo liked to think of himself as someone without feelings , it of course was not true but those feelings he did have he did not really understand. Who was Tisha to him? He really could not explain it.

Here he stood staring impassively at the irritated ex-Jedi, he felt an odd feeling deep in his gut that he wanted her respect. His initial thought had been to continue to allow her to think of him as a moaner and whiner, complaining about his hard past, as this would make her misjudge him. However the rogue unbidden feeling that he had that he wanted to be respected stirred again. He had been once, on Nar Shadaa well respected for his skills and bacon slicer of a brain. How far he had fallen. The traces of anger resurfaced, he was feeling the need to justify himself to this shutta all because he could not escape the nightmare of Spearpoint. Simo tried to control it, but it pushed out just a little.

She never went blabbing to anyone? Perhaps not but he rather thought Horst probably knew stuff about her, another test and experiment was forming in his cold brain. The simpering, and hints of sadness that he been putting on before quickly melted and a slightly mocking demeanour took its place.

“I have lied to many Forthies in my time, it is amazing how little thome pick up.” He smiled a horrible smile, his head slightly to one side. Horst may well be her weakness.. he decided to press this point.

“I don't want you to fawn over me, not in the leatht. Besides you already do that for Hortht, I would hate to thep on any toes.” He emphasised the word 'hate'. “I am altho thure you have done thome blabbing to him in your time. What it must be like to feel thhame and embarrathment, and having to hide things. I pity you and all the other silly little people with a conscience.”

Simo wondered if he might be pushing her too far, but then it was an experiment....

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa's reply was holding true to the old statement, 'brevity is the soul of wit.' Namely, she raised her arm and raised a single finger from the middle of her hand, holding it up to the Rodian before blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke into his face.

Wordlessly, the Mirialan woman walked off, heading down the stairs a few feet away, her boots clicking on the duracrete steps. She made it down rapidly however, and proceeded at a walk midway between haste and leisure. Each footstep took her further away from Slimo.

Slimo was definitely going to be his new nickname. Definitely.

She wasn't really that bothered or pissed off. Just... Annoyed. He was far too rude.

Some people were just asses. Big, dumb, stupid asses. Like Horst sometimes. And then there were ass-HOLES. This Rodian was one of those, someone who liked causing turmoil and distress because it gratified him. And frankly, he'd keep at it. She'd just sent the message that he could piss off anyone he liked without consequences.

There was another chance to take a principled stand and fight for what's right gone straight down the toilet. Her Jedi days were over, and she'd assumed she'd stopped being a good guy then.

Well, there were advantages. Now...

On impulse, Ervisa turned, and sprinted towards the balcony, leaping up off of the ground in a force-assisted leap, and landed directly next to the Rodian. Promptly she sent a knee up to his stomach. Someone had to teach this guy a lesson.

The funny thing was, the Mirialan woman wasn't angry. This was just business, something she HAD to do. Someone HAD to put this guy in his place.

[Juzt]

Simo could tell she was was angry. Simo had learned to tell little things like that, the smoke in his face was a clue another big hint was the middle finger being shown to him. In his years living with humans and their near relatives he had discovered that the middle-finger was intended to be insulting some how. A sign language variant of a rude word. Simo was not particularly bothered by this, he had found that physically pain was something to be taken more seriously. So he smiled politely at her and shrugged his shoulders.

She quickly left, and Simo felt the discussion was over. He was mildly satisfied with this turn of events he had learned much about her and touched a few nerves made even sown a few seeds. However, on the whole something was niggling at him about this discussion. Simo was not generally given to rudeness, manipulation certainly but always of people who were solidly his enemies. Most other people he generally treated with respect and caution. Was that really what he wanted to do here? He had to work with these people there was no where else for him to go. Off this palnet's surface he was at extreme risk, should he really be antagonising his allies no matter how tempoary he wished them to be?

Simo turned and looked out over the balcony at the view of the jungle covered world. It was not a bad place, hot and humid just how any Rodian liked it. He put down his behaviour to the shock of having no where to go and being forced to work for someone who's goals were so wildly different from his own. Perhaps he should give an apology. One of course that was not genuine but maybe it would pave the way to a more comfortable relationship.

It was then that Simo heard boots thudding into stairs, he turned round curiously in time to see he green skinned woman hurtle through the air towards him. The sharp pain of a knee in his midsection winded, him and Simo staggered against the railings of the balcony, struggling to retain his footing. He looked at Evri with an intense look of disappointment, so like Horst. Fists and knees first everything else second. He had thought she was rather more intelligent than that, clearly he was wrong. She was going to try put him in his place. All thoughts of peace and trying to get along left his head, she was going to try and fail to put him in his place. He straightened up, and stood his full 6'5 wiry frame looming over her.

Simo had no qualms about hitting a woman, but he knew very well that if he struck back it would be a good excuse for them to get Ethan to chuck him out, and Simo could not let that happen.

“Does that make you feel better? A thneak attack on me. I thought Jedi were thuppothed to be above thuch tactics, but in the end everyone is the thame treacherouth and dangerouth.” He folded his arms and stared down at her.

“Perhapth you would like to hack me to bits with your lighthaber, or shatter my body with thome Force power or other. All because I was rude to you. Do you have no thelf control at all? I am not going to raithe a hand againth you, becauth I know if I did I would be out of here so quick my feet would not touch. So come on you have a free thot. Make yourthelf feel big at my expenth.”

He held his arms wide exposing his body to any attack she could think of. Simo felt oddly exhilarated with this gamble. Simo was determined not to be the one walking out of this looking bad.

“By force, or otherwith you can't make me do what you want me to.”
He was banking on something he had long since discovered. It was not fun or satisfying, fighting and baiting someone if they refused to fight back.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa folded her arms and waited for Simo to straighten out, which he did, and waited for him to try to bait her somehow, which he also did. He was really surprisingly predictable, and she was prepared this time, now that she knew his mode of operation.

She had a frown on her face, but that was the Mirialan's only external reaction, as she kept her arms folded and her posture relaxed.

"Believe me," The green woman said calmly after the Rodian finished his piece, "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead right now."

To enhance that point, Ervisa ran two fingers along the hilt of her lightsaber, smiling thinly. If he honestly thought that she was angry enough to kill him, then he was wrong. Very wrong.

"You just need a lesson taught to you. If you're going to hurt other people, I'm going to hurt you. Next time you're an ass, think about my knee hitting your stomach again. I'm not going to sit around like a doormat and take your crap. There's a line drawn in the sand now. I'm watching you."

Ervisa turned and vaulted down from the balcony, landing on her feet and walking off on her own, done with the interaction.

[Juzt]

Simo listened to her threats whilst holding his stomach a little. Just like most of the other people around Spearpoint she was rather keen and sanctimonious preaching and threats of violence if he did not do as he was told. It was the army way he supposed, take someone especially a trouble maker, and break them down into little bits and build them up again in the image that you desire. They wanted him to conform. Simo had never really been one to do as he was told in fact the more he was told to do it the more he wanted to do the opposite.

Before Simo could respond bitingly to her meaningless threats, and arrogant protestations about his behaviour, she leapt over the balcony and out of sight. Simo sighed and smiled a little and sat down in a near by chair. He had certainly made an impression, just as she had on his gut. He lazily pulled out his blaster, and as he saw her walk off aimed down the sights at her. That would be fun, but Simo had no desire to get chucked out of Spearpoint while he was still in danger from almost every bounty Hunter in the galaxy. He placed the blaster on the table and started to dismantle and clean it. He found the process very therapeutic. His long tendril fingers treating every part with respect and care, while his brain continued to work hard.

He held an internal debate, evidence was examined and consulted and conclusions reached and analysed in minute detail. Eventually Simo made up his mind about something. He had been taking entirely the wrong approach to Spearpoint. His interactions with Evrisa had shown this, his distaste of this group and his anger and frustration at being forced into it and the resulting curtailing of his freedom had over ridden his good sense. He was simply far too confrontational, putting everyone on the defensive so that they protected themselves rather eagerly. This situation would result in more bruises, and more people who were upset and therefore more people telling Ethan to ditch him. Simo's skills counted for something but eventually Ethan would tire of his trouble making and kick him to the curb, and until Simo's fire-storm had died down that was not something he could allow. However, Simo could also not allow himself to be intimidated this shutta and her half-wit boyfriend.

It was time for a change it was time for a return of the façade that had served him so well in his professional and private lives. Simo smiled as he reassembled his blaster and aimed down the sights, he knew what he must do...