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Sept 10, 2009 13:16:19 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Sept 10, 2009 13:16:19 GMT -5
As the man neared the entrance of the shop, something about him just felt.... wrong. No, that wasn't even right. He seemed dirty, vile. The sensation of it was heavy in the air. She didn't want to breathe it in. She never felt such a strong sensation from anyone before. He was like rotting trash left out in the sun for a week. Not even that. She couldn't think of a comparison. It made her blood run hot.
She could tell by Ryn's words that he seemed to feel the same. She watched from her dark corner as he turned to confront the man, placing himself between him and the woman. Maybe this guy really was just out to do good. It was still hard to believe, but the proof was right there in front of her face. If Vesta was going to sign on with him and Sam, she'd have to learn to believe a bit more in the good. She just hadn't seen enough of it in her lifetime to really want to look for it.
She wondered briefly why Ryn didn't just kill the guy and be done with it. His blind eyes glanced in her direction for the briefest of moments, and she realized that he was waiting for her to make a move. But why? It would be so easy for him. Was he wanting her to prove her worth or something? Well fine. She could do that. Yeah, it would be easy for him, but she could at least help.
It only took two steps to bring herself into position behind the man. She didn't want to be so close to him. She definitely didn't want to touch him. But hey, maybe her job was on the line. Once she was squarely behind him, Vesta had to consider he options. He was significantly taller than she was, so going for the neck probably wasn't the best bet. She wouldn't get a good angle. She could start with his back maybe, but his clothing was thick and might lessen the effects. The knee then?
She brought her foot up to slam into the back of his knee, but the shift in weight from both feet to one caused the floor to creak. The man, in spite of his size was very quick. He spun his body to the right, bringing that arm in a powerful sweep. Vesta had to lean far back to avoid the blow. She grabbed his right wrist with her right hand and, using his momentum, forced him to turn completely around. His back was now to Ryn, and her back was flat against his chest and stomach. This was not the best of positions, she would have to act quickly. Her foot came down on the man's instep. The pain caused him to lean forward slightly. This brought his head down within range. Vesta threw her own head backward, and it collided with the man's nose. There was a sickening crunch.
As his hands instinctively reached to protect the broken nose, Vesta spun to face him once again. With her palm open, she thrust her right hand forward and upward. It collided with his hands, which pushed hard against his nose, sending broken fragments further back into his skull towards his brain. But the man only stumbled back a couple of steps. She had not succeeded in puncturing the brain. She waited, her hands up and ready for him to move back towards her.
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Sept 10, 2009 14:29:25 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 10, 2009 14:29:25 GMT -5
Ana watched as the new person blocked the scary man from her. She cowered in the corner, waiting for the bad man to shove the stranger aside and break him... just like Asp...
Then, out of the corner of her eye she saw a woman appear. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as the other woman crept up behind the bad man. Ana couldn't for the life of her process everything that was going on, but when the man staggered a step forward and turned to attack the woman a rage filled her.
For a moment, a split-second, it terrified the young woman. But the moment passed as she leapt to her feet, blindly grabbing her hydrospanner from the table. As the man staggered backwards, his body turned towards Ana and before he could turn back to the other woman, Ana's arms raised and smashed the hydrospanner into his head.
He fell to his knees and she hit him again, as hard as her arms could swing the metal tool, right into his skull.
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"BREAK!" The tool smashed his skull in and still Ana struck his body. "BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"
Finally, exhausted both physically and emotionally, a blood covered Ana dropped to the ground and just sobbed. The hydrospanner fell from her hands and she whacked the body again with her hand.
"Break.. you bad man..."
She curled up into a tiny ball and simply sobbed... Her tormenter was dead and she had killed him, it was more than her innocent mind could handle.
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Sept 10, 2009 16:13:16 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 10, 2009 16:13:16 GMT -5
((ooc: okay, I dunno what you guys want to do, have Vesta and Ana talk? Tal and I will finish this as quickly as possible so you guys aren't bored. >.< I wish there was a logical way to put you guys in the palace without bloodshed.))
The boy gazed into the swirling midnight that was the evil man's aura, noting all of the flecks of sick colors that marred the otherwise pure black. It was almost as if the blackness of the man's soul darkened the area around him. Ryn could almost smell every sin of lust and greed that raidiated out from the leacherous man, the intent of the creature was quickly made abundantly clear in Ryn's mind. It would take a single deft stroke of his lightsaber to sear the man in half, a swipe that the 'grey' Jedi could execute in under a second.
But no. He had to see the abilities of Vesta, he had to see how far along she was in her training. The man watched the entire 'exchange,' though it looked more like the taller man was taking all of the hits. A small smirk etched its way across his lips as he watched Vesta's palm-heel strike connect with her opponent's nose. He reeled backwards, the blood flowing through his entwined fingers as they clutched onto his shattered nose. Ryn was about to make that deft stroke with his lightsaber when the girl's aura lept past him. His stark white eyes grew wide as he watched the girl beat the man over the head with her tool, then beat him to death. She was hitting the man well after his aura faded to nothing. But he dared not move up to stop her, lest he become the new target of her rage.
Sundar walked up to the girl after the storm of her rage passed and lightly put a hand on her shoulder. Under normal circumstances he would sit there to comfort her, but he simply had no time. The hutt would NOT be amused at his tardiness, even if it was due to a set of circumstances that were out of his control. So, he looked up at Vesta, "Could you look after her while me and Sam are at the hutt's palace? I doubt that the loathesome slug will take either of your presences kindly." He got up and nearly left when something caught his eye: a bright orange glimmer from one of the shelves. The Force seemed to call him to the shine, which turned out to be a set of three crystals that held the hue of the setting sun. He took the three crystals and slipped them into his pocket, he would be sure to pay the woman back when he returned.
Paying her back... yes, he would do that by freeing her from the oppression of the hutt. The man nodded to himself as he left the shop and walked past the man's speeder. He did a double take. The man had a speeder? Wait, why were they bothering with the old rust bucket? Ryn walked back to Sam's location, letting his gaze shift about the woman's form for a second before looking up at where her eyes were behind the golden aura. "Sam... don't worry about this rust bucket, there is a working speeder back by the shop. Its owner won't be missing it," said the grey Jedi as a little smirk crossed his face.
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Sept 10, 2009 17:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 10, 2009 17:14:17 GMT -5
((omg i FINALLY get to post!))
It was hot.
So VERY hot…but at least there was a slight breeze.
The binary suns of the planet scorched everything below them, the whole planet a sand ridden and baked ball that seemed to radiate its own heat in combination to the suns rays above. She hadn’t missed Tatooine at all, and the sooner they left the better…and it wasn’t just the heat that made her say that. Sam had perched herself on the edge of one side of the speeder, one leg planted against the cracked and dry ground, the other dangling in the air from her half seated position.
Achuta, mi bosco de Greegar?
The booming voice of the hutt replied, almost angrily on the other end of the com-link, his demands to know who was speaking and why causing the young woman to shake her head slightly.
Mi Samantha Zaftig, che murishani Ryn Sundar.
At the sound of a feminine voice, the hutt seemed most pleased, his tone becoming silky (as silky as a giant worm can become anyway…and no pun intended) as he replied to her. Just why was she calling him, he wondered. Sam sighed slightly, letting the hutt know she wasn’t pleased at the situation she found herself in. Upon informing Greegar that they were, in fact, going to be late due to the poor shape their speeder rental had been in…well, it was obvious he wasn’t at all amused. Another sigh and Sam ran a hand over her pulled back hair as she apologized for their tardiness in their meeting.
<< I know you’re a busy man, Greegar…trust me, this is the LAST thing we wanted to happen. I can assure you, we’ll be there as soon as possible. >>
This seemed to appease the slug slightly, though she got the distinct impression that he wasn’t about to be the ‘gracious’ host when they got to his palace. As the link cut off, Sam stuffed it in her belt and sighed heavily. She’d bought them a little time, but not much…and the more late they were, the worse off for them.
As time went on, Samantha became more and more anxious, pacing about the hunk of scrap and wondering just what was taking them so long. How difficult was it to talk to someone and have them come take a look at this scrap heap?
—Ryn, I hope you’re doing something important right now because I swear if you’re just lolly gagging around and this hutt kills us…I’m coming back to haunt you.--
It was just about then that her annoyance level doubled and took form, the form of jawas.
Groaning at her luck today, the five little beings scurried right up to her chattering away about the speeder she was watching. It was obvious they wanted to buy it for parts, or to sell, or…something…but that only furthered her annoyance once more. She wasn’t particularly fond of jawas to begin with, but add them to an already sticky situation with a hutt and it just irked her. Letting out a sigh, she folded her arms across her chest and rested all her weight on one leg, tapping the other foot. This should make her annoyance nice and obvious….it was too bad the jawas couldn’t care less.
No, you can’t take it. I’m not selling….no, I don’t care what you think you can pay me….it isn’t even mine, that’s why…..are you kidding me? I wouldn’t sell the engine for that much, never mind the whole thing!.....
It was in the middle of all of this that Ryn finally decided to appear.
—Finally he shows up…—I said no....now get out of…what?
The question was directed at Ryn as he spoke. She canted her head to the side slightly in her confusion, but nodded all the same.
Fine…take it you carrion birds….but the helmet is mine.
She stated, snatching Ryn’s helmet from the seat as one of the jawas tried to reach for it. Huffing, she held it out to Ryn as she walked up to him, then ran a hand down her face. Jawas…one of the most irritating races she’d ever come across. Bad for your mood and bad for business. Decent mechanics sometimes, but that didn’t really make them worth the headache.
What in the name of the goddess took you so long, Ryn? That hutt is liable to eat us alive at this rate…and if he isn’t hungry his pets certainly will be…..and what’s this about a speeder?
She pressed as she followed along beside him, her arms still folded across her chest as her irritation slowly ebbed away.
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Sept 10, 2009 19:04:50 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 10, 2009 19:04:50 GMT -5
((ooc: When I said finish this asap I meant it xD feel free to post whenever you'd like, Meira or SCB... hopefully we should have this done tonight and the next thread up tomorrow.))
Ryn kinked his head to the side ever so slightly at the Jawa's as they practically begged her to allow them to take the speeder. He was almost inclined to allow them to take the worthless hunk of plastisteel, but it wasn't his. So, it wasn't his decision. However, he wasn't about to push the blasted thing back to the rental place, so he may just have to abandon it and what the Jawas did with it was their prerogative.
He blinked at her as she handed him his helmet, he forgot that he'd even taken it off of his head. Seeing as everything was translucent, even the beskar helmet, it wasn't much of a stretch for him to not miss it. Ryn gentley took the hunk of steel from her grasp and slipped it over his head, his view went from perfectly clear to only a faded image of the visor over what was on the other side. (That was phail, I'm sorry.) "Thank you, Sam. And I was helping the shopkeep, she was troubled. I will tell you on the way to Greegar's palace."
The grey jedi turned around and lead Sam to the now dead man's speeder, opening the passenger door to allow her entrance into the air conditioned and enclosed speeder before anything else. After the woman with the golden aura was inside of the speeder he circled around the front and entered himself, the cool air lapping against the hot plates of his armor. The speeder was already started, so he hit the gas and zoomed off across the arid planes of the dune sea. "The shopkeeper... we are going to be buying her. She is a slave to the hutt, and I think that she was abused." The man thought for a moment, and quickly realized that he couldn't afford a pet bought from the hutt, let alone a slave. "I can't let her live on like that, Sam. I may not be part of the Jedi Order any longer... but I'm still a Jedi. I just don't know how to pay for her..."
He occasionally glanced back and forth between Sam and his driving occasionally, but he mostly kept his eye on the road desert until he reached the hutt's palace. Once there he keyed the ignition and looked over at Sam. "Lets hope he's not too angry."
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Sept 10, 2009 20:18:48 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 10, 2009 20:18:48 GMT -5
She shrugged off his thanks with a smile that swiftly faded as he talked about the shopkeep being…troubled. Grey eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t press the subject. If Ryn said he’d tell her, he’d tell her…he’d never given her any reason to think the contrary. As the speeder came into view, she eyed it appraisingly. It was in excellent condition considering the planet, and she wondered just who the, now former, owner was.
Much to her surprise, Ryn opened the door for her and for a moment she paused, taken aback at the show of chivalry. With a bright smile, she put one hand on his arm in thanks as she moved around the door and sat down in the blessedly cool speeder. Whoever it had been it was likely he’d worked for someone wealthy…perhaps one of the more prominent moisture farmers? Perhaps it was one of those blasted sharks that had tried to collect on the woman…Vesta? Yes, Vesta...earlier. Either way, she relaxed into the seat and rested her head back, moving the heavy serape so the cool air could hit her more directly. Closing her eyes she waited for Ryn’s explanation. When it came, she was hardly pleased, her head coming up and her eyes opening once more in her surprise.
Wait, what?!....she’s a what, for whom?! Ryn are you insane?!
Sighing, she put a hand to her forehead and attempted to relax again. She could understand his sentiments, she hated hutts herself, especially because of their slavery, but that didn’t mean he could just go around freeing every slave they came across. They couldn’t afford it, and they certainly didn’t want to make enemies with a hutt.
Goddess help me….Ryn, I hope you didn’t do anything stupid in that shop…you have NO idea what these Hutts can do, and we don’t have the funds to go about freeing people. Much as I hate slavery, and as much as it would be nice to help her…and she’s one of the Hutt’s slaves….gorram…Ryn, this is going to be bad. Hutts are possessive and greedy as any one species can be, he’s not gonna just let his slave go for some small sum of money…and they don’t use credits out here.
Sam sighed again, attempting to let go of her sudden frustration and fear of what Ryn might have just unknowingly brought down upon them. She was silent for a long time as she watched the sand dunes fly past, her mind racing to come up with a plan. Her face was a carefully practiced neutral, belying none of her emotions outwardly, and from that, she was able to focus her inner emotions better so they didn’t radiate out from her. Finally she grumbled something to herself and folded her arms. She didn’t like what she was about to suggest, but…it was the best bet. As they slowed to a stop in front of Greegar’s palace and he cut the power to the engines, she finally looked over to him.
A few things before we go in….first and most important. I’m translating for you…don’t let them tell you otherwise. Be more than polite, and choose your words carefully. Pet his ego a bit and you’ll get farther…Hutts are prideful, so play into that no matter what you may or may not want to do. You’re going to be judged as soon as you step up to the door, and more so once we enter. Do not you’re your helmet off under any circumstances….you’re mando in that armor, so you’d better act like it.
Second…I’ve come up with an idea for the slave.
She paused for a moment, turning her face back to the front so it was obvious she wasn’t looking at him any longer.
We’re on a gambling planet…everyone here loves a good bet….Hutts are no exception. We don’t have the funds, so we make a bet with him…something dirty. He doesn’t know you’re a jedi, so it has to be a bet you can manipulate…dice maybe…
Sam sighed, not at all liking where her mind had taken her in this plan.
You’ll need something to put up for bet…I’m your girl. Greegar already knows my voice, I think he’ll like the body….so you can put me up for bet. He wins he gets me…you win, you get the slave.
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Sept 10, 2009 22:44:37 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 10, 2009 22:44:37 GMT -5
It was hard for a Jedi not to be smart, what with their connection to the Force. But "smart" only covered book smarts, not necessarily street smarts. Ryn was not street smart. He hadn't quite realized that killing the hutt's thug could possibly anger the hutt, mostly it hadn't crossed his mind until Sam began to yell at him. "I-i... I may have seen the thug killed. Though, it was the slave that did the killing. Not me or Vesta," he said, while yes... Vesta had most certainly started it... the slave girl ended it. Not that it mattered much.
The grey Jedi listened to every word that his partner said, taking everything in that he could. It would be hard for the noble hearted Grey Jedi to act like a cold, calculating, and heartless mandalorian bounty hunter... but he'd have to try. Especially if he wanted to get Sam out of the palace alive. Wait? What? She would put herself up for the gamble? No.... he shook his head. "We can't risk that, Sam, there has to be another way. You are far too important to me to give up, I may be able to... manipulate... our odds, but that's still no guarentee" He paused for a moment, thinking about his alternatives. After a few moments, he sighed behind his visor, "I suppose there is no other way, is there?"
With another sigh, he got out of the speeder and circled around it to open up her door, allowing her to exit the vehicle. Then began his facade as one of the mandalorian warriors.Ryn walked up to the massive door, his back straight and stride with a confidence-born-of-arrogance swagger to it. It wasn't long before he got into the door to open and a twi'lek flanked by a pair of Gammoreans greeted them in his native tongue. Ryn, of course, couldn't possibly comprehend what was being said... but he followed the man up to the hutt's throne room nonetheless.
His blind eyes looked about the vagabonds of the room, each one looking at the 'mandalorian' bounty hunter with almost evil eyes. Each one wanting him to shrink away into nothing. But he would not, he could not. The life of a slave girl, his new apprentice, and that of a beautiful blond were up to him.
Ryn couldn't fail... not this time...
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Sept 11, 2009 11:31:53 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Sept 11, 2009 11:31:53 GMT -5
The man never came back, not to her, and not to life. As Vesta had waited for him to turn back try to fight, a blur of movement stopped him. A shriek, a thud, another thud, another. Crunching, splattering. The man was dead before Vest could even register what had happened. Something warm hit her face. Vesta touched it with her hand and saw that it was blood, splattered from the many strikes the woman was dealing to his brain. Her eyes wide, Vesta looked to Ryn. It was hard to believe that the woman who had cowered just moments ago, such a scared creature, had done such damage to the intruding man. His body was slumped on the ground, a pool of blood forming on the floor. What was it that the woman had shouted? Break? She broke him alright.
Ryn had lowered himself next to the woman, to comfort her, but not for long. He had asked Vesta to do it. To care for her while he was gone to the palace. It was logical, but Vesta had opened her mouth to protest. When no words came out, she simply nodded. Ryn left the shop and for a moment, Vesta simply stood there, unsure of what to do. She didn't know how she was supposed to comfort the woman. She didn't even know her. Maybe just getting her away from the body might help.
Vesta stepped over the man's lifeless form, toeing the hydrospaner out of the way as she did. Then slowly, she lowered herself down next to the woman and placed her hands gently on her shoulders.
C'mon. She said, her voice was a little weak, but hopefully comforting. She applied a slight pressure to the woman's shoulders to encourage her to stand. Let's clean you up.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 13, 2009 17:08:51 GMT -5
Oh for the love of the Goddess, Ryn….I sure hope he doesn’t figure out what happened…for all our sakes…and we have to, Ryn. If you want the slave freed then you have to put me up for bid. We can’t risk anything else, and I’m clever enough to get out on my own if I must.
The red headed blond had missed his subtle hint at how he felt about her, and she had simply moved on to business. That was her mode right now: business…everything else would just get in the way. She nodded to his question. He was correct.
No, there isn’t any other way. I’d thought about it the entire way here. Besides, I trust you enough to get me out of any trouble that might pop up.
Sam patted his forearm lightly and watched as he got out of the speeder. Just as she was about to open the door it swung outward, Ryn having come around and opened it for her. With a blush and a smile she thanked him again and repositioned her serape to cover her body once more…she didn’t need the slug or his minions to see what he might be getting before she wanted them to. As they were led inside Sam sniffed at the gammoreans attempt at mando’a. She didn’t speak much, only a few words, but she KNEW that sounded bad…the pig-people just weren’t meant to speak anything but their own language. Nothing else suited their mouths.
We understand basic…no need to be over polite.
She told them smoothly as she came up beside Ryn, just before passing him so she was in front by a few inches. As they were led into the main room of the palace the, now red-headed, blond simply ignored the glares, the whispers…the smell…it wasn’t anything new to her. Along the way one of the men along the wall nodded at her and she smirked slightly, returning the gesture. Another Bha’lir, it seemed, was in the palace, and that was good to know. She’d seen the man twice before…he was a prince in the fold, so it wasn’t any surprise to see him hanging about where smuggling might be done. Either way, she passed him by and continued onward. Upon reaching the main hall, the gammoreans left them, allowing the two outlaws to introduce themselves. Sam immediately bowed.
Bo shuda Greegar. Mi Samantha, an bu murishani Ryn Sundar.
With a smile she straightened once more as the hutt nodded and hrummed his approval.
<< You’re late, but not as late as I thought you might be. Good…and you don’t need a translator…even better. I’m liking you already. >>
Sam chuckled slightly and shook her head.
<< I am the translator, Great One. >>
With a chuckle, the Hutt nodded and Sam turned to Ryn, telling him what had happened thus far before stepping to the side slightly and allowing him through.
Remember, there are basic speakers in here, so think hard before you say something I might have to…translate differently…to keep us out of hot water, okay?
She whispered to him.
<< So, you have come for the bounty on Rorrshak…you have the information I sent out then and know that he is a madclaw…>>
He wants to be sure that you already know the bounty, Rorrshak is a madclaw.
It really didn’t take much to be a translator…at least not for hutts. They were fairly simplistic once you got down to brass tacks: petty, greedy, vengeful, gamblers, and straight forward….they didn’t hold much back and spoke their minds like it or not…until you got on their bad side…then you had to read between the lines. Either way it didn’t seem like Greegar was overly angry at them for being late (thanks to her contacting him) and so thus far her job was easy enough.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 13, 2009 19:22:36 GMT -5
Ryn's blind eyes shifted about the room until they finally settled on the creature that lay on a great slab, its aura colored a sick green. The creature's greed ran so deep that it even seemed to permeate the deep recesses of his soul, it was beyond a surface intention. It wasn't just the way that he dealt in business... it was him. He shook his head back and forth ever so lightly as Sam spoke, clearing out all of his thoughts and musings on the corpulent creature that lay before him. Stark white eyes gazed at the hutt behind the visor, never blinking, as Sam relayed the hutt's words.
A simple nod dipped his chin before he keyed the suit's external comm system, "I am." Talking was never his forte, action was. Good thing, too, Mandalorians weren't exactly known for their eloquence, "it would be fool hardy to come to this exchange without that knowledge." The grey Jedi took in the brief moment of silence before speaking once more, "payment. The wave on the holonet was for twenty thousand alive, ten dead. I did not come here to haggle you up, or to be haggled down, simply to accept the contract... and play a game of chance."
The man swept his eyes across the various beings that stood, or sat, about the room. Each one was stiff and silent, the only movement in their form was the swirl of their aura's... each one as unique as the person that it clung to. A slight sigh escaped his lips behind the helmet as Ryn's gaze met with the hutt once more, such a pompous and greedy being was he. If it weren't suicidal he'd consider slaying the beast... it would most certainly be doing the galaxy a favor. "This one," he gestured towards Sam, "I offer up her in a bet. One roll of the die," he waited another brief moment before speaking yet again. "One of your slave girls that run an establishment on the outskirts of Mos Espa. I want her. The die rolls blue, then your slave becomes mine. Red, mine becomes yours."
He loathed himself for this, but it was... very... unlikely that the die would roll anything other than blue. Ryn would make sure of that, "deal?"
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 13, 2009 20:06:23 GMT -5
Sam stood silently as Ryn spoke, the hollow and mechanical reverberation of Ryn’s voice echoing coldly through the armor’s com unit. As he paused, she spoke, her mind already having translated his words and now simply expelling them verbally so that the hutt could understand. As he continued, she paused again and gave him a look of ‘surprise’…of course, the surprise didn’t reach into her emotions, but was rather just an act. As Ryn paused again, she began her translation once more. As time passed, and the Hutt heard what the ‘mando’ had to say, he chortled loudly.
<< I like you hunter…you’re a bad businessman, but good for business. What game of chance do you wish, and for what would we be betting?>>
Sam sighed slightly, and informed Ryn of the reply. When he offered her up as his side of the bet, she put on a good show for the hutt…all the traces, all the tells, all the physical signs of surprise and fear she showed…her muscles bunching, her eyes widening, she even managed to speed up her heart rate. The hutt chuckled again at her ‘reaction’ to the situation and grumbled to himself thoughtfully for a moment after Sam had translated this last offer.
<< Hmmm…which slave girl? I have three in Espa…and why would I want this one? She hides herself under a blanket, she cannot be that pretty and unless she has some other use, I would not want her. >>
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Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 13, 2009 21:40:03 GMT -5
The "mandalorian" only let out a heavy chuckle, allowing his shoulders to bob up and down a few times before curbing the action. "Not pretty?" Ryn reached over to Sam and pulled the serape off of her form slowly, allowing everyone in the room to see her beauty... and she was just that, beautiful. Not that Ryn could see it. Once again his heart sunk down to his feet at the thought, why did it bother him so? Why did seeing her physical apperance with his own two eyes matter so much to him? He flung the serape over his shoulder, making it look almost like a Kama used by the Mandalorian warriors... though much longer.
"So now you want her?" he allowed a smirk to etch across his face behind the visor, "The one that owns 'ship parts plus'." The man looked about the room once more, the 'statues' that were littered about the room were still as lifeless as ever. Was it really that much of a spectacle to see a bounty hunter taking a contract with this slug? He mentally shrugged, maybe it was just him.
It wasn't long until one of the hutt's lackeys pulled out a simple six sided die, three sides with a blue dot and three with a red one. "Roll it. I'd hate to put up such a valuable piece of property with my odds being... hampered. Or on the premise that the die isn't loaded," the mechanical tone of his suit's voice comm system added a chilling effect to his words. The man rolled the die a few times, proving that it wasn't loaded, before handing it to Ryn. The bounty hunter only shook his head and pointed to Sam, "she rolls."
It would be worlds easier if he already had a telekinetic grip on the little thing, trying to accurately grasp and realistically place it on one of the three blue dots. "Its the slave's life, she rolls," he spoke short and gruff. While this was... unusual... he hoped that it wouldn't seem too far fetched. His eyelids slowly slid closed behind his visor as he cleared his mind of all thoughts. He reached out of the confines of his own mind, his own body, towards the little cube in Sam's grasp. Everything was interconnected with everything else with taut piano strings, each one made a slightly different tone and pitch when plucked. All that he had to do was pluck the right strings, send the right pitch and tone through the Force... and the ripple would be enough to modify the chance to something in his favor.
The die rolled. He began to pluck the strings.
But there was something else... another tone, one that surprised him. Its pitch played a sick note, one of greed... one of evil... and one that surprised (and disgusted) him enough to drown out his own plucking. He moved his fingers ever so slightly, trying to counteract this surprising resistance with a different direction. All that this did was delay the inevitable. The die began to spin on one of its corners on the cement, refusing to slow enough to chose a side to rest on. It took a long moment, but finally Ryn's unseen opponent plucked the final string, causing the ripple to stop the die dead.
The die, it landed on red.
Ryn's heart sunk below his feet... into nothing. He'd lose Sam, forever, and why? Because he had to be a hero and save a girl. What did she get out of this? Nothing. What did Sam get out of this? Slavery. What did the poor girl in the shop get out of this? More slavery. The tears that should have begun forming at his eyes refused to do so, they were hindered by the glands in his eyes... which where seared shut. "May I have a moment with s-this one," he asked... the cold, mechanical tone of his comm system hiding the strained voice that was its source. After an approval was given he pulled Sam into a private room, removing his helmet once the door was fully closed. He dropped the useless thing of steel on the cold, hard ground. It looked like the man should have been crying, but he wasn't. He couldn't, not physically. His face was beat red, his nose clogged, and his eyes held a certain, sad, look about them.
"S-sam... there was another... he isn't strong... just surprised me," he said, the lump in his throat straining every last syllable of his speech. Ryn pulled the woman close, wrapping his arms around her, wishing that he didn't have the suit of armor so he could feel the warmth of her body against his. "And I never even got to see your face," he whispered sadly in her ear.
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Post by Keilara on Sept 14, 2009 15:14:19 GMT -5
Ana was unresponsive as the other woman nudged her. Her thoughts were a jumble that slowly was being untangled and not to any real benefit for the young woman. The tears stopped and Ana lay in a silent ball on the floor. Minutes passed and finally she uncurled herself and stood, stepping away from the mess on her floor.
"Geegee?" A small voice came from her, calling for the one companion she'd had for her entire life. The droid came out of its hiding place in answer to her summons. "Yes Miss Ana?" The droids visual receptors took in the mess and the other woman sitting on the floor and exclaimed.
"Mistress Ana... what a mess you've made in here! And you have a guest. How rude of you to leave her sitting in the floor like that. Remember your manners."
Ana blushed and turned, eyes studiously avoiding the pulpy lump in the middle of her floor and held out a hand.
"Hello, my name is Ana and this is my droid Geegee. What's your name?"
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Sept 16, 2009 1:22:45 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 16, 2009 1:22:45 GMT -5
Sam had been about to toss the wrap aside when Ryn laughed, his shoulders moving with the sound. Confused, she nearly jumped out of her skin when he actually reached over and pulled the cloth off of her himself. Her eyes went wide and she felt vulnerable. Certainly she’d meant to move it out of the way so they could see her, but not to take it OFF. For a person who knew kinesthetic speech, the covering was a realm of comfort, they could read and not be read. Sam, while used to both worlds, had recently readjusted to the security the wrap gave her, and now to be stripped of it…well, at least she was acting as the surprised slave now. The Hutt boomed his approval of her form and she blushed, hunkering up beside Ryn as if for protection from the giant slug and the greedy eyes of the others in the room.
He finds your wager…more than acceptable.
She informed him as she moved away from him once more and got comfortable in her own skin again. Watching the happenings, she eyed the die carefully. It was simple, effective, and best of all…not loaded. When he pointed to her and stated that she was rolling, she blinked up at him, mildly confused but not unwilling. Taking the die from the hand of the man who held it out to her, she rolled it about between her fingers a bit, getting a feel for it in her hand. She’d done a bit of gambling before and she liked the feel of dice in her hand, so her getting a feel for the little cube was second nature. After a moment she took a steadying breath and tossed the little bone item across the dusty and sandy floor.
Grey eyes watched it sharply as it tumbled across the ground, bouncing here and there if it came across something in its path. Finally it seemed to reach its destination and spun, as dice were wont to do, but it just…kept spinning. For an agonizing moment she watched it, the room’s collective breath held as they watched for the outcome. When it came, and it did come, Sam nearly felt her heart stop.
Red.
She couldn’t think, she couldn’t feel, she wasn’t even sure if she was breathing or not…she just stared dumbly at the red coloring that filled her view. Why? Wasn’t he supposed to be the jedi? The one who had the ability to use the force to bend things like this to his will? What had gone wrong? Why? Now not only was the girl still a slave, but she was as well. Only through her subconscious did her kinesthetic training hold tight to her body, keeping her impassive, only the slightest traces of sadness evident on her face and in the slackening of her hands. Her emotions, however, ran rampant with her heart as she battered against herself. It was the bloody jedi’s fault for having to be all noble and save a slave girl! On the other hand, Sam had given him the idea to use herself as a wager, so really this was all her fault. On the other hand, Ryn was the one who was supposed to have seen to it that the die landed right. On the other hand, she’d not actually made certain that he could do something like that. On the other hand, he’d not said he COULDN’T either. On the other hand…
She blinked as she heard the vocabulator crackle to life beside her once more, interrupting her thoughts. The hutt chuckled, obviously pleased and amused at the fact that the bounty hunter seemed to like this slave more than he cared to admit, and voiced his approval of the request. Sam translated quietly and followed obediently as he pulled her into one of the side rooms. The thunk of his helmet on the floor made her jump half a mile out of her skin before she dared to even look up at him. Once she did, all she felt was another wave of sadness. He really hadn’t meant for this to happen, and it was obvious he felt horrible about it. Of course the woman wondered why he wasn’t crying, he looked like he should have been, but she decided against asking. His words had her tilting her head slightly, confused about what he was talking about.
Another what Ryn? Who? What are you talking about?
Samantha gasped slightly as he pulled her into that hug, her body pressing against the unyielding metal of his armor. Despite the odd feeling, the almost uncomfortable hardness of the suit, she rested her head against his chest and sighed a bit. There wasn’t much they could do about it now. At his words, she gave a thoughtful look before perking up a bit.
Well…maybe you can…in a way, anyway. I…well, I’ve worked with some of the injured vets in the military…some of them were blind. I kinda…picked up a few tips here and there. I mean, if you wanna try, that is. I wouldn’t want to force you.
…um…no pun intended.
She said, trying to keep her voice a happier tone than she really felt.
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Post by Meira on Sept 16, 2009 8:53:58 GMT -5
When the young woman would not move, Vesta wasn't sure what to do. So she stayed, crouched next to her, ready to help should she need to. Moments passed, but all the other woman seemed to do was breathe in the small ball that she had made of herself.
When the woman finally stood, Vesta watched her. The hydrospaner wasn't close enough for the woman to grab... in case her attack on the now dead man wasn't simply self defense, but more psychotic in nature. Vesta was fairly sure she could take the woman should crazy be the case. But she didn't think this woman was crazy. It was obvious by her earlier behavior that this man had been a source of terrible fear, and probably pain in her life. Her sudden burst of violence was hopefully not going to happen again.
When the woman spoke, calling a name, Vesta was warry once again. Who was this Geegee? It didn't take long for the answer to become apparent. A droid soon entered the room to answer the woman's call. As soon as the droid was in the room, it began to scold the woman. Vesta watched the droid with confused eyes. It wasn't often that one heard a droid scolding a living being. It sounded like a nanny droid.
But before Vesta could ponder the droid's strange behavior, the woman was introducing herself. Vesta stood, not taking her eyes off the woman or the droid. The word crazy came back to her thoughts. Who in their right mind would talk like this with a severely messy dead body in the middle of the room? But in all, Vesta didn't feel threatened so much as confused. And in any case, she didn't have anything better to do until Ryn and Sam came back. She shook Ana's hand.
I'm Vesta. The blood still on the woman's hand made it a bit slick, but Vesta shook it nonetheless. When she let go, she looked back down at the body on the floor.
We'd better do something about this.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 16, 2009 21:04:00 GMT -5
Ryn nuzzled the side of his face into hers as she spoke. He could sense the sadness within the woman's heart, and it was his fault. A sigh pushed its way out of his mouth as he looked at her aura... her soul... which seemed to have dimmed slightly. He couldn't stand it. She was now a slave because of him and his odd sense of 'nobility,' that involved risking one woman's sovereignty for another's.
Now, he was at an impass. He could either take the cowardly way out and allow Sam to live in slavery for the rest of her days, or he could take the noble path and sacrifice himself for her freedom. Yes. He looked at the room right adjacent to the one that those two were currently occupying, away from the hutt's palace. It was empty, save for a sole Gammorean that stood within range of the second phase of his lightsaber. All it would take from him would be to press his emitter to the wall, ignite his lightsaber, kill the gammorean, then cut through the wall. After that the stairs weren't too far away....
Then she spoke, "another Force User. He is barely as powerful as I was when I was a padawan, but he surprised me. I think he already had a solid telekinetic grasp before I did. He surprised me," Ryn gave another sigh, "if only I had another chance." The boy looked down at his feet as a new wave of emotion hit him: regret. He wished that he never met that slave girl, wished that he wasn't the noble sort to be terribly disturbed by her predicament... and most of all... he regretted allowing Sam to use herself as a bargaining chip.
Again, her voice interrupted his thoughts, he gave her an inquisitive look before speaking, "how could I do that? I can't see. Well, I can... just not your face. Only your aura," he trailed off, voice plagued with sadness. He looked back through the wall at the adjacent room... a second Gammorean now walked along its length, he'd only have to wait a bit longer. After the second pig-man had passed he'd kill the first with a quick swipe through the wall, then cut out a hole and escape with Sam via the new gap he created. Simple. Ryn looked back at the woman and waited to see what she where she was going with her offer.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 16, 2009 22:23:10 GMT -5
She nodded and sighed slightly as he informed her about the other force user. Well that was about it then…maybe Vik could help her out of this m…wait, another chance? She paused, uncertain if she wanted to suggest her idea or not, however, Ryn had just spoken again, pulling her thoughts back to their original path.
Oh!...um…well, you see, what they did…how they learned people’s faces…they used their hands, their fingers, to learn the contours of the face or object they were studying. It helped them get an idea of what it looked like. Can I?
She asked this as she took one of his gloved hands. Only once she had his permission did she take the glove off, then the other, and tucked them into the top of her pants pocket. Gently she took his hands and brought them to her face, closing her eyes. It was a bit awkward at first, feeling his finger tips run along the various contours of her face as he learned it, but that feeling swiftly dwindled as she relaxed to the point where she actually enjoyed his touch. It stirred her blood slightly and made her hot in the face as she blushed. Finally his hands stopped, holding her jaw line gently. Slowly, grey eyes opened and she gazed up at him.
Ryn…you might have another chance. I’m just…there’s a…friend…here in the palace. The man I nodded to earlier, he might be able to help…but…it would be another game of chance, and…I’m not sure if it would be a good idea to try again.
Samantha was scared. She admitted it to herself easily, but that didn’t make her any less frightened or uncertain about her suggestion. Her idea had failed once, and she didn’t want to bring anyone else into this if her idea had a chance of failing again.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 17, 2009 1:23:10 GMT -5
Ryn nodded at her request to take his gloves off. He saw no purpose in barring her request... especially on the eave of their "escape." The man watched her almost inquisitively as she took his hands and brought them to her face, allowing him to feel the contours of her face... it was then that he fully realized what she was doing: granting a request. He would now know what her face looked like, even if it was just a mental image. But a mental image was something, certainly far better than nothing at all.
His fingers slid about the soft flesh that was pulled over her face, feeling out every last curve and contour that her bone structure supported. It didn't take long for a mental picture of the woman to form in his mind, and it was beautiful. At least in his eyes. His fingers began to tremble ever so slightly as the slid down to hold the bottom of her jaw, and one of his thumbs began to brush itself against her soft cheek. Ryn couldn't see her eyes, but he could figure out where they'd be set in her head... or guess at least, and he simply gazed into that point. Slowly, cautiously, he angled her chin up ever so gentley with his palms... then bent his neck down to draw closer to her face. Only until his nose was nearly brushing against hers did he tilt his head to the side, allowing their faces to fit together like two pieces in a jig saw puzzle.
The man's lips pressed against Sam's, locking them together for a few long moments. During those few moments practically inhaled her presence, both through the Force and through his own sense of smell. Taking in each little detail about her. Each little quirk and quiver about her aura. He gazed at her very soul through those blind eyes of his, that golden aura that stormed about her form, it was so close... so detailed, yet so chaotic. It was a hurricane of color and intent, full of golden streaks and odd colored specs, each meant nothing... and everything at the same time. To try and describe what he saw right then, it would be like trying to describe color to a blind man (odd comparison, eh?). For that brief moment he was close enough to peer into the depths of her soul, yet he couldn't understand the information as it was given.
But he didn't care.
Her lips. They were so soft. So plush. So opulent. He inhaled deeply once more, allowing himself to be reminded of what he'd lost all those years ago. All those memories flooded back into his mind, all of the good ones. None of th bad. Until... until it reached the part when he learned that it was done. Over. The other party was killed. Then a wave of sadness streaked throughout his mind, it made him pull back from the kiss ever so slowly. After a few moments of just gazing into that chaotically beautiful golden aura of hers he shifted his gaze over to the room. The second Gammorean was gone, "lets go, there is more than one way out of this room." The man drew his lightsaber and walked towards the wall with a grim determination about his face, he'd get her out of the palace... even if it meant sacrificing himself. He wouldn't allow her to die like Tal.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 17, 2009 4:06:59 GMT -5
She hadn’t expected him to kiss her. Of all things for him to do, that hadn’t been even a consideration for her mind. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it…oh no, she enjoyed it alright…she just had been caught off guard. At the touch of his warm, soft, lips, she practically melted in his arms. Her muscles relaxed and she leaned against him, taking in the feeling of his arms around her, the press of his mouth against hers. Her heart beat wildly against her ribs, her face heating as the blood rushed to it. A few tears pricked at the corners of her eyes under her lashes. She tried desperately not to remember the last time she’d kissed someone.
For years Samantha had shunned the company of men. She’d flirted, yes, but it had never been serious, and she’d never kissed them, never held feelings for them. Now, as she kissed Ryn, she remembered what it was she had been missing, and why she had not kissed anyone in that span of time. The bittersweet feeling that colored her emotions at the tender action only made her cling to him harder, not that he’d be able to feel it past the beskar armor he wore. As he pulled away, she sighed heavily and wished he hadn’t. Grey eyes watched his face, the sadness etched across it, in every line of it, and she wondered why. When he spoke again, she stubbornly grabbed hold of his wrist and stood her ground.
Now hold on there Mr. Jeedai Murishani…didn’t you hear me before? You go trying to bust us out of here and we’re both dead. The hutt’ll have the whole palace swarming to get us and we’re dead. There’s someone INSIDE we can get to help us…
She pulled out a long, black, cord necklace with a silver medallion on the end and handed it over to Ryn.
See here, Ryn, I need you to follow what I say or we’re both dead, got it? You think you can find that fella I nodded to earlier on our way in? If so, take this to him and you tell him the truth of the matter!
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Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 19, 2009 13:42:22 GMT -5
Ryn quickly found himself wishing that he hadn't kissed Sam. Not because of any of her actions, no, but rather the bittersweet emotion that had entered his heart. It stung. But he quickly put a clamp down on his emotions, especially those regarding the deceased. He sighed. Thinking about Tal like that made him wish that a tear could come to his eye, well... thinking about Tal at all made him wish a tear could come to his eye.
No.
He had to focus on getting Sam out of her current predicament. After he got her out of the palace it would be a good ten story drop. Luckily, he could easily protect his body from falling damage. Sam, however, would be a different story. Even with the shell of Mandalorian iron would do little to cushion her, it would be like falling down 10 stories and instead of landing on your belly... you land on a rock. He mentally shrugged, either way... he needed to get her ou-.
She grabbed onto his wrist and held her ground. He wasn't about to muscle through her grasp... forcing her to come with him. Ryn simply turned around and looked at her with almost surprised look written about his face. "Oh, I heard you Sam. Now, while I think that I may be able to win in a wager with the slug if given another chance, I'd rather not risk it. Who's to say that the loathesome, leacherous beast even wants another wager? I do know one thing, though," he paused only to grip the necklace tightly in his hand, "once we go back into that room... there are two ways to save you. If your way doesn't work... well... then I think you know the other way."
He sighed, knowing that there was no way to get her to agree with his escape "plan." After a few moments of just gazing at the golden swirls of her aura... her very soul... he slipped a hand behind her neck, brushing his thumb against the tanned flesh underneath that hair of hers. It took him yet another few long moments, but finally he craned his head downwards and pressed his lips into hers. Ryn's heart began to race in his rib cage at the touch of her soft lips against his, but this kiss couldn't last as long as the last. He slowly pulled back once more, but not after gripping onto her lower lip ever so lightly, letting go after a short moment. "I won't let him keep you long," his face adopted a soft look, "if this doesn't work... it may be a day, it may be a week, but I will be back for you."
A near mournful look replaced the soft one as the his hand released the soft grip that it held on the back of her neck and fell to his side. Ryn gentley took the mandalorian gloves out of his pocket and slipped them over his hands, then retrieved his helmet from the ground and slipped it over his head. The soft hiss of air escaping the environmental seals quickly gave way to the ever increasing pitch of the helmet's computer as it booted up. Before he turned to leave the man moved his hand up to her jaw once again, affectionately brushing the smooth leather of his glove against her soft cheek. It was a good thing that his visor covered up his face... because he couldn't bear to look the woman in the eye.
He took in a few more seconds of brushing her cheek before letting his hand rest at his side once again. "We'd best get back there," the cold, mechanical voice of the helmet's vocabulator made him sound uncaring. But nothing could be further from the case... he pushed reassurance towards the woman via telepathy, "the sooner we get out there the sooner we can leave this hell of a planet." With that, he calmly walked to the door and gestured for her to leave first. Ryn left the room right on Sam's tail, but turned off quickly and began to look for the man that she nodded to. It didn't take long, he slowly wandered about the crowd. It took the man a few playbacks of his memory to actually remember the multi-colored aura of the man that returned Sam's nod.
After that... it didn't take long to actually find the man who had been leaning against the wall. A nautolan by the looks of his aura, which fell down in long, tentacle like appendages at his head. The "mandalorian" bounty hunter looked to his left, then to his right, then straight towards the man's head, "there are a few things I have to tell you about Greegar's new "slave." If you'd come with me, please," he gestured away from the men who had been hanging about on the wall and into a room... but not before handing the man Sam's medallion. After he got the man into a private room, Ryn looked at the Nautolan through the emotionless "T" visor of his helmet.
"She was never my slave. I loathe slavery, which is precisely why I wanted to free one of Greegar's slave girls. She offered herself up as part of the wager, much to my chagrin, with an understanding that I could... influence... the odds." He reached out in the Force towards a chair in the room... and with the simple wag of his finger it moved across the room, ceasing right inbetween the two. "Now, I can't pay you. However, as you can see, I have special... talents... and I think you'd want me owing you one. Or two, if you help me free that other slave girl," he sighed, "Which would be much... appreciated."
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