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Kill a Slaver and You Know it, Clap Your Hands!

- - - - - Razelle Beuner Scherezade deWinter Tatooine

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T A T O O I N E

M O S - E I S L E Y - D O C K Y A R D

 

Her speederbike was a sweet ride, though Scherezade still had no name for it. Her mind was working a bunch on configuring how she could turn its purple pink; a personal sort of thing that she liked to do on occasion. Only a few of these bikes existed in the entire 'verse, and she was damned proud to have one of them. After learning how to drive one on Coruscant (which included going vertically upwards and destroying another speeder in the process to pull off a lovely stunt), Scherezade had attempted various dangerous drives with various different vehicles. Her space piloting might have been chit, but planet-side? She reigned supreme.

 

Much as she had wanted to use her beautiful new armor, this mission required something ever so slightly more incognito. So instead of looking like the dangerous and curvaceous predator that she was, she'd instead opted for something that was over so slightly more than simple slave rags, a dysfunctional Force-blocking collar going around her neck as well.

 

The mission was simple. Get into the ring, get the slaves out, and kill the slavers. All of them. Scherezade's favorite method for such thing was simple infiltration. Her plan, if Razelle would be willing to play along, was to have Razelle sell her. Well. Pretend-sell her. Then if things went according to plan, the slaves would receive some backdoor that they could use to escape while Scherezade and her… Whatever the hell the term was for the developing relationship between her and Razelle was, could go on a slaughter. Slaughtering was always fun.

 

Vroom-vrooming her way to where she and Raz had agreed to meet, Scherezade was grinning beneath her safety helmet. For once, she was excited about something like this; excited about the mission, about the mission partner, and about what was to come.

 

She had missed feeling like that for too damn long.


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Razelle Breuner

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Flicking a few switches and turning a couple of dials, Razelle Breuner powered down the Rime. This wasn't even the first time she'd been on Tatooine with this ship, under the umbrella of Confederate employment. The last time she was here, she spent most of her time making friends with sand people. This time...well, she wouldn't be making a lot of friends. But then, that was Tatooine for you.

 

As she started to stand, her path was blocked. Her dog had become a lot more affectionate over the last couple of days. Apparently, interacting with Scherezade was enough to make her energetic enough to sleep slightly less than 20 hours a day, and needy enough to require a lap to put her head in. Raz's pants smelled like dog now, but if she'd been the type to get upset about that, she wouldn't have taken in Walker's lazy old dog in the first place. It took her a good two minutes to convince the dog to move her head.

 

Prep for combat, quietly. Raz unzipped a duffel bag to start stowing hardware in. Combat rifle, grenades, scattergun, backup pistol and knife...more grenades... When she was finally finished, she suited herself up in a set of light armor - enough to stop a blaster bolt or two - and covered the whole thing in a rather traditional Tatooine sand shawl. No one would think twice about someone carrying a really big knife or heavy blaster pistol in Mos Eisley, but anything bigger than that would draw stares. She didn't want stares. She wanted to blend in.

 

This whole thing was supposed to be an outing with Scherezade, but the second her boots were on the ground, her mind was all business. Fortunately, looking out her cockpit window to see the bright, neon purple speeder zipping up to her ship was enough to bring a grin to her lips. Right. Eyes on the prize. These were thugs. They could only hurt them if they were careless. Raz zipped up her bag, tossed it over one shoulder, and tapped the button for the boarding ramp.

 

The moment she was down and got a once-over of Scherezade, her smile faded. "I don't like where this is going."

 

Scherezade deWinter


Edited by Razelle Breuner, 16 April 2019 - 05:22 AM.

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"You got a bad feeling about this?" Scherezade shot back with a grin, stepping off her speeder. A moment later she was already on Raz, hugging the woman tightly for a moment. It wasn't like anyone was going to successfully follow them from Mos Eisley; the speeder and what it could do alone would ensure that.

 

Stepping back, Scherezade looked Raz over. She had her own version of an incognito outfit, though now she wondered how well it was going to work with the speeder. Then again, that was easily rectified without changing a single outward detail.

 

"So you captured me a few months ago and stole the speeder from me," she said as she tossed Razelle the keys, "I'm an unruly slave who deserves to get beaten a lot. I'm also a Forcie, hence the collar."

 

Looking over her speeder, Scherezade sighed. She really wished she could be the one to drive it. Maybe she should've arrived a few hours earlier just to have fun with it on the sand dunes. Well. She was just going to have to take it for a ride once they were done instead.

 

"The coordinates are already on the GPS system," she continued, "about thirty miles into the sea of sand. I can sort of balance myself on the back if you promise not to take any sharp turns. And there's some rope in the glove compartment for the last mile."

 

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Well this was... uncomfortable. What was it with deWinters and flirting with her without realizing what they were doing?

 

Closing her eyes, Raz gave a loud sigh. "That's... a way to do it." Stepping off the ramp, she tapped the panel on the side. The Rime closed up with a quiet hiss, and Razelle turned back around, arms crossed. "Better idea. You're a rich girl on holiday. Fell for a con game at your swanky hotel." That way, she wouldn't have to hurt her. Jeez, where was Fable when she needed her? "That way you get to be mouthy, and things don't have to get weird." Also provided a way better justification for the ridiculous bike, too.

 

There was no reason to assume Scherezade was new to this in the least. She'd probably done something similar before, which was honestly much scarier than the idea of hitting her for no reason. This thought, brief as it was, caused Raz to blink in surprise. At literally no point before had she ever cared about that sort of thing. She chloroformed Walker after Huttball tackling him to the ground, for gods' sake. That was a new feeling.

 

"So. Start the trade. They'll probably take you back for examination, grill me about where I found you." Raz shook her head. "Not a problem. After maybe an hour of that, I'll get paid, you'll be double-checked for restraints. They might even have their own version to put on you. That's the last chance we'll get." Looking at the collar, she frowned. "Why telegraph that you're a Jedi? Most people can't test that."

 

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Nah, that wasn't flirting. Scherezade didn't really flirt with people. There'd been only one with whom she'd managed to do that and well. That was another traumatic story, so suffice to say, she absolutely didn't, and if Raz was interpreting things differently, it was entirely on her.

 

"I'm not going to pass for a rich girl," Scherezade pointed out with a grin, and lifted her rags a little bit. No, this was not a flirty movement. The idea was to show Raz the skin on her legs – her very obviously and very deeply scarred legs. "I've seen rich girls. They don't look like that. At most, they have stupid tattoos in languages they don't understand and think they say peace and love when it actually says taco Tuesday. They used to call me the best pin cushion in the 'verse and most of my body is covered like that."

 

Nodding to bits and pieces of what Raz said, it all made sense. That was how it usually worked. But- "Jedi?" she blinked, surprised, "Raz, I'm a Sith. I don't do the whole no-emotion thing. Couldn't even if I wanted to."

 

Either way through, she shrugged and opened the clasp on the collar. "Forcies usually bring in more creds," she explained herself, "you sure you want me to remove it?"

 

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Razelle shook her head soundly. "No. No one takes chances with Jed-... Sith." It was all she could do to keep from rolling her eyes. Instead of launching into a rant about how all magic-using mutant freaks were identical, she moved the topic forward. "You'll be under heavier guard, or possibly just aggressively sedated. I could do this alone, yes, but I don't want you to be in that kind of danger."

 

Unfortunately, for the rest, Scherezade's reasoning was sound. Pretty and pale, sure, but she wasn't nearly as smooth as Raz had assumed she'd be. Which, honestly, was on her, not the girl. She was still expecting to see Scherezade beneath all that gunk, and there was no Nessa to be found. Didn't mean she had to like the idea of beating her any more. That said, it was the plan, so it was time to haul ass.

 

With a quick once over again, Raz tapped the control panel to the Rime, held up one finger, and walked up to grab some more accessories. When she came back down, she had a set of binders, another neck shackle, and a single long rag. She passed each to Scherezade as she closed her ship back up. "Those are false binders. There's a safety catch by the wrist. Press it and pop them off whenever you're in danger." The collar wasn't terribly high-tech. Electronic lock and tracking beacon, but nothing else. "That one won't mark you as a saber jockey. You don't want that anymore than I do."

 

She let Scherezade try on and inspect the others, before grabbing the rag and tugging it a few times, then dropping it to stamp it into the sand. When she picked it back up and brushed it off, it looked much less... clean, though the only addition was a bit of Tatooine turf. "This'll go in your mouth. Unlike the binders, we'll have to be legit with it, so it's gonna suck a bit." Tapping one boot against her duffel, she frowned and crossed her arms. "There's a shockstick in there. I'll set it to its lowest setting, but..."

 

Raz's frown was deep. "Kiddo, it's gonna hurt. I don't like it."

 

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Edited by Razelle Breuner, 15 April 2019 - 09:20 PM.

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