A Whale of a Tale or Two

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ziv the Mando was a good fighter. He placed his shots well, so that Darlyn wouldn't be able to knock the bolts back to him. He tumbled and rolled to and fro, keeping Darlyn on his toes. But it was only a matter of time before the Hunter found an opening.

As Darlyn swept his lightsaber towards the man's leg, Ziv shied away. When his back hit the box, however, he had nowhere to run. The lightsaber easily cut through the armor, and took off his hand. Certainly a good way to disarm a man.

Ghorua and his opponent had stopped their fight to watch the other. It seemed the Twi'lek was loyal, but only to a point. When it was apparent her boss was outmatched, she had given up. The Herglic had also stopped to watch the spectacle. As he expected, Darlyn had no problem tossing this guy around.

As Ziv clutched the stump of his arm, he cried out in pain. "Agh! Stupid... Good for nothing... Chit! Kark! Kark! Chit!" The man continued to cuss colorfully, sinking down to his knees. He appeared to be out of sorts.

Ghorua looked sidelong to the Twi'lek woman, who looked sidelong to him. Without a word, the Shark passed over his card to the woman, who took it, the twinge of a smile on her face. Then he began to walk away, Alal still placed on his back.

- TWO HOURS LATER -

Ghorua and Darlyn sat back at Frida's Spaceport Cantina, enjoying a well-earned meal. The two hunters had presented the Rodian to a gang representative, who had taken Alal off their hands. They got no thanks, but 1,500 credits each showed the gang's appreciation.

Ghorua had changed out of his armor, wearing his black wifebeater and grey cargo shorts again. He had a salad in front of him, which he was chomping down on mercilessly. He'd also ordered alcohol for him and Darlyn, for a job well done. It wasn't often a hunt was done in one day. Either they had gotten really lucky, or they made a good team. Ghorua would've probably tried to take on the whole bounty hunter troupe, and he would've lost magnificently. Ghorua didn't dwell on his musings, however. He was starving.

"You know, you held your own out there. I doubt you needed my help with restraint at all. It was all already in you." Ghorua smiled, rows of serrated teeth glinting in the dismal lighting. "You know, I'm putting together a team for something big." Ghorua leaned in excitedly. "You interested?"

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Oh pipe down. Be glad I didn't take your head." He mocked him, of course, as that would've been far more honourable a death than what he might have to do now. That is, wait quietly for death to take him. It was fitting for someone without a fitting persona for their armor, or proper beskar at that. Cheap durasteel no doubt, even duraplast might've taken a second to cut through. His own fault for letting frugal spending get in the way.

- Two hours pass -

Darlyn wasn't exactly sure what he was eating, but honestly with how much he had spent on the hunt he knew he had to have something in him. It wasn't a salad, rather it was.. some form of meat. Little bit of a strange taste, but honestly it wasn't his place to complain after all the work. He somehow managed to out eat the Herglic, though he had little suspicion it was partly because the Herglic was the only one to pause even a moment to talk.

Another big job eh? He chuckled and sat back in his seat, with his own little smirk. "I just know when not to walk to my death. I'll be honest, I almost wanted to choke out Alal from frustration. Regardless, another job already... Well let me see if I can squeeze you in to my highly packed schedule." Of course they both knew he would have plenty of time, considering that he was fairly new to this business.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]