Breakfast of Champions (Anaya)

[Ashin Varanin]

TOPRAWA

The hotel suite was, in Rach Kol-Rekali's professional opinion, a mess. And he'd seen more than a few wrecked hotel suites in his time. Thus far, he had yet to examine the majority of the suite from his posture -- his head propped up against various pillows, in bed next to a heavily tattooed Twi'lek. A liquor bottle dug into his small ribs, and glitterstim wrappers crinkled under him as he attempted to remove said bottle from the bed. At least there was nothing left in there to slosh.

The handcuff unlocked itself with a touch of telekinesis, disengaging from both his wrist and the headboard. He dropped it on the side table and smacked his lips. Glitterstim morning breath wasn't the worst thing ever, but it certainly killed any remaining mood, despite the unquestionable appeal of said Twi'lek.

"Oh," he said, in continuation of a conversation that had ceased several hours previously, "and if you ever run into a Mando with gold and blue armor, that's my wife. She'll probably try to butcher you with a beskad or a lightsabre. Slightly nuts. Wouldn't appreciate my interpretation of 'improving international relations.'"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya rolled onto her side a and propped herself up on an elbow, brushing the few glitterstim wrappers out of her way as she did, her hungry eyes rolling over Rach's form, before surveying the room around her, the lingering affect of the alcohol and glitterstim still lurking in her mind. Closing her eyes she tried to recall just how this had come to be when Rach spoke again she gave a snort of derision and opened her eyes.

"Oh we are a bad boy aren't we?" she purred a wicked smile crossing her features "I'll be sure to avoid her wrath, she wouldn't be the first crazy wife to try and kill me. Though of course she'll only find out if you're fool enough to tell her." Rolling away from him she closed her hand around another liquor bottle and gave it a small shake grateful for the sloshing noise it made. Taking a sip to sooth her dry mouth she offered it to him.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Oh, that much is standard procedure." He accepted the bottle gratefully, and winced as it burned cuts in his mouth. Cuts that perfectly matched his teeth. Come to think of it, he'd been slapped fairly hard last night, and more than once.

And speaking of pain...

He rolled over and trailed a few drops of liquor down his back, using sparks of pain to get a mental image of where, and how bad, her fingernails had dug in. He quickly regretted it. Grimacing, he rolled over again. "Sure left your mark there. Aah. Should I be grateful I'm immune to Sith Poison? Oh, and I probably infected you with that. Figured you wouldn't mind." His eyes caught various fingertip-sized bruises, and he shrugged.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smiled at her handy work, a deep sense of satisfaction rolling over her. It had been a good night, that much was certain, even if the how was hazy, the rest spoke for itself. She grinned at his words and shook her head in response before sitting up and placing a hand on his chest. "Oh look," she said, before raking her nails down his chest, drawing yet more blood form the already battered Mandalorian "You missed a mark."

Laughing she rose from the bed pulling the odd glitterstim wrapper from her body. How much did they take last night? She pondered as she stepped carefully between the chaos in the room in search of her things. Skirt? Check she picked it up looping it over her arm along with her belt and top. Though when she found her underwear she let out a sigh a dropped the ruined fabric back onto the floor. A small packet caught her eye and she picked it up bouncing back to the bed she held it up to Rach.

"We missed a pack." she exclaimed as she waved it in front of him her eyes glittering with mischief then her mind wandered again. "What did I do with my lightsabers?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Same place as my armor -- the only halfway safe place." He pointed down at the mattress. "Under the box-spring is my guess. Fairly sure I felt the edge of my helmet dig into my back once or twice last night."

He pondered the glitterstim, then shrugged. "Far as anyone knows, I'm chasing a bounty. Let's hear it for billable hours." His finger flicked, and a blade of hardened air materialized, slashing through the packet and her fingertip. His gesture became a fist. Half the packet, and the drop of blood, floated through the air toward him. The exposed spice fickered and sparked in morning's first light. Well, morning's last light. Well, potentially afternoon'd first light. The blood and the glitterstim settled onto his tongue, and he began to get a rather decent sense of Anaya's mindset.

It was, in many ways, a mirror to his own, which had apparently made glitterstim their drug of choice last night. Throwing off the sheet, he shrugged into the bodysuit that would go under his armor. The fabric scratched the wounds, fresh and healed, on back and chest. To his chagrin, he noticed a brand-new hole in said bodysuit. He paused as he did up the front, examining the tear.

"This is armorweave. Rated to stop a glancing blow from a lightsabre. I am...well, I'm high, but I'm also most impressed. We should do this again, next time the border worlds go boom. What? i'm not Mando by blood -- my wife is. Junction wasn't my fight."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya drew in a sharp breath at the cut on her skin her eyes narrowing momentarily at Rach before she poured the remained of the packet into her mouth. Closing her eyes momentarily she let the drug take affect. It was refreshing to have found someone of a similar mentality. Opening her eyes she pulled on her own clothes grateful the they had survived the violence of the evening.

"Why wait for the border worlds to go boom?" she replied flashing him an alluring smile "That war was a stupid move anyway. Its not likely to happen again anytime soon..." she trailed off as she climbed across the bed to kneel in front of him "Though if it means another night like that, I might just start one anyway."

She tilted her head to one side as she extended her sense in the force, searching for her lightsabers. "Who's your bounty?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Oh, come on now. Last night was great and all, but let's not make a habit of this." He grinned without either malice or care, one hard-edged bed-hopper speaking to another. His eyes lingered. "Then again, I'm in favor of a repeat next time I get near the Mando border. Peace is good for business, and you've already seen about half of mine."

Bits of Mandalorian armor floated out from under the bed and fastened themselves to his body as he spoke.

"The other half, yes, that's usually bounty hunting." He fastened his helmet in place and raised his gauntleted hands, and reality bent and twisted under the grasp of Sith Magic. Tendrils of darkness coiled around his hands -- painful to the touch, but less lethal than the full spell, but still useful. They snapped out, attempting to grasp Anaya's wrists and pull them up and together. Ideally, the Champion of the Empress would find herself hanging by her wrists from the ceiling.

He'd been inspired by the handcuffs.

"And I've been offered a really stupid amount of money for you, dead or alive."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Oh kriff.

Alarm bells should have rung long ago, in fact she was pretty sure they did, Anaya just simply didn't react as the dark tendrils wrapped around his hands before coiling round her wrists and hauling her up to the ceiling. She gritted her teeth against the pain and look up the for a moment before sighing and looking back down at Rach. "Well, that is a pity isn't it." she said with a dangerous smile.

"Alive of course is always preferable. Death is so final, don't you think?" Her lightsabers rose from under the bed to float idly either side of her "But to get me alive, you need me to come quietly and we both know that's not going to happen." As she spoke she pulled at the tendrils that coiled round her wrists, ignoring the sharp pains as she failed to break them at first. "You could at least fight fair."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

He spared a glance and a good bit of his attention for the lightsabres, but the tendrils remained. Stepping in, he ran a gauntleted fingertip down her side, from raised elbow to hip, as if there wasn't a lightsabre hilt pretty much beside his head. "Fairness. Quaint.

"But I was serious about a repeat performance. I do like you alive. I have uses for you." His back was on fire, and he grinned beneath his helmet. "If you can break my grasp, break it, and we'll get our morning exercise before I tan your backside and cart you off to my employer."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

His touch sent a shiver of pleasure through her and she closed her eyes for a moment to gather herself as she drew in a deep breath "Morning exercises?" she purred opening her eyes. "But Rach..." she continued as she pulled again at the tendrils "You put all your armour back on." she chuckled

The pain that lanced her wrists vanished as they snapped, falling lightly to the bed she plucked her lightsabers from the air. "And what do you think you're employer will do with me when you take me to them, hmmm? Keep me alive? I think not. Unless their an idiot...or a Jedi, though separating the two is quite hard."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Look at it this way." Knives flickered into his hands, a durasteel blade in his left and a beskar knife in his right. "The instant I deliver you, my contract's up. At that point, if it looks like they just wanted you alive to kill you themselves, I might just do something drastic. Like save you. Or keep you."

Lightning exploded from his fists.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

The lightening lifted Anaya from her feet and launched her into the opposite wall. Her teeth sunk deep into her tongue on impact, filling her mouth with the coppery tang of blood. The pain gave her strength and she slowly ignited her sabers and brought them between her and Rach's lightening. The smell of her seared skin was so intense she could almost taste it.

Extending her senses to the bed between them, she used the force to flip it towards him.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Bed?

WHAM.

A really stupid amount of mattress slapped Rach from head to toe, entangling his knives. The tendrils vanished utterly. His back hit the glass door to the balcony, and he fell through. The mattress stayed, and his knives ripped free. Pushing away from the railing, he sidestepped to the right, aware that, with the mattress blocking line of sight, a melee fighter like her might just go through.

His left hand waved, and the mattress flopped against the side wall -- maybe pinning her if she was close to it, maybe exposing her if she wasn't.