Private Broken Bones

[Amea Virou]

The sound of the house band playing their upbeat tune drowned out the noise of the other visitors to the cantina. It had taken a lot to get here, but they had received their pay and everything was alright in the world again. The bacta-soaked bandages that wrapped around Amea’s arm did very little to paint a bright and cheery picture, and neither did the scrapes that poked out from underneath it and all across her body. The bruise by the side of her temple still hurt to touch but the worst of it had passed by now.

The brunette took a sip from her glass and looked over at her partner-in-literal-crime. Selling Sith artifacts was a business that few considered, but those that were crazy enough to do it knew that it was one of the more lucrative parts of the trade. Pre-owned items usually were, no matter if the previous owner was long dead or not. In this case it was an apparent mix of both. Which was to say that at the very least they weren’t alive when the item had been taken, and that was just as much of a benefit as it was a downside that either of them could deal with later.

This increasing lack of care was one that Amea had noticed in herself from the incident that saw her forget just about everything about herself. The only one who suffered at the end of the day from these jobs was someone that would have put the artifact to use with malicious intent. If stopping that was to do the ‘wrong thing’ then Amea didn’t want to be right.

“So, that went better than the last job we did together.” Amea said and raised her glass towards Vyri as if to toast her. “I must say, I am impressed.”

Vyri

 

[Vyri]

Vyri grimaced. Sure, if you called leaving a body behind alright, then that went swell! Some things just didn't sit right with Vyri, but when things were necessary they were necessary.

The bruises around her wind pipe proved they were necessary.

"By better you mean we were actually paid this time," she replied cheekily, a subtle rasp to her voice as she toasted in return. Amea had been the one to pull the fecker off her, and it was an act of comradery Vyri wasn't soon to forgot. Ah, well, she had proved more than valuable at the end, her well aimed shots being the thing that disabled the remote button for a bomb that would have gotten them both.

She clinked their glasses together and clinked.

It burned, in the fiery kinda way that assured her she was still kicking. She welcomed it, grimacing as raised her glass for another.

"What will you do after this?"

 

[Amea Virou]

Dead bodies were an unfortunate reality of working in the field and it only grew more difficult to avoid the bigger the risk was. This was by no means all that high risk, but it still contained its fair amount of it. Besides, when someone holds your accomplice down it’s just a matter of choosing which one was the least likely to leave a trail. As far as Amea was concerned, for this job in particular, that was no worry. Just a mook dead in an alleyway, another day and another credit for the coroner.

“I mean, yes, the payment was a good part of it. Incriminating a notorious kingpin in the eyes of the Sith? Even better.” Call Amea a sucker for shifting the blame onto someone who in reality had not committed her crime. If turning two problems against each other wasn’t a solution, then quite frankly she did not care. “I think I will need to lay low after this. Let these cuts mend.”

Amea sipped from her drink and let out a weak chuckle as she glanced over her shoulder and into the rest of the cantina. Things seemed almost too quiet, but enough time had passed that there was hardly a chance that their would-be tails have caught up with them at this point.

“Besides,” She said and turned back around towards Vyri. “A dead Sith is generally speaking what I’d call a good Sith.”

She pressed the glass to her lips yet couldn’t help but grin for a second before she took another sip.

“What about you? Don’t know exactly how you operate, but you should be able to land a spot on any crew you want if we play this right.”

 

[Vyri]

Vryi became what one might call.... tight lipped. No amount of questions, tactfully handed or otherwise, had given Amea a glimps into the woman's past. She was here for money and that had been it. Where she had come from and what she cared about had remained a mystery.

This moment was no different.

She shrugged off. "Got all I need here." She tipped back her drink into her mouth, leaving that as that. "The hutt's reach isn't that far. There's 'nother planets-- other ships you can go. Unless you're keen on staying here. That sith might have friends~" She warned the woman. In her experience, everyone had friends.

And they always came looking once you killed once of their own.

 

[Amea Virou]

Not everyone enjoyed talking shop, so to speak. Amea understood that and respected it despite her objection that it wouldn't bring about any measure of trust in one another. Of course, they knew that they had done a job together and that they could do more, but trust came quicker from knowing one another, and knowing was hard when one of them had no desire for it. Amea let her head bob up and down as she listened, intent on sharing a good moment with her accomplice at the very least before they went their own ways again.

"That sith definitely had friends." She eventually said and put her glass down. "Not counting on him having all too many connections, though. The intel we based the plan around suggested he was shunned by the Sith Order. Put too much emphasis on his own growth and interests as opposed to the Order as a whole. Might be an odd complaint from a bunch of saberjockeys with daddy issues, but..." Amea raised her shoulders in a shrug. "Pretty sure half the galaxy has those at this point. His connection to the Hutts probably came before the Order in their eyes."

Amea glanced at her drink and then back to Vyri, her hand gently brushing against her own stomach to feel the bruise that grew beneath her tank top.

"Those hutts though... Might be a bit of a different story." Amea chuckled. "Been stopping their men from raiding the spacelanes for years by now. They never seem to learn."

"Pretty sure they've already wanted me dead for a good couple of years by now."

"... Part of why always being on the go is a good idea, right?"