Private Dancing with a Hunter

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Utapau was an interesting world in Eira's mind. The subterranean society that it held which lived in gigantic sinkholes, it was curious and Eira was intrigued about how the society worked, how it differed to other worlds and especially how the civilisation coped with living underground. It was a concept that was foreign to Eira and she was unsure how to even comprehend such a way of life. Luckily the world was under Sith Order rule so she could be able to visit the world with relative ease.

Adjusting her leather jacket, the hidden daggers within the jacket were in case someone attempted to cause any trouble. Which was something she was constantly on alert for since she put a bounty on her head through a contact. Eira wanted to be hunted, she wanted to be hunted on this subterranean world to see how she could cope on a world and culture she had no understanding of. How she would cope being hunted by a bounty hunter. She was also curious to see who would be daring enough to come after her. It was to keep testing herself and her abilities while she wasn't training with Quinn.

And Eira was keen to see who would be bold to take the opportunity to hunt her.

Stretching her limbs, she was wandering the market stalls of this particular system of tunnels. Seeing what was on offer, what types of food she could try out for the first time. There was a lot of experimentation that she had missed out on being stuck on Dantooine for nearly 18 years. It meant that Eira was determined to be a bit more bolder and open minded to new things and try things out even if she didn't think she would enjoy them.

She had her arms crossed as she glared at the stall owner with her intense, crimson blood eyes.

"15 credits for this! That is thievery and you damn well know it!" Eira growled. "7 is more than enough!" Eira attempted to haggle with the stall owner over the food that she was attempting to purchase. Her senses were pricked in case she spotted a hunter anywhere nearby. She had to be cautious.

And she loved the idea of hunting the hunter.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana exhaled slowly, steadying her aim. The dim glow of the Utapaun market cast long shadows across the cavernous walls, the flickering lights from scattered stalls barely reaching the upper ledges where she perched. Her rifle was lined up, crosshairs settling just over the woman below—Eira.

She had been tracking her for hours, watching as she wandered the tunnels, acting as though she wasn't waiting for someone like Alana to come along. Bait. That's what this was. She was making a game of this.

Alana didn't play games. Well she did but, this wasn’t one of the kinds she liked to play. Like, you get it. Anyways.

Her finger hovered over the trigger, not squeezing, not yet. She watched as Eira argued with a vendor, crimson eyes alight with frustration. That wasn't fear. That wasn't someone unaware of their surroundings. Who did she think she was? She did know she had a bounty, didn’t she?

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Alana's lips.

Cocky.

She shifted slightly, adjusting her stance on the ledge. No Force tricks. No fancy Sith powers. Just her rifle, her patience, and a damn good shot.

Through the scope, she watched as Eira's head tilted ever so slightly, body language shifting. Sensing something.

Alana pulled the trigger.

Not to kill. Not yet.

The shot rang out, a precise burst slamming into the stall beside Eira, shattering wood and sending the merchant diving for cover.

She wanted to play games?

Alana chambered another round, her voice a low, amused murmur beneath her breath.

"Let's see how you play tag…."

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira grinned widely as she felt the ripples in the Force that warned her of the incoming shot. They were severe enough for her to be concerned about the shot targeting her, but enough that she took a step back and watched the stall get blown to pieces. Seemed that her hunter was ready to play games with her. It was a good sign and Eira was eager to test their ability. She had a rough idea of where they were know simply from the direction of the shot fired. Eira was quick enough in her thinking to avoid looking directly at her hunter. She didn't want them knowing she knew where they were. Instead she would play a little game of crow blending in.

The crowd was running away from the exploded stall, Eira joined the crowd, aiming to get lost in the mix of varied races and differing heights. Angling herself behind taller, larger beings so that the hunter could not spot her. The temptation had been to just fire a bolt of lightning towards the target but that was too easy. Instead she wanted to cause panic. Concern that they were failing.

Eira wanted to drink in their fear and let it build. Then she would be the stronger for when she decided to take them down. Let fear blind them.

Getting into her spot, Eira looked up, she was not far from where the bullet had been fired from. Her aim was to explode the ground beneath the hunter and make them fall. Why try to hit them when she can ensure they fall and get themselves injured.

Raising a hand, a smirk played on her lips as she blasted her deep purple lightning underneath the ledge that Alana had positioned herself under and ensured the blast was strong enough to crack and crumble the ledge into pieces.

Eira then grabbed a dagger in one hand, ready to play some more with her new prey.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana felt it before she saw it.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose, static crackling in the air around her. Sith. She knew that feeling well. In the split second before Eira's lightning struck, she was already moving.

The ledge beneath her exploded in a flash of deep purple energy, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the stone. She leaped, pushing off just as the ground gave way, feeling the heat of the blast against her boots. She twisted midair, trying to angle for a controlled fall—

But there was no solid footing. Only empty space and the sickening lurch of gravity.

Feth.

She hit hard, rolling with the impact onto a lower platform, but the force of the fall still jarred her bones. The rifle clattered from her grip, skidding across the ground. She barely had time to register the pain before she was moving again, instincts screaming at her to go.

Eira wasn't done.

Alana pushed to her feet, eyes snapping up toward the Sith above, dagger in hand, watching. Waiting. She wasn't going to give Alana time to breathe.

Good.

A slow grin tugged at Alana's lips despite the ache in her ribs.

Her rifle was gone, lost in the fall, but she was far from unarmed. She raised up her wrist, firing off stun darts towards Eira, her free hand going for her vibro-blade, scrambling to her feet in an attempt to get steady.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira's plan worked almost perfectly. She moved gracefully, lingering in the shadows, her red eyes glinting from the shadows as she watched the stun dart head towards her. Thinking she could could purposefully dodge the dart with calculated ease, Eira smirked widely. As she moved to dodge the dart, the stun dart embedded into her shoulder and she grunted deeply as the stun shocked her system. Muscles clenching and she growled in frustration. Eira was pissed at herself for getting caught by a simple weapon.

She was meant to be better than this. More powerful than falling for a simple trap.

Pulling the dart out of her shoulder, Eira grumbled about the fact she had allowed the hunter to see that she was capable of being harmed. She let out a dark growl as she watched the hunter pull out a vibro-blade and scramble to her feet. Eira continued to walk forward, the shadows following her as she shifted through the rumble around her. Pulling out a second dagger, she held both in her hands as she twirled them around menacingly. Eira was keen to test her ability to intimidate and invoke fear into others.

"So... You are the hunter that took my bounty. Interesting. Let's see how you well you handle fighting a Sith." Eira flung the dagger in her left hand straight towards the chest of hunter. Rushing forward, she slide against the ground near Alana to slice at the hamstrings with the remaining dagger in her hand. Using her speed and abilities trained as an assassin.

Eira was not going to hold back against this hunter.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana had seen it coming the moment Eira locked eyes on her. The shift in weight, the angle of her wrist as she flung the dagger—telegraphed.

She felt a familiar rush over take her, adrenaline giving her a slight boost; though Eira would feel the tug of the force coming from Alana.

She twisted her body sideways just as the blade hurtled toward her, feeling it graze the edge of her jacket, slicing through the fabric but missing flesh. Not that she had time to think about it, because Eira was already closing in.

Alana barely had time to react before the Sith slid low, her remaining dagger flashing in the dim light, aiming straight for her hamstrings. A dirty move. Smart.

But Alana had spent her life fighting dirty.

She shifted her weight at the last second, tumbling her back and rolling with the momentum, as she flew into a back hand spring, using leg muscles to kick up off the ground, performing a flip as she got distance for Eira. The blade skimmed close—but not close enough. Dirt and shattered stone scraped against her palm as she transitioned back to her feet, vibroblade humming in her grip.

"Now that was close," She drawled, eyes locking onto Eira as she sprang to her feet, her free hand toggled on her energy shield, letting the buckler form against her forearm.

Alana wasn't about to give her time to retaliate.

She surged forward, feinting with her blade high before twisting low, aiming a shield back toward Eira's stomach, her body dropping low in a follow up, kicking out her leg to sweep the legs out from under Eira. If the Sith wanted a fight, she'd damn well get one.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

The whispers of the Force emanating from Alana were a signal to Eira that she was Force Sensitive. It was something that Eira was curious about and she was curious to see how powerful in the Force this hunter was. Were they former Sith and/or Jedi that became a hunter, or were untrained in the Force. That would be curious, if they were. Could she turn them and show them the path of Sith. Of pain, anger and passion.

That was the important question now that she knew that they were Force Sensitive.

Her attacks to the hamstrings were not successful either but that was fine, it just meant that she needed to be faster. And she could be faster. Pulling her blaster from the holster, she fired it a couple times with the space being made between them from Alana's jump. However, they pinged harmlessly off the buckler that the hunter had made. It was frustrating but gave some insight into how this hunter fought.

Putting the blaster back into her holster, Eira pulled the dagger she threw back into her hand and used it to block to low strike from the vibro-blade. Eira collected the Force in her stomach and took the hit better than she should have but the force of the hit still caused her to wince and grunt. However, she used the opportunity to stab into the right kidney with her second dagger. Aiming to use the fact that Alana had attacked with both the buckler and the blade, leaving herself open for Eira to strike.

"You hold potential but either you don't know of it or you have yet to be trained in it." Her crimson eyes pouring deep into Alana, "a shame since perhaps if someone worthy of training met you before today, you would have had a much easier time in this fight. But you are still too weak." Eira growled deeply, she refused to be defeated by a hunter and she refused to lose today.

Eira was stubborn and determined. Even when facing death.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Pain flared hot and deep in her side, a sickening pulse of fire with every breath. The wound was bad—she knew that much. A hit to the kidney wasn't something you just walked off.

But Alana had never been good at stopping when she should.

Her breath came sharp, uneven, but her stance didn't break. She forced herself to stay upright, forced herself to ignore the way her vision threatened to blur at the edges. Eira wanted her to stagger, to hesitate, to break.

A realization came through her.

She could very well die right now.

Alana exhaled slowly through her nose, forcing the pain into the background. Not gone—never gone—but something she could work around. She let her smirk falter just enough to be real this time, blade fell away from her hands.

"Guess that makes us both stubborn."

She felt the words be drawn from her like a breath, then, she found it very hard to breath.

Alana moved— recklessly, not with the same cautious maneuver as before. She took what strength she had and slammed her bucker arm into Eira’s wrist, aiming to make her lose the blade and keep her shield arm hovering over the wound.

Her free arm wrapped around Eria’s neck, as she would unload her remaining stun darts into the woman, using all her strength to hold on,

She was probably going to die now, but, then it would all be over.

She felt something warm burn in her chest at the idea, and it was almost enough to overtake the pain.

Almost.

But not quite.

The words of the woman lingered in her mind as Alana’s body began to give, the vibro-dagger having ruptured her kidney more likely than not.

But if nothing else, maybe she could keep this Sith from hurting someone else. Someone else that mattered.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Her plan worked, worked perhaps too well. Eira wasn't planning on killing the hunter, that was unfair and she was more intrigued that the hunter held some abilities in the Force. However, Eira held no abilities in healing and could not ensure that the organ failing would be prevented. However, before she could think of a solution to ensure that the hunter survived, they pounced with a counter attack. It did seem that they were both as stubborn as one another. It was a bold move on the part of the hunter to fight back just as hard as Eira was.

And Eira respected that determination massively.

The blade fell from her hand as the buckler hit her arm. Eira the felt the remaining stun darts penetrate her hard. Growling deeply, she felt the effects right away and her muscles clenching tightly. The amount of darts shot into Eira should have taken her out right away, but Eira fell to her knees, determined to maintain consciousness. Clenching her fists as she refused to be subdued by weak darts, no matter how many were pumped into her. Especially since this hunter needed medical attention and she was not letting them die on her watch.

Rage. Fury. Stubborn determination. All that kept Eira conscious and alive. Barely.

Rising onto her feet, she continued to growl like a monstrous feral animals. Storming over to Alana, she glared darkly with her red eyes. "You will get medical attention, you chit head." Eira growled, knowing it was her pure, raw primal emotions in the Dark Side that was keeping her functional right now. Grabbing the leather jacket that Alana was wearing and dragging the hunter towards the medical centre.

"Seems you need training to avoid getting shanked like that. After you wake from your treatment, I'll work with you on that." Though she knew that she was in danger. Once she got this hunter healed, she was going to pass out and possibly face death from the dangerous amount of stun attacks that she took in a short span from Alana.

"You have potential. I won't waste that potential." Eira muttered to Alana, showing some respect and recognition in Alana's skills.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Pain had become a distant thing. A dull, searing awareness at the edge of her mind, something she knew should hurt but had faded into a strange, hazy cold.

Her breath came shallow, her limbs barely responding as Eira dragged her along. The ruptured kidney, the blood loss—it was all catching up with her fast. But it wasn't just the injury that made her feel like she was slipping away. It was something deeper.

Something in the Force pulling at her.

Her fingers twitched weakly, grasping at nothing, at air, at the edges of reality that blurred at the corners.

She was dying.

And yet, even in that limbo, that fading space between breath and nothingness, she could hear Eira's voice. Harsh, biting, but laced with something else. Determination. Refusal.

She failed to take her target out.

Failure. Again.

Always a failure.

Blood spilled from the hole in her side, making a nice streak from where Erin dragged her along, the Echani woman finding her state absolutely pathetic.

Alana let out a weak, rasping chuckle, barely more than a breath.

"Chit head…?"She echoed, her voice hoarse, ragged. "That's… the best you got?"

Her head lolled slightly, the movement unsteady, as crimson eyes—hazy, unfocused—tried to find Eira's. Tried to hold onto something, anything.

She should've been angry. Should've fought back against the dragging, against the way her body was failing her. But she couldn't muster the energy.

Eira was saying something else. Something about training. About potential. About not wasting it.

Alana huffed out another breath, a whisper of amusement in it, even as darkness crept in at the edges of her vision. A familiar visage crept into her mind.

Konor. Yes, that was his name.

"How long we got left?"

"That’s the thing…no one…knows…."

She had started to say, then the weight of unconsciousness took her, dragging her under, her body going slack as Eira would feel it rather swiftly.

She felt happy, as she went. Happy that she could at least hold onto something that was hers.

She’d have to just take comfort in that.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Dragging Alana would not be as tough as it was if Eira was a little bit stronger but she was built to be more agile and quick, also to show off her feminine curves and figure, not for raw strength. So it was taking her longer than she desired in pulling Alana to where she had spotted a medical clinic on her way to the market stalls. It should have only been a few minutes walking at most but this was making things more arduous, but Eira was a stubborn queen and she was not giving up on Alana. Not when she knew that Alana had potential to be a formidable threat and deserved to see that opportunity to the end.

Growling deeply, "well, I could complain about how heavy you are, but I figured that would be a bit too rude since I was also the one who stabbed you." Eira grunted loudly as she pulled Alana forward. "However, I will say, you could help me more with saving your damned life." Eira continued to pull the bounty hunter, who seemed to be Echani now that Eira was able to get a better look at her from where she was.

Hearing Alana talk to no one, that was a concern of Eira's since that was never a good sign in people. Especially when you haven't planned for them to have hallucinations. Eira then felt the body go slack and had even more weight to carry, but fortunately they were close to the medical centre that Eira knew things would be sorted.

Storming into the building with the unconscious body of Alana, Eira glared around with wild, furious red eyes. "HEAL HER NOW! IF SHE DIES, THEN YOU ALL DIE!" Eira roared furiously as she dragged Alana to a bed, the doctors looking stunned for the moment before they rushed into action.

As soon as Alana was being seen to by professionals and treatment was being worked on, Eira stepped back and collapsed. Her adrenaline fading fast and the injuries and aggressive stunning from Alana finally catching up to her.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana had felt herself slipping, the cold creeping in, the world turning distant. But then—pain. Sharp, sudden, searing pain. It yanked her back, like a cruel hand gripping her by the collar and dragging her away from the abyss.

She gasped, choking on the air forced into her lungs as her body convulsed against the sudden intrusion of life-saving efforts. The sterile scent of bacta, the distant beeping of monitors, and the hurried, sharp voices of medical personnel grounded her.

"Stabilizing her—kidney damage is severe. We need to flush the hemorrhaging—get her on a bacta drip now!"

The words filtered in through the fog, disjointed but clear enough to remind her—she wasn't dead.

Yet.

A sharp, electric pain jolted through her side as the doctors worked rapidly, hands moving with precision. Sutures, regeneration serums, bacta solutions—it was all happening too fast, too forcefully for her mind to keep up. She wanted to move, to fight, but her body wasn't listening.

"Her pressure's stabilizing. Keep her under—she's coming to too fast."

Then she was lying on a cold slab once again, her body opened up, dissected and reconstructed. Her blood poured out onto the sterile surface as the medical droids scrambled to save her. She could hear their mechanical voices, their cold observations.

"Vital signs remain unstable. Subject is deteriorating. Reserve is prepped, start the next study."

Alana groaned, her fingers twitching against the crisp sheets beneath her. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, and yet, through the haze of agony and medical sedation, she would eventually stabilize .

She rasped out weakly, words barely a breath. Whether she was talking to the doctors or to the unconscious Eira, she wasn't sure. It didn’t even sound like words to an extent, though her body trembled as if she was deathly cold.

Even as they settled Alana into the recovery room, and rendered aid to Eira, her body would continue to shiver.

How very odd.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

When Eira awoke, she found herself on a recovery bed. She groaned as her body was sore, stiff from the fight. It had been short but intense and Eira was shifting from her bed. She refused to settle down and just relax. There were things that she needed to do and Eira would get them done. Removing the pads that were checking her vitals and the medical professionals rushing into the room concerned that Eira had suddenly crashed out of nowhere. They panicked concerns turn to annoyance when they saw Eira shifted out of her bed.

"You need to sit down and rest, ma'am!" One of them mentioned.

"I am fine. Where are my belongings?" Eira growled, ignoring the advice that she was being given. All that matter was getting her things, checking on Alana and ensuring that her potential new ally was still capable of fighting in the future. "Tell me of the hunter's condition. Stable, alive? Will she be awake soon?" Eira ordered as if she was in charge of the whole facility.

It was a confidence that Eira held with everything that she did and acted.

Looking around, she wandered over to Alana and stood by the bed, the attractive Echani woman was still unconscious, breathing in deeply, Eira leaned in closer till her face was millimetres away from Alana's. "I didn't say you could die, so you better karking wake up soon, hunter." Eira growled. Talking as if she controlled whether or not Alana was allowed to die. As if she had the power to control the hunter's fate. She then leaned back and settled down into a chair.

Waiting and watching the bounty hunter till she woke.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana's mind stirred with the faintest flicker, like the first sign of light trying to break through a dense, endless fog. The echo of Veyriss's attack had faded, but it left her with nothingness in its wake. There was no clear thought, no purpose, just a dull ache that spread from her core out to every limb. Her senses were sluggish, distant, as if her own body wasn't quite hers to command anymore.

And then, a voice. It cut through the haze.

The words were sharp, possessive, but tinged with an odd, unfamiliar command. "I didn't say you could die, so you better karking wake up soon, hunter." The voice held a power, an expectation. She didn't know who it belonged to—her mind was still too clouded to place it, but something about it tugged at her.

The fog around her mind began to crack. Not entirely, but enough for her to register the sensations: the soft bed beneath her, the dull beeping of machines, the hum of a sterile, unfamiliar room. And a face—close, hovering over hers. Alana could sense a presence, someone looming near. There was urgency in their movements. A need.

She struggled against the blanket of emptiness pressing down on her, a deep, instinctive drive to rise, to react. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, the light too bright, the air too heavy. The pain in her body was still there, throbbing with every shallow breath she took, but there was something else, something stranger, clawing at the edges of her mind.

It wasn't a real awareness. It wasn't clarity. It was more like a pull, a tug at her consciousness.

Alana's vision blurred as she tried to focus, finally locking onto the woman who stood by her bedside.

She was still trapped in that dissonance, still in the aftermath of her conditioning, but she could feel something familiar in the way the woman spoke, in the way she was watching Alana.

Alana's voice barely managed to slip past the dry, cracked feeling in her throat, raspy, weak. "Hey, uhhh. Who… who are you?"

The question was simple, but it held weight. She needed to know. She needed to understand who this was and why she felt this strange tug in her chest. But her words came out without force, barely a whisper.

And still, the fog was there, whispering back, drowning her in uncertainty.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

The confusion and fogginess that came from Alana was not unsurprising, a lot had happened between them in a short space of time. Reaching forward, her hand gently caressed the cheek of Alana and guided the Echani's face to look at Eira's. The crimson eyes making sure that there was ensure focus and consciousness were enough for Eira's words to be understood and taken in. It was a gentle touch of intimacy that Eira was using to control this hunter to ensure another fight did not break out now that they were no longer in immediate danger of death.

"I am Eira Dyn." Eira stated firmly. "I saved you from death." Nothing she stated was a lie and Eira had no intention on lying to Alana, especially if she could use this potential Force Sensitive hunter. How and in what ways depended on the abilities of the hunter and her cooperation to work with Eira. Especially since Eira was still mostly learning things as she went along herself.

Thumb gently rubbed the cheek before she pulled back and leaned back into her chair, "the medics here treated you for your injury. What are the last things that you remember?" Curious to see if this injury impacted Alana's memories as Eira sat there, tapping the arms of her chair. Watching and waiting curiously.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana's body tensed at the touch, though she didn't pull away. Not yet. The warmth of Eira's palm against her cheek was an anchor, grounding her in the present even as her mind clawed through the fog of her scattered thoughts. Red eyes flickered, searching, trying to place the woman before her—Eira Dyn. The name felt foreign, yet familiar in the way a half-remembered dream lingers at the edges of waking.

Saved her? That part stuck. She wasn't dead. That should've been a relief. Instead, it sent a prickle of unease down her spine. She didn't trust gifts freely given, especially ones wrapped in kindness.

Her jaw tightened slightly beneath Eira's touch. The slow drag of a thumb against her cheek was calculated, measured—control disguised as comfort. Alana had played this game before, had used these same tricks to soothe and manipulate in equal measure. The knowledge sent a flicker of amusement through her, though it didn't quite reach her face.

When Eira pulled back, Alana exhaled slowly, forcing herself to take stock. The dull ache in her ribs. The tightness in her limbs. Medics had patched her up. She was in one piece. But her thoughts were still sluggish, pieces of memory swimming just beyond reach.

"The last thing I remember…" She frowned, eyes narrowing as she tried to sift through the haze. Flashes of movement. The scent of burning ozone. A fight—no, a hunt.

"There was a job. A target. Then—" She hesitated, frustration flickering in her expression. "Then I woke up here."

Her gaze sharpened, shifting back to Eira. "Why'd you save me?" It wasn't gratitude, not exactly. More like wariness wrapped in a thin layer of curiosity. Nobody saved people like her for nothing.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

"There was a job, you did your best to succeed but you were injured in the process." Another truth, not revealing everything but there would be time for that. It wasn't a concern of Alana's yet, but Eira was sure there would be more questions on it all. "I saved you because you hold potential hunter. There a connection to a great power inside you that you either choose not to tap into or you are untrained in how to use it."

Eira paused, leaning forward again, her red eyes looking at Alana. "You have a connection to the Force. I think you have potential to use that power to do a lot more than you currently are doing. Therefore, I wish to help you reach your full potential." Eira admitted, still being upfront and honest about the intentions that she had in store for Alana. "Doesn't harm your chances for kindness being attractive either." Eira chuckled softly, her hand reached to caress the white hair of the woman.

Offering soft, intimate touches. Curious to see how Alana would respond to such actions. "Question for you, is do you wish to continue chasing your bounty contract, failing again to complete it. Or perhaps, you take my hand and I guide you to where you can learn how to use your full potential." Eira whispered with a smirk on her full lips.

It would be interesting to see which path Alana takes.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana listened in silence, her expression carefully neutral as Eira spoke. The words weren't new. She'd heard them before, in different voices, in different lifetimes. Jedi, Sith, conmen, warlords—they all whispered the same things when they saw someone they could mold. Potential. Power. A greater purpose.

Her red eyes flickered as Eira leaned in again, closing the space between them. A slow inhale. A measured breath. The weight of the other woman's presence pressed against her own, the way her voice curled around each word, wrapping them in honeyed promise.

Then came the touch—fingertips brushing against the strands of her white hair, a deliberate softness meant to disarm. Alana didn't flinch, but her body tensed just enough to be noticeable. She was no stranger to intimacy, but this wasn't that. This was control.

A humorless smirk tugged at her lips.

"Kindness, huh?" She murmured, tilting her head just slightly, letting Eira's fingers linger a moment longer before shifting back, just enough to put space between them. "I wasn’t born yesterday, no one is handing out kindness for free, ma’am."

The choice Eira laid before her was meant to be clear-cut, simple. Chase the bounty, fail. Or take the outstretched hand and be something more. There was always something more…and with it came more responsibility, more commitment, and less freedom.

Alana rolled her shoulders, testing the ache in her body. She wasn't the type to take well to being led around, especially by someone who thought they already had her figured out.

Finally, she met Eira's gaze head-on, red eyes burning with something unreadable.

"You talk a big game about power. About me having potential. But if you're expecting me to jump just because you've thrown a few pretty words and soft touches my way, you're gonna be disappointed." A beat. Then, a smirk, slow and sharp. "That said… I don't like losing. And I sure as hell don't like being outmatched. So maybe, maybe, I'll hear you out."

She leaned back in her chair, arms folding lazily across her chest. "But I don't take hands. I walk my own damn path. You wanna guide me? Fine. But you better be ready for the fact that I don't play nice just 'cause someone says I should….last person who wanted to get all into that, didn’t end so well between us."

She looked away towards the nearest wall, mulling it over. That gift that everyone wanted never tended to end well when it was the goal of a benefactor.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

It was nice for Eira to be able to somewhat demonstrate some intimacy. Since Kaila, she hadn't really attempted to explore that angle for fear of falling. Of getting too entangled. It was safer to keep a distance but this Echani, this hunter, there was a hurt there that Eira recognised. And while Eira was trying to manipulate Alana into becoming a potential weapon for Eira, someone to help keep her safe since being an assassin did put a target on her back and there would be enemies she could not handle. Someone like Alana could cover the weaknesses that Eira might have currently while she was still training.

However, Eira was also offering the intimacy as an apology. The other woman clearly enjoyed the attention since she had not once stopped Eira, and Eira was the one who wound her, to even ensure that Alana was here targeting her. Eira had put the bounty on herself to test her skills. She saw the consequence of that recklessness when her fight nearly killed Alana. Something she had not thought of before that moment.

This was her way of showing apology for that.

"Perhaps not, but does that negate the kindness?" Eira countered, "just because I believe you can help me. That doesn't mean that what I did was any less kind, was it?"

Shaking her head, "I do not wish for a slave." Eira stated plainly, "nothing I would offer you would be without payment. A reward for yourself." Eira knew some people only saw the world through credits or transactions that were cleared upfront. "Power is something that everyone is seeking. I am seeking it and I wish for you to help me as I help you." Eira then tilted her head.

"We shall see, hunter." Eira stated, "having a hand to hold in the darkness... That can save your life, strengthen you to survive." Eira whispered in a husky sultry tone with a smirk etched on her lips. "However, perhaps I am not your type, your interest?" Eira raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana felt her cheeks heat, a rare thing for her, and she cursed herself for it. She wasn't used to being pushed like this—not in a fight, not in a conversation, and definitely not like this. The way Eira's words dripped with something both teasing and sincere left her off balance in a way she wasn't sure she liked. It reminded her too much of Serina.

She shifted, glancing away for a brief moment, as if that would buy her time to collect herself.

"It's not about… type," she muttered, the usual sharp edge in her voice dulled just a little. "Just not used to people playing this game with me….I uhhh….”

Her fingers absently traced the edge of her sleeve, hiding the ink underneath. She'd been through a lot—loss, violence, mindfucking manipulation—and when people got close, it was usually because they wanted something. Eira wasn't an exception, not really. But something about her words made it feel different, like she wasn't just selling a lie but actually meant parts of it.

That, somehow, was more dangerous than outright deception.

Alana exhaled, finally looking back at Eira, her red eyes searching. "Kindness is rare. Doesn't mean I trust it when I see it." She gave a small, lopsided smirk. "Not used to people asking to see me again after I fail to bring in a mark."

She hesitated, then—damn it—her gaze flickered downward for just a second, toward Eira's lips, before she caught herself. The flush deepened.

"Anyway," She huffed, clearly flustered, "I don't do hand-holding. But… I guess I can work with you. For now." She crossed her arms, trying to reclaim some of her usual confidence. "What… exactly are you asking for?”