Private Date under a nebula

[Talohn Atar]

He really did get flashbanged by that force lightning at a closer glance, his pupils are completely dilated into very thin slits. He looks scarier that way, more like his feral ancestors. "Saberstaffs are interesting, I didn't know there were kinds that split apart like that."

As they get close to eachother, he chuckles as she laments about there not being more pirates. He raises a brow. "Do we need to scour the planet, praying to find another bandit camp? Do you wanna spar or something when we get back to the ship?" He states, already forgetting that he's injured. The cathar smiles just a bit when she inquires about the armor. "Hmm...who knows? Only way to tell is to get it off and see, right?" He teases. He then looks down at where the blaster shots slipped through armor gaps. and he nods. "Yea, haven't bled out yet. Means it didn't hit anything vital. I'll get some Kalto on the ship. Good as new." He winks.

"Before we go, shall we help ourselves to their ill gotten gains? I mean, it isn't like the owners have chips on them. Finder's keepers at this point." He states, peeking past her into the tent full of charred remains. "Bet there's something of worth." He puts a hand on her shoulder as they make their way to the tent. He doesn't need help walking, but it's always good to be prepared when injured.

He tiptoes about the dead bodies on the floor. The tent itself is filled with various plunder from the galaxy. Not a large fortune, but there's at least something. "Guy had a bit of a career. Not so much anymore though." He crouches down, opening a footlocker by the bed on the far end of the tent. He looks around within, then makes a face as he pulls out a bra completely made of jewel beads. "Alderaanian brothels...." He tosses it aside, digging for more within. Next he picks up a gold coin, and bites it s few times. "Oooh, keeping this."

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

"Not many bother," Zlova admitted. "More practical to master a particular style, and most are best served mastering a single blade." A light chuckle followed. "I don't intend to master none just to show off, but flexibility -- adaptability -- is my style. At the very least it makes my enemies question how to deal with me." Seeing how most did specialize in a particular style or in countering a particular style. If you had them guessing what your style really was it could present an opening to exploit. Hesitation got you killed.

"Spar? If you're still wounded by the time we get back I'll have an insane droid no doubt threatening to cut me into ribbons. You'll have to get in line." Madlad might not over react, but the thing was insane. Like all things Sith... assume it was prone to murderous fits and be ready to counter any attempt to kill you.

With Talohn propped up alongside, the Twi'lek slowly led the way inside at Talohn's suggestion. Trinkets weren't really her thing even from those she vanquished. If there was a credit chit in reach she'd probably take it -- free booze, who could complain? -- but otherwise material possessions weren't her thing. Unless they were holocrons or alchemical objects of immense power and so forth. "Just don't spill your guts bending over for a bauble," she cautioned in jest.

"Something like that." Zlova reached over to cast a few layers of fabric aside before she pulled one out from the pile. Slowly the Lethan wiped her face down of blood as the Cathar poked about nearby. "Not enough to try groveling for their life. Even a mere Knight could have handled most of the thugs here." Potentially. The ones that were destined to become Lords or Ladies. The rest were always just one mission away from death.

A groan followed the jewel beads being discarded. "Alderaan. I don't know why they bothered rebuilding the planet. To give the self-indulgent whores somewhere to call their own, I suppose." There was little on that planet to spur someone to greatness -- to bettering themselves. Just political backstabbing and excess. Revolting.

"That coin taste good?" A smirk crossed her dark lips having watched Talohn test the coin a few times. "I could always cut off a few limbs if you'd like something to gnaw on."

A casual flip of a lid of a nearby box had the Twi'lek sigh. After a moment her hand hovered over the top of the box before a lightsaber drifted up into the air before Zlova. Golden rings beheld the instrument as it slowly turned in midair. The Force wound its way around and through the saber until it began spinning and sliding apart. Broken down into its components, the Twi'lek's eyes narrowed as her fingers reached into the cloud of parts to pluck a small object from among the number. A clatter of commotion followed as the rest of the parts were discarded. "They may not have known what they had in their possession."

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[Talohn Atar]

"My style is more based around countering. I don't attack first much in a duel unless it's a surefire opening. Mind you, this is blade combat. Blasters? I just start blasting. Easy as that." He chuckles. "I keep my stances very neutral, keeping people unaware of how you're about to move next has a lot of advantages. Mind you, I'm not the expert of fighting people with blades. My training was meant for beast hunting. Specifically insects. Really, really big insects." He makes a disgusted face, shaking his head. "So my styles typically go for limbs. Against giant beasts, it's better to disable them than it is to try and hit the vital points in one go. I'm trained to go for the legs. Learning how to fight people is a work in progress." Yet there was something to be said about fighting predators in the jungle. Regular sentients must feel like they're in slow motion in comparison to hunters of the jungle.

He waves a dismissive hand. "Madlad won't threaten you. He'll call me an idiot for jumping into enemy fire, and he won't exactly be wrong." He shrugs.

When in the tent, he chuckles slightly. "My guts are all in place. That's the good thing about getting shot by a blaster. Wound instantly cauterizes. You don't exactly bleed. S'why I prefer slugthrowers. They go inside the body, bounce around off the bones, cause bleeding. Shots with a slugthrower are more likely to be a kill." He idly talks about ballistics while digging through that box.

"It all happened so fast, I doubt any of them had time to think of groveling. Not that it woulda helped. Groveling just makes it easier for me to put a bullet directly through their skull." He looks back at her, raising a brow as she wipes off her face. "Aw, getting rid of the new beauty marks already?" He teases. Hearing her comment on the jewels, the cathar nods. "Yea. About the only good thing on Alderaan is the wine. They make this fizzy wine. Mascato I think? Either way, good stuff."

"The coin tastes like real gold. So, no, not good. But it tastes valuable, which is a good alternative." He pockets the coin. It's then he notices the tarp in the middle of the room, he squints, standing up to make his way towards it. Cautiously using one hand, he pulls the tarp aside. What's revealed causes the cathar's eyes to widen. "I'll be damned. These are ancient." He runs his hand across the hood. It looks like some sort of speeder, though it has wheels. "This is a classic, must be around 400 years old...." He leans down to peer into the inner mechanisms. "Obviously pulled from a junkyard. Old parts are still intact....I could fix this up." He laughs a little. "They really had no idea!" Then he notices she's not talking about the bike, and makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. "What did you find?"



Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

A soft laugh accompanied Talohn's self-described style. "When it comes to bi-pedal sentients, blades aren't much more different than blasters. Center mass. That's where you start. If you're proficient, a fool, or lucky then you go for the limbs -- smaller targets, less likely to result in an instant kill. Faster your opponent dies the less chance they have to take you with them." Unless you didn't give a damn about them trying a last-second sacrifice out of spite. Live life on the edge right up until you got yourself killed because of arrogance or over confidence. More fun that way.

As for the droid, well Zlova didn't try to correct him. She knew better, but he was probably right about the droid not blaming her for his condition. At least not enough to strike immediately. Could always be one of those metaphorical straws that accumulate over time, but that was a problem for another day.

"Oh?" Zlova regarded the Cathar for a moment after his talk on slugthrowers. "Doesn't have to do with lightsabers not reflecting them?" Another, soft chuckle followed her remark. "Just don't try any acrobatic movements until we patch you up on the ship. Even a blaster wound can be torn open again." Just because they lived dangerously didn't mean she wanted the man to bleed out on her. How would that be a good death anyway? Talohn deserved to die a warrior. They may have effectively just met, but even as perfect strangers one warrior always wished another a proper death -- in the hopes when their own time came their opponent would grant them the same.

Tasted valuable? That was something Zlova was not familiar with. On the other hand, she wasn't terribly interested in gold and jewels either so an appraiser was good enough for her. Talohn had to keep food on the table though and must not trust every merchant he met -- which was wise.

"Four hundred? Not forty thousand?" A toothy grin followed the jest. It had wheels. Was it meant to operate on some planet where hover engines couldn't operate? Some kind of mechanical recreation of a beast you'd ride across the desert or something.

While Talohn occupied himself looking at the bike, the Twi'lek had retrieved the small device from the lightsaber. She heard the man's attention turn to what she had also found among the assorted goods present. "Hidden cache of data." Zlova gave the object a squeeze, which triggered the projection of a map on one of the more intact tent walls. "Few ever both dismantling a lightsaber, but for someone that uses the Force doing so and reassembling it is child's play. Even so, it's quite rare to find someone hiding something inside one." They weren't indestructible, could be lost, and some people really desired the saber without its owner. Dangerous place to hide something, but also one you'd never misplace. "If they went through this much trouble, it must lead to something Force related. I'll have to examine it back on your ship." The map turned off.

"So," the red woman turned to regard the bike and the Cathar interested in it, "we taking your new toy with us then?" Zlova might be interested in what it was like riding such a thing. New experiences made life worth living.

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[Talohn Atar]

"One thing I'm not used to is that people tell me to stab more often. Been working on that. We use curved blades back home, so it was all slashing. Sure, there's spears, but I never specialized in spears. Simple to use, sure, but not enough versatility in my opinion. I'll work more on hitting center mass. Shoulders are a good start. Hit a shoulder at the right angle and they're done for." He seems to know general anatomy enough to be lethal.

"Nah, it's just more familiar technology. Analog. All the tech my people make is analog. Plus, slugthrowers have the ability to be immune to ion and EMP. It's a type of gun you can depend on when all else fails. Which is exactly the sorta weapon a person in my line of work needs. Aren't lightsabers EMP and ion proof as well? I've never really been in a situation where that comes into question." He smiles a bit as she tells him to be careful. "Don't worry, I don't plan to move too strenuously until I have some bacta."

He answers her question as he peeks over her shoulder. "There are some vehicles from 400 years ago that are more rare than ones from 40,000 years ago due to some that got limited production. Factories shut down due to the plague and such." He gestures to the bike. "Only about 2,000 of those were ever made from what I know."

He listens intently as she fills him in on what she found. Once she's done, the cathar grins widely. "Do I hear another date?" He asks, happy as can be. Then they both turn about to look at the bike. "Yep. It's coming with. let me just...." He makes his way over to the bike, crouching down to open a panel, and he then proceeds to mess with some wiring. "From what I know, this is a hybrid. There's too many trees to ride in wheeled mode safely...so." He leans up and presses the ignition button. Both of the wheels pull upwards, disappearing into the bike as they're replaced by repulsolifts, making it a standard speeder. "Needs some tuning and fixing, but it'll run enough to get back to the ship." He then looks back at Zlova. "You riding?"

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova reached over to caress the underside of Talohn's chin with a smile. "Least I can do. After all, you've shown me such a great time."

Then her companion crouched down before the vehicle. Zlova looked over his shoulder at the wires he was messing with. Then he said something about it being a 'hybrid.' A curious statement soon made manifest when the motorcycle's method of transportation changed. "Intriguing. I've never ridden anything like this. Maybe it could be four hundred years old after all." Versatility seemed far more modern than a single, wheel mode that had prompted her quip about being ancient beyond measure.

"Since you found it, why don't you take the wheel? But if we crash because you got shot..." If you didn't laugh in the face of death then you took life far too seriously as a Sith. That's how you ended up with black corruption lines in the face. At least that's what she liked to think; it's how she maintained her alluring countenance. Could always say her beautiful was from feeding on death, but that wouldn't make any sense -- many very ugly Sith fed on death.

She'd take up position at Talohn's back unless he didn't take the wheel. Sadly, a nice, firm hug about the waist probably wouldn't do him any favor. Didn't mean she couldn't secure her perch using him, however; but the Twi'lek would try not to be too sadistic.

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