Private Diamond in the Rough

[Cyran Vaas]

Down the range a violent barrage of red blaster fire shot down the holographic target. Blasting them with the rapid fire of his DH-17 blaster pistol. Since he wasn’t wearing his armor he needed a sturdy two handed grip to handle the brutal recoil. Seeing the simulated devastation that his weapon of choice could easily inflict it reminded himself of why he sticks to his non-lethal ways. Switching the blaster to a stun setting he aimed it back at his holographic target and shot another volley of blaster fire down range. Only this time instead of lethal blaster bolts it was stuns of stunning blue energy. With all his gear he could easily go toe to toe with a room of hostile opponents and maintain his non-lethal ways.

Flipping on the safety he placed his blaster on the table and he turned back around to a stocky Ugnaught standing behind him giving Cyran a questioning look. Nodding he would speak. “She’s better now than the day I got her. Thanks a lot.”

“It’s an older model, not too many in circulation anymore, and no need to thank me, you know all too well this is simply business for me.”

"Don’t sell yourself short my little friend, I wouldn’t be who I am today with the help of my friends. Plutonic or otherwise, even you.” Cyran replied with a charming smile.

“Let’s just finalize the payment, I have spoken.” The Ugnaught gunsmith said back before Cyran grabbed his blaster and walked back with them to finish his time here for the day.

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Later that evening…​

Cyran leaned back in his seat at a booth in a cantina. On the table he had a data pad showing him some news, In his free hand he had a lit cigarra as well. The establishment was kind enough to offer him an ash tray as he scrolled through some bounty hunter programs.

One caught his eye, apparently there was a clone who’d escaped from the Mustafar System. With some rumors of illegal Sith Cloning. A real shame, born as a living weapon for a cult and their hokey religion.

It made Cyran think Mustafar wasn’t too far from Cloud City and Bespin. He wouldn’t know really where an escaped clone would want to run away to. Taking a draw from his cigarra he figured that he could possibly ask around the city about info about said cloning facility. It's possible someone in the underground knew about it. With how much the Sith have been on their last leg lately it’s likely they needed to uses criminal services to get by. Cyran was also pretty far from NIO space, but they always were offering good money for their Sith Bounties. This could be an opportunity he didn’t want to pass up.

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

Wearing: white armored robes of House lo


A good opportunity indeed… and one that had just stepped into the cantina. Draco knew these places to be ripe for information, thinking she could stroll in and ask about the Sith Lord on Mustafar, but she did not know that the information for sale included her. She took a good look at the other patrons while they sat, ate, and drank, and began looking around for someone who looked like they recently had been to Mustafar. She didn’t spend long there though, about 2-3 minutes before she’d leave. Better catch her quick

Cyran Vaas

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran looked a little more into this intriguing bounty. He had a feeling that they were probably a good couple thousand lightyears away, along the Hydian Way hyperspace lane that parallel the Corellian Trade Spine that Bespin was along. But if they escaped from a cloning facility there could be others that did the same. Others that wouldn’t make a beeline out of the outer rim. Plus typically where there’s one clone there’s others. People produce them in bulk typically. But then again this was Sith, and they worked in mysterious ways.

Taking one last draw of his cigarra he placed what little of it remained inside of the ashtray on his table. Cyran perked up some though as he picked up on something. Reading into the room with his emotional telepathy. A set of feelings from someone that felt more like intrigue and curiosity.

Looking over at another table he saw a rather odd looking fellow. Someone of an alien species he’d never seen before. However, they looked a lot like the low resolution pictures provided by the bounty report. Perhaps that’s why they looked so familiar to someone as worldly as Cyran, he heard of things called Sithspawn before. Monsters manufactured by Sith through their mystical arts. That could be who they were.

However they didn’t seem like they were going to stay at the cantina long at all. Pocketing his datapad he got up from his booth and stepped over to where they were sitting. It’s possible that with his charm and natural pheromones he could keep their attention and possibly even confirm if they were who he was now on the hunt for.

However, he didn’t have his armor and most of his gear, he would need to be a little more subtle and careful in his approach. Perhaps he could act like an interested fellow patron. Taking a seat next to the blue, tall mistress Cyran eyed her with a smile and spoke.

“Hello. I’ve never seen a lovely lady like yourself before. Hope you don’t mind me looking to take a chance to get to know ya? What brings you here might I ask, and can I get you a drink?” He figured that was friendly enough and perhaps his zeltron charm could help him pull through.

Draco Miles

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[Draco Miles]

Draco was about to get up when Cyran Vaas approached her. She looked at him with confusion, locking her eyes with his while she raised an eyebrow. His request was odd, as not many people often approached her. She inhaled deeply and nodded

“Sure, take a seat”

Her voice was soft and feminine, yet resonated power. Like she had the voice to inspire and command armies yet it was equally just as comforting. Like Master Chief reading a bed time story. Once he sat down, she leaned in close

“What do you know of the planet Mustafar?”

She said while grabbing his hand. It was a tenderly grasp to any on lookers, but to Cyran, it was something that kept him there from leaving with how tight the grip was

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran was glad that she would let him sit with her. Already his plan was going well. But before he could follow up with anymore questions she already asked a rather peculiar question herself. Along with grabbing his hand firmly. Something that set off some quick red flags in his head.

If things turned ugly even without all his gadgets and gear he knew he was still more than capable of holding his own. Cyran smiled some and nodded a little to her question. “Yeah I know a bit. A volcanic manufacturing hub, why do you ask? Are you from there?” He questioned back, feeling like this indeed could be the runaway clone. Personally he’d never been to the planet, not his ideal place to hang out or do much business with. Small population of industrious workers doesn't typically make for good bounty hunting work.

Looking away from her he got the attention of a waiter and asked for two drinks of Jawa Juice for the two of them.

Draco Miles

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[Draco Miles]

Jawa Juice, huh? What a strange drink… she had never heard of it before, but she was in no mood to be curious or play games. Cyran Vaas knew something, and she knew it… Or at least she believed he did, so Draco glared at Cyran, believing him to be hiding something. She waved her hand in front of his face as she spoke, trying to use a mind trick on him

“You will tell me if you know of the hidden lab on Mustafar”

 

[Cyran Vaas]

As she waved her hand in front of the rather gullible zeltron he raised an eyebrow at her. Not really sure what she was doing, however it did work. Cyran chuckled and replied to her. “Well for groups I’m a part of it’s in the news. Something of great interest for us Spacers.” He replied rather casually as if he was just answering a rather rhetorical question.

“Other than knowing a little about it’s existence I don’t know much else, other than there were some shady cloning projects going on there.” After answering he looked a little bit confused with himself as to why he answered the question before picking on the fact that she didn’t seem to trust him.

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

“how do you know of these projects?”

Even though he answered her question, more came up. She asked the question normally this time, keeping the tricks to a minimum. To be Frank, she’s never seen this guy before today, so she had no clue what he was talking about. She did let go of his hand so she could lean forward slightly to listen to him better

Cyran Vaas

 

[Cyran Vaas]

As he watched her, the waiter came back and placed two glasses of Jawa Juice for them at their table. Thanking the worker, he listened to her question. “Oh you know, context clues, deductive reasoning. In my line of work you have to come to these conclusions and put together the puzzle pieces.” He explained to her, bounty hunters that were worth their salt were more than just mere hired muscle. Their investigators and detectives as well. People that can follow clues and evidence to lead them to their target, because as a freelancer no one else will.

Looking away from her he picked up his glass and took a few sips of the bitter beverage. “Name’s Cyran by the way, might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

“Mmm… Draco, Draco Miles. It’s good to meet you, Cyran. You said something about a ‘Spacer’ before… what is that?”

Her question had led her nowhere on that front, so to find out who he was, she asked more personal questions about Cyran Vaas . She stared at the Jawa Juice with concern on what it would do to her, but blending in was more important, so she took a sip

 

[Cyran Vaas]

What is a spacer? That seemed like a rather silly question, asking it like she was born yesterday, and if she really was a clone could be very true. With a smirk his vibrant blue eyes looked back at her and he countered with a question. “Draco Miles, lovely name for a lovely lady. Also I think the better question is what ISN’T a spacer? Well where I’m from at least it’s a general purpose title for some sort of freelancer that functionally works and lives in space. Typically nomadic as well, slipping through hyperspace lanes and hopping between systems.”

He explained to the draconic woman he was sitting with. He watched her take a sip of the drink he ordered for her before drinking from his glass as well. Cyran wasn’t looking to get hammered this evening, not that could without breaking the bank thanks to his second liver.

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

Draco grimaced at the liquid shit that was Jawa Juice. Why did it taste like ass?! How could anyone drink this?! She set the drink down and pushed it away slightly

“So a spacer is a hobo… you look a little too clean to be a Hobo, mister. What are you really? And why did you come to talk to me?”

 

[Cyran Vaas]

“Hobo? Ha” Cyran laughed out as a reply. Finding that to be their conclusion is rather funny. Taking a big sip from his beverage he looked back to Draco and continued to speak. “Well some spacers care a little more about their appearances to be called hobos like myself, but I’m guessing you want me to be a little more specific. I’m just a good old fashioned space cowboy, or bounty hunter.” He explained to her.

“I have a good idea who, or more so what you are, Miss Draco. A failed science project running amok. Now I could maybe return you if I even can. But I had another idea for clients up in the north of the galaxy who’ll gladly accept a fugitive like yourself. My apologies if I may have seemed to be hiding that fact about myself. I wasn’t much in the combative mood this evening.”

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

“That is fairly understandable, Cyran, but you may just have to get in that mood if you want me to comply~ I am no fugitive, and soon that contractor of yours is most definitely going to be dead. I do thank you that you wouldn’t think of taking me back though, for that I am grateful… though if that is all you have come to do, see you later, Space Cowboy”

She shifted forward, leaning in with a smirk that could most definitely be mistaken for a snarl. She tried to throw him off guard with that little innuendo on moods. One thing was for certain though, she would not be leaving this planet with this man, at least not willingly.

 

[Draco Miles]

“Hobo? Ha” Cyran laughed out as a reply. Finding that to be their conclusion is rather funny. Taking a big sip from his beverage he looked back to Draco and continued to speak. “Well some spacers care a little more about their appearances to be called hobos like myself, but I’m guessing you want me to be a little more specific. I’m just a good old fashioned space cowboy, or bounty hunter.” He explained to her.

“I have a good idea who, or more so what you are, Miss Draco. A failed science project running amok. Now I could maybe return you if I even can. But I had another idea for clients up in the north of the galaxy who’ll gladly accept a fugitive like yourself. My apologies if I may have seemed to be hiding that fact about myself. I wasn’t much in the combative mood this evening.”

Draco Miles

(I understood that reference! Cyran Vaas )

 

[Cyran Vaas]

It was hard to tell if the dragoness was looking or willing to fight off Cyran now that he’d confessed his intentions to her. Even without all his gear he wasn’t a pushover but it certainly made things harder for him. He wasn’t sure yet if she was some sort of Force Sensitive but from his mild understanding of the cloning labs it wasn’t much of a stretch.

Cyran had yet to officially accept the bounty. So it wasn’t a problem if he just let her walk away. No soiling his reputation or that of the wider “guild”. He finished his drink and sensing that she wasn’t going to do the same took her glass as well and finished it for her rather quickly. Getting up from the table he looked down at her and spoke back. “Well perhaps I could accompany you out, that would be the gentlemanly thing to do would it not?” He said before putting a few cedit chips on the table to cover the tab. Presenting his hand with a charming smile he asked. “What do you say Miss Miles?”

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

“Mm… try anything and I pop your balls like bubbles”

DAMN queen! She really threatened the jewels! Honestly though, it’s much more of a deterrent, everyone wants their head popped like a grape. No one wants their balls popped… only drained lmao. She stood up and held a hand out for him to hold, that same mischievous grin on her face as she invited him to dance with the fate of a eunuch. Will Cyran Vaas take It~?

Probably should… when she stood, he got a good look at her and how she looked as her hand parted the black cloak. The white armor of House Io was skin tight, and clung well to her muscular form while also highlighting her assets. A woman of strength and power, a lovely companion indeed

 

[Cyran Vaas]

After Cyran watched Draco get up he would lock arms with her then replied to her statement. “Noted, though I wonder if you even could if you tried.” He teased the imposing woman before they walked out of the cantina. Looking around, he eyed Draco and asked. “So where to? I suppose I could be your escort for this evening.”

As they walked away from the Cantina he also would ask. “So what brings you to Cloud City? Personally I really like it here. It's almost like a second for third home for me. But like I mentioned earlier I'm a spacer so I don't really stick around in one place for very long you know.”

Draco Miles

 

[Draco Miles]

“you walk a dangerous path, Cyran”

She toyed with him, patting him on his shoulder while they walked out into a bright sunny day. She enjoyed how beautiful this was, much more so than the city of Coruscant just for its beautiful weather

“I do not know where else to go… this would be my first time here. So, escort me to where you think best~”

She let him choose where to take her to have the most fun. Since her search was futile and she didn’t turn up anything on her former master, might as well relax and enjoy the sights!

“This is a very beautiful place… I can see why you think so, Mr. Vaas, I come here searching for the one who hunts for me. My former master is not much of a nice man, and I’d much rather have him dead than alive. I had heard through the grape vine that he enjoyed quite a bit of time on Bespin, specifically this city and in that cantina, so I thought I’d find him there… well, obviously I didn’t”