Diving For Diamonds

[Lief]

Not for the first time, Kyra found one slender brow raised in curiosity and amusement at the look which accompanied his words, she was surprised in truth, not just that the intensity remained in him, but that it lingered within her too. A glorious tension in the air that shifted between them.

That almost coy smile played at her lips for half a second as he regarded her in such a way, in fact the chill in her body began to disperse once more.

Alas, the contract had pertained to the heist, and now it seemed the gig was truly about to start. She leaned forward onto the handrail they were stood before, propping her chin up with one hand, and listened to his plan; was it just happenstance that it required a helpless woman? Was he making this up on the fly, or had he anticipated her being around?

What a stupid question. He couldn't have known.

"A pretty girl, eh?" She turned her head back toward him, peering over her shoulder, and smirked, "Shall we fetch you a dress, Casanova?" All joking aside though, this seemed like it could work. Although they were placing a lot of weight in their potential concern for her well being, Kyra had a certain knack for knowing when things were heading south, call it an instinct if you would, and she wasn't new to the scene where violence was concerned.

So long as it wasn't a Forcie she was facing. Look how badly that had gone last time. A brief bout of phantom pain lingered where her left arm ought to have been, the line down her face which had been worked wonders on burned, and even her vision began to blur very briefly, before she shook off the sensation and the memory entirely.

Kriffin' Sith.

"You think it's that easy to scare me off, hotshot? Hardly. Though this does change up the odds a little..." She twisted on her heel then, taking a few confident steps toward him, gaze lingering on his face - his lips, then up to his eyes. Leaning up onto her tiptoes, she brought her lips close to his, lingering until there was barely an inch between them, a tiny grin spread across them for a moment.

"One more for the road?" she breathed.

If this all went south, at least she'd have that.

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[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Kyra Sol"]

Head tilted slightly as the smirk grew larger.

"Well, my legs would look great in a dress, I will give you that." Tash played along for a moment, before she got to business and made him incline his head. "No, I don't suppose it would." The next beat didn't need any more words for him, already his arms wrapped themselves around her and pulled her in, against him. Kissing deep, kissing fierce, entirely in the moment and everything else to the void for the moment. It was simply the way things were with Tash.

The moment was all there was to him.

He didn't worry about the future, didn't whine about the past, just continued on trucking as it were and enjoyed himself in the meantime. It worked for him, it made him free in ways that few other people could truly aspire to in the end.

The Sith spoke of broken shackles, but their entire dogma was one large cage that they kept bursting against... in a vein attempt to try to be the one to shatter the roof.

It never worked out for them.

"Let's get started, shall we?" He breathed against her lips for a moment, before nuzzling her and then breaking. Stepping back and looking over towards the alley. "Show time."

 

[Lief]

He did have some nice legs...

The smirk intensified for half a second, before their lips met once again and the world around them dissolved into nothingness. It seemed as though he didn't do things in halves, this scoundrel, there was just as much intensity behind the kiss as there had been back in the alleyway, when the contract had been signed, though she wasn't about to complain. Leaning up on her tiptoes, into it, she afforded them just a minute more of serenity before the chaos could hit.

His life was one she could learn a thing or two from, to be sure; there had been a time when she was much more carefree, in her younger years - between the Pirates and Connor - where all that mattered was the next run. The Jedi had ruined that, sent her spiraling down a path she had not understood, and then spat her out at the end without any guidance or comprehension.

Rage filled her for a moment there, and when they pulled back from one another her cheeks were flushed. He didn't deserve another thought, he was dead and that was that. Nothing more to say on it. She shook her head, and offered him a gentle smile. What she wouldn't give to lose herself in this whirlwind of a life Tash seemed to have going.

"One moment," she responded, voice light and airy and breathless, before she removed the duster from her body and set it over the railing. Would it still be there when she returned? It bloody well better have been, or else she'd be hunting a queen down. "Gotta make it believable" she mumbled, taking the blade from her boot and slicing a few holes into her sweater. She didn't really like the damn itchy thing anyway, next time she'd purchase something a little more comfortable.

Thankfully she already looked flustered, hopefully they wouldn't be able to tell the difference. With a nod her gaze drifted toward the alley, and she took in a small breath to try and brace herself. This wasn't something she'd ever done before... She'd have to follow his lead.

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[member="Kyra Sol"]

Just as they would enter the alley proper Tash stopped her for a moment.

Hand on her shoulder he leaned in slightly. Not to taste or to bite or to enjoy her more than he already had- that would come later. Instead Tash spoke, because this was important to him. "Seriously though- I am not a huge supporter of violence, so let's try and not kill 'em if we can help it, eh?" It was a foregone conclusion to the Tapani that they would have the upper-hand here. It was confidence that could infect you, if you let it. The bubbling smirk at the edge of the corner, the confident curl of his hand around her shoulder and the complete ease as they stood there to breach a local diamond ring.

He should have seemed nervous, been nervous, but instead it looked as if Tash was just strolling down the park in the apex of summer. It didn't look like there was much worry here for him.

"What happens happens, but... I enjoy a challenge and killing is far too easy." That was the crux of the matter for Itash as he elaborated when confusion shone bright in her eyes. Their lives didn't really matter to him- he wasn't a Jedi, after all. All that Itash cared about was his own life, maybe a handful of people that had slowly inched their way in his life as well.

But the rest?

Kark 'em.

It was the challenge that Itash hunted for, rushed into at every opportunity, there was the thrill of the moment as everything fit together. They exchanged nods, agreement, then Tash retreated into the shadows and disappeared out of view.

 

[Lief]

They approached the alley, but before the show could begin she felt a hand at her shoulder and halted, glancing toward him and his more serious expression. So the scoundrel did have a serious side, that was good to know.

"Do you see any weapons on me?" she inquired with a raised brow, though that was a stupid question given that her gunbelt genuinely held two blasters and a hidden lightsaber hilt... Upon realizing that she reached down to unhook one of the weapons, the slug, and passed it off to him. "Careful with her, I built her myself," she said, before hiding the second under her shirt, out of sight. It was her ion, less permanent in its damage but just as debilitating. Worth having, just incase.

"Don't worry, I don't make a habit of shooting folks; last time I confronted someone, well... Let's just say I'm lucky for modern technology. I won't do chit unless provoked, okay?"

She gave him a gentle, easy smile, before turning back toward the alley; the door loomed close by, and with a small intake of breath to ready herself she broke into a sprint toward it. She was in good shape, so forcing a flustered pant was difficult to say the least, but it sounded convincing enough, as though she was breathless. Her fist lifted, rapping loudly against the durasteel door which proved to be a bit of a mistake... Damn thing hurt like nobody's business.

Oh well, a bruised hand would only add to the whole effect.

"Please," she cried out, voice surprisingly shrill and damsel-in-distress inspired, "Oh, please open up..."

Still her pained hand beat down on the door, over and over in a frantic fashion. Acting school? Eat your heart out. She'd seen enough of this chit in real life scenarios to pull it off...

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[member="Kyra Sol"]

The first thing that Kyra would notice when he accepted the gun was the hesitation.

The second thing was the awkward way he took hold of it. Fingers curling around the barrel in an unfamiliar fashion, before hooking it around his belt and forgetting all about it. There was no point to a gun for him - his mind was enough power for him. What use was a gun when you could simply force other people to do your bidding for you with a simple request?

Shoot him.

Sit there.

Kill yourself.

That last one wasn't really a thing he liked to do often. It felt... strange to be inside someone's head before they ended their lives, that short moment of consciousness before it was snuffed away in a miniature explosion to the head. "Good luck, love." Tash whispered to her back as she began her little show. It didn't take long for loud stomping boots to echo, before the door was pushed open.

Out came a head first.

Thick head, broad shoulders, goofy expression permanently etched into his face.

Whoever the enforcer was, he didn't seem to be very intelligent. "...who you?"

 

[Lief]

His hesitation had surprised her, but she knew they had a limited timeframe here so she decided to speak on it once this was said and done, if she even remembered to at all.

It wasn't as though it mattered, in truth, Kyra had them more for moral support than anything, she couldn't recall the last time she had used them in earnest. She was, after all, a simple scrapheap girl, she spent most of her time deconstructing, reconstructing, salvaging, than she did pew pewing.

Stood beside the door, her eyes were wide and surprisingly teary when the sound of footsteps approached, a quiver coming over her person, running down the length of her spine. The brute who opened the door eyed her for a moment, and she worried that the plan wasn't going to work, that the door was simply going to be slammed in her face.

Her bruised hand halted mid-air so as not to rap against the man, and she lifted her gaze up to meet him, expression pleading.

"Oh, thank the stars," she breathed, her voice breaking as she pressed closer to the door and the brute, "Please... You have to let me inside..." One tear fell for theatrical effect, and she hastily wiped it away with a quiver of her lower lip, "I'm lost, and s-someone's following me..." she whimpered, glancing over her shoulder frightfully, before glancing back up at him, eyes pleading with him, crying mercy.

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[member="Kyra Sol"]

Lazy eyes were dim and for a moment it was silent.

It was clear there were big, big and slow gears turning behind the hulk's eyes.

Silence.

"No help here, bye." The door was already closing when a voice rang out and made him halt. The door widened just a bit, so the big burl caught a glimpse of Itash stepping out of a corner and suspicion arose. Only for a moment though, because then... Itash talked. "Friend, friend, friend, how can you not help such a beautiful woman in need?" There was inflection in his voice, there was something stirring in the air and the big guy blinked, twice, while mulling that question over.

Protocol dictated to close the door and hunker down.

But he wanted to answer that question. "Job is to hold the door." A big shrug. "I hold the door." Tash nodded seriously at that- it made complete sense, if your job was to hold the door, you held the door. This was why Itash didn't have a job.

He didn't like being locked into doing something.

"But did they ever specify in which direction you should be holding the door." Mouth opened. Mouth closed. The door-holder squinted at Tash, while his mind was trying to wrap itself around that question. It almost felt like he was the butt of a joke, but it was such a reasonable question. Because the answer was no, they had never specified that. It made him worry a bit. What if he had been doing his job wrong this entire time and nobody had bothered to tell him?

"....no."

Itash nodded at that. "So, you could step outside, let us in and hold it from the other direction until we are back, yes?"

"...yes?"

Brilliant grin now and his fingers curled around Kyra's shoulder, pulling her back a bit so there was room for the holder to move out. "...here?" He asked hopefully, when he settled down outside and next to the door itself. It seemed to be the right place for him.

"Perfect, perfect. Remember, only open it when Darling here or me asks for it, yes?"

"Yes!" This was easier, at least now he knew what to do. Perfect... yes.

Itash stepped on through and Kyra followed alongside him, until the door settled shut behind them. "Well. That was fun."

 

[Lief]

Before the door could close fully she reached out to grasp it, even as a voice broke through the alleyway.

Surprise was writ upon her expression, genuine surprise this time, and as the brute gave pause Kyra turned her head back and looked at Itash. Apparently he couldn't resist joining the fun, not that she could blame him.

Her tear filled gaze shot back to the brute, and while the two men verbally sparred she tugged on the door some more, playing up her own desperation.

"I only need to make a call" she whimpered, though surprisingly enough it wasn't her damsel in distress act that seemed to work, but Tash's quick thinking, he had completely outwitted the brute, though the burly fellow didn't seem to have much happening between his ears if truth be told.

She stepped back when Itash grasped her shoulder and tugged her back toward him, and when the door was finally opened and the brute had his new instructions she gave a wry smile and followed him through into the hallway beyond. When the door closed it was surprisingly dark, with just a few florescent lights to guide their way. Not that she cared, she'd worked in worse conditions than this.

"Fun? Yes... I am so glad you didn't miss the show."

Her method would have taken much more time than they had, if the brute continued to be so apathetic. No worries, though, because now the way was open before them. Not that she had any clue of which way to go.

She kept her voice and footsteps as quiet as she could, so as not to have either echoing through the hall, and glanced across to him with a more genuine smile than the one she had shown just moments before, almost a grin.

"Charming and intelligent, who'd have thought it, Casanova..."

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[member="Kyra Sol"]

"Oh, I wouldn't say intelligent really, no not at all." Tash responded with a smirk that was quickly becoming trademarked to him, by the way he flashed it every so often without regards for originality. No, Tash did not truly consider himself intelligent. There were many attributes of himself that he considered the apex of things. Stunning good looks, a jawline like woah, finely shaped eyebrows, a voice that could sing someone into... things and then there was his luck.

But smarts?

No, that was never his thing.

Who truly needed to work their brains, when they had his looks and luck? Just some charisma sprinkled over it, a quick tongue and more often than not situations simply bend itself to his specifications.

He pulled her in again, a kiss, right before she could escape and then stole away himself.

 

[Lief]

"Now modesty I wasn't expecting" she quipped with a coy grin to boot, playing up the teasing tone in that moment. Here was a man who could effortlessly talk his way in or out of any scenario, he'd managed it with her of all people, after all, and Kyra wasn't known for being so easy to sway. Then again, that was as much her own doing as his, a new leaf in her life.

Take more chances, care a little less... Back to her old ways, before Harrison.

Without warning he broke her from her thoughts with a well placed kiss that was gone as quickly as it arrived, and he with it. She took a moment to process it, before her grin lapsed into a satisfied smile. She followed close at hand, mentally hoping that her belongings would still be where they left them on the way out. After all, they were rather valuable things!

She doubted any of the snotty Arkanians would give a second look at some old duster, though. Propriety had a use after all.

"So, what next?" she whispered, trying not to give their infiltration away.

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