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Private Echoes of Retribution

Finley

T h e C r i m s o n F o x



Under the neon lights of Nar Shaddaa, a sordid undercurrent of activity thrived. Finn stood amidst the chaos, his presence commanding and resolute. The Crimson Fox, a title that had become both a badge of honor and a crown of thorns, was on the hunt. He wasn't just chasing shadows—he was dismantling them piece by piece.

With the Executioner unholstered, he moved with calculated precision through the narrow alleys and decrepit buildings. The red glow of his glasses cut through the murk, casting an eerie light that made his emerald eyes appear all the more intense. Each step was measured, his steel-toed boots emitting the hypnotic 'ching' of beskar spurs.

The plan was simple: hit the smaller syndicates first. It was tactical, methodical—flush out the rats and lead them straight to the nest. Finn had made it his mission to clean up his side of the street, and the smaller crime syndicates were acutely aware of his reputation. The Crimson Fox wasn't just a name; it was a warning, a promise of retribution.

But tonight, things had gone awry. Finn's mind raced as he navigated the labyrinthine underworld. Christine—separated from him amid the fray—invaded his thoughts, her image a constant companion. His heart clenched with every beat, a painful reminder of the love and worry that gripped him. Christine was his anchor, his constant in the storm of his life. Losing sight of her during the raid had been like losing a part of himself.

The sounds of blaster fire echoed around him, punctuated by the occasional shout or scream. Finn's grip tightened on the Executioner, its weight familiar and reassuring. Yet, the cold metal against his skin only amplified the longing and fear gnawing at him. He had to find Christine; the thought of her in danger was unbearable.

Memories of their time together fueled his determination—the way she laughed, her touch, the fierce love that burned between them. In the midst of chaos, she had become his beacon. As Finn cornered another syndicate thug, he didn't just see an enemy; he saw an obstacle keeping him from Christine. His movements were precise, each action deliberate as he fought through the hoards.

The syndicate network was vast, a tangled web of deceit and corruption. Finn's mission of pinpointing where the small became large required patience and cunning. Every bust, every broken chain in their operations brought him closer to his goal. But tonight was different—this was personal.

Cornered in a dimly lit alley, the thug had nowhere left to run. Finn's grip on the Executioner tightened as he slammed the thug against the wall. "Where are the kids and young women you've taken?" Finn barked, his voice laced with venom. "Talk!"

The thug's eyes darted frantically, desperation etched on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about—"

Finn cut him off, shoving the barrel of the Executioner against the thug's jaw. "Don't even try to lie," he snarled. "I know about the spice, I know you've been dealing in my territory! I warned you all what the consequences would be!"

The thug winced, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Please, I swear, I don't know!"

Finn's fury only intensified. He slammed the thug harder against the wall, his voice a razor's edge. He leaned in, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Where are they?" he demanded, his voice dangerous and low. "You tell me now, or your next breath might be your last."

The thug's resolve cracked under the weight of Finn's wrath. "Alright, alright! They're in a warehouse on the east side," he stammered. "Please -- have mercy...."

Finn's eyes narrowed, his grip on the Executioner unwavering. "Mercy?" he said, his voice a deadly whisper. "You wouldn't show me mercy if the roles were reversed.... but I look at this as a mercy. With you gone, its one more child, one less load of spice delivered. May the void show mercy... your penance starts now."

Without hesitation, Finn pulled the trigger, the Executioner roaring to life. The thug's body slumped to the ground, lifeless. There would be no mercy, no second chances for those who preyed on the innocent.

As the final shots rang out and the last of the thugs fell, Finn's eyes remained sharp and vigilant. The bust was far from over, but his determination was unwavering. Finding Christine, ensuring her safety—that was his mission now. The love and worry he harbored for her fueled his every step, his every breath. The Crimson Fox would prevail, not just for the streets he sought to clean, but for the woman who held his heart.

Taking a long breath and holstering his gun, he pulled a deathstik out from his jacket and perched it to his lips. As he inhaled, manipulating the molecules in the air, by the force, the end of the stik lit with a dim ember as he took a long drag and allowed the smoke to pour from his nostrils as he sighed. Christine wasn't a fan of his habit... but he almost wasn't a fan of the things he needed, was required to do to protect those that couldn't.

Man he needed a stiff drink right now...

Life was cruel at times.

With a weary sigh, Finn's gaze cut through the darkness as he pressed forward, each movement a testament to the fierce determination that defined him. The sting was far from over, and he was ready to face whatever lay ahead, armed with the unwavering love that gave him strength.

 
Heavy riffs and a mugful of caf, and we're good.

Deputy Marshal Christine Dellard sneaked through the narrow and dark alleys of her homeplanet of Nar Shaddaa, with the goal of reuniting with her deputy, and her love Finley Finley . They had really shaken things up in one of the most crime infested districts on the planet, and Chris had agreed with Finn that it was time to take the fight home. All in the name of the Alliance Marshals Service, of course. Finn had been a deputy for a... couple of weeks now, and however sweet he was at home Chris had her struggles teaching the former space pirate how to keep things clean and by the book. The thought about him brought a knowing smile to her lips, though. Only he would notice it through the mask belonging to her armor. The way she moved, the way she talked around him and felt comfortable around him. Only true love could be the cause of that. Kark him if he'd die on her tonight.

Chris approached a corner to a larger street. The street was almost empty, considering the time of day. Only the regular scums, bandits and enforcers of the local gang hung out by a less than legal cantina. She leaned against the cold wall and squeezed the handle of her pistol a few times, while pondering about her options. The garbage container beside her caught her eye, and she got an idea. Chris took a deep breath and readied herself, before she aimed a hard kick to the container, sending it rolling across the street with her hiding behind it. A couple of shots went off as she fired at the thugs from behind the still moving container, hitting them with great precision and making most of them fall to the ground. She then rolled into the next alley, got to her feet and made a run for it.

She pushed on through the streets, her agility and endurance being far superior than her chasers, and she knew these streets since her childhood. It made her outrun her chasers, just to end up in front of another dark and threatening figure who she swiftly aimed the nozzle at ready to pull the trigger.

''FINN?!'' she called when she recognised him, and instantly holstered the gun and threw herself into his arms. ''What the hell happened to stick together?! I'm almost tempted to shoot you in the feet, you know that?!'' Chris said while hugging his tall muscular frame tightly.
 

Finley

T h e C r i m s o n F o x


His mind was sharp like the finest surgical tool and as his jade eyes scanned the dimly lit alleys behind the icey gaze his glasses gave off his muscles tensed at the figure that approached him from behind.

However.. much like his namesake, Finley, the fox was intimately aware of all his surroundings.

No sooner than he had time to turn around, Christine had called his name aloud and embraced him in a full and forceful hug. He could hear the bite of worry within her voice, and the sting of frustration as she spoke of their separation during the sting. As he held her within the cradle that was his arms he didn't speak much, his jawline tensing slightly as he let out a small sigh of relief.

Stick together, that was the plan -- until it hadn't been.

Reassuringly squeezing her and then pulling back, his lips locked with hers fiercely, the faint taste of the deathstik he'd just smoked lingering on his saliva and natural musk of his body. Pulling back, he titled down his red sunglasses, his eyes meeting with hers. "It wasn't my intention Chris, it just happened -- but I'm thankful your safe."

His tone was sincere and apologetic as he spoke.

Allowing his hands to slide down the length of her arms until their touch was no more, he turned his head down the alleyway in which he'd been following.

"My source evidently was... compromised, but he'll get his when I find him again -- they were fully aware we were coming and I can only hope the other judges fared better than us, however -- the installation to the trafficking ring we have been staking out is about 2 klicks from our current position and I've met nothing but resistance the whole way."
His teeth clenched once again as his voice growled. "If they are aware... it'll be a dogfight."

He turned around as his glasses gleamed in the low lighting, a grin forming on his lips.

"Lets show them just how bad our bite feels love... how bout' it... Marshall?"


 
Heavy riffs and a mugful of caf, and we're good.
Their bodies separated reluctantly as Chris loosened the hug around her Echani partner and loved one. Finn's pleasant scent and touch was as always welcome, with it came the knowledge that he was alright. He radiated a feeling of safety and security, even though his assertiveness had been put to the test when first describing his love for her. She would always remember their first meeting, and she admired his honesty and straightforwardness. Never in her wildest dreams, Chris would have imagined them to end up as partners back then. Now, her dreams were pretty much filled with the guy. Not that she complained about that fact, though!

"It wasn't my intention Chris, it just happened -- but I'm thankful your safe."

''Me?'' Chris said with an amused chuckle. ''I'll always get by... You're the rookie around here, babe! I know I got no reason to worry, though...'' she said, cracking him a smile, squeezed his hand and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before pulling down the mask again. Letting go of his hand, she was about to turn in the directon of the mission, but stopped and looked back at Finn as he continued.

"My source evidently was... compromised, but he'll get his when I find him again -- they were fully aware we were coming and I can only hope the other judges fared better than us, however -- the installation to the trafficking ring we have been staking out is about 2 klicks from our current position and I've met nothing but resistance the whole way." His teeth clenched once again as his voice growled. "If they are aware... it'll be a dogfight."

''No chit? You got to cut those pirate bands soon enough, babe... You're a deputy now... No one can be trusted outside our own department...'' Chris explained. ''Well, even inside you got to be careful who you align yourself with... but, I think I taught you that already...?'' she added and pulled her pistol from the holster again, spinning it around her finger once, before taking point by the closest corner. ''Your guy will definitely get what he deserves... but we don't go beyond the book, right... deputy?'' Chris reminded him about the regular proceedures. He was still a bit rough around the edges when it came to the transition from ruthless pirate to law abiding public servant.

"Lets show them just how bad our bite feels love... how bout' it... Marshall?"

''Feth... I love the fact that we speak the same language..." Christine uttered, smiling under the mask. "By the way, hun... You better hide those death sticks when we get home, or they'll end up under my boot." she added half jesting half serious. Actually, more serious than not. Old bad habits. She peaked around the corner, the sensors of her suit and face mask fully busy to detect enemy presence.

 
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