I'll Find You

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Of course." He told her with a small smile perking on his lips.

Munin liked these little journeys.

Sitting at home with Spark and watching Holo-net was fun, but these little trips were a rare view into how they worked as a couple out together. It always went surprisingly well...until something big went wrong, but usually it wasn't their fault. The truth was that the Slicer simply enjoyed Spending time with Spark, no matter what they were doing or exactly whatever goal they were trying to accomplish.

"Remember." He said flicking a switch. "For today my name is Lan."

The slicer said with a smirk. "Just a smuggler from the outer rim. A dashing rogue if you will."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She snorted and reached around for the crash-webbing, buckling herself in. "Dashing rogue. Well, Lan. Don't you need a bit more facial scruff for that?" Thin lips were turned upwards into a wide-smile.

Thin digits gripped the lip of her seat tightly, trying to hide the jitters that were dancing within the bottom of her stomach.

A quick breath was sucked in through her nose. I'll be okay. This isn't the station. We're not going to run into any sith. #safe

"I was thinking I could be Carly the slicer for hire." Lying was always easier when it was mostly true. Plus, when she first met Munin, she played the Geek Squad worker. Pretty much the same thing. Tech help. "What do you think of that, Lan? Good enough to keep a rogue from snatching me up?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Carly, eh?" He said the name with a little bit of a smirk.

False names weren't exactly new for either of them.

Both he and Spark had to assume a number of identities in the course of their time, especially when they were trying not to be noticed. It had its own sort of fun attached to it, the kind that Munin and Spark excelled at. Oddly enough they'd met when he had an assumed name, though for the life of him he couldn't even remember what it was.

Seemed like a lifetime ago.

"I think it'll work." Munin said as he flipped the starships engines on. "But I think you forgot a rogue has already snatched you up."

He poked her side with a smirk.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Hey," she snorted and squirmed away as much as the restraints in her seat would allow. "Better watch that finger of yours, Lan." She gave a thin-smile. "Carly might be meaner than I am."

#smallfists? #smallpunches

"And don't remind me. I still don't know how you managed that especially when you flopped all over me in those tight air vents." Blues rolled, though a smile remained on her pale face. "Just try not to get into any trouble when we get there."

Course they both knew she was the trouble magnet.

Converse-clad feet lifted and kicked up on the dash.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He smirked at her.

The ship kicked into gear and in no time they were already passing into orbit. There was a slight kick as the ship pressed itself up, and then out into space. Munin smiled as he watched the transition of the stars, his eyes folding towards the left for a moment as he tried to spot a particular constellation. "I never cause trouble."

The Slicer reminded his girlfriend as he punched in some coordinates.

"Trouble finds me." He gave her another grin. "I just try to run away as fast as I can."

As he spoke Munin leaned up and pressed the small levers of the hyperdrive forward, the ship jolting slightly before it suddenly bounded into hyperspace. His hand slid from the control, fingers slowly finding Spark's as he wrapped his palm around hers and smiled.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

A smile met his. Thin digits wrapping around his own. Feet eased off the instrument panel. They'd have a little bit of time in hyperspace. Maybe a few hours. "Didn't run fast enough to get away from me," her smile widened, thumb running over the back of his palm. Free hand came up to tug the crash webbing off her shoulders.

If it wasn't for his hand, she wondered if she'd experience another episode. Another flashback. It felt like it was hunting and haunting her - just around the edges.

A small gulp.

Being the opposite of her normal self, she felt as though as she needed touch right now. #justhis Standing, she took a shuffle or two and eased into Munin's lap. "I just want to sit here for a second," she'd murmur against him, unless he moved and she knocked her head against his nose or something as equally awkward. #fullofawkwardmoments

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin gave her a surprised look, but he didn't complain.

It was rare that Spark actually moved first, mostly because it wasn't within her nature. The Slicer wasn't one to complain about such things, it meant that when she did come to him it was all the more special. He watched her for a moment and then slipped his arms around her.

"I'm not really that comfortable of a chair." He told her with a smile.

They had some time before they actually reached the shadowport, just a few hours was fast in terms of galactic travel, but it was still a bit. The vessel had food and beds in case anything happened, but Munin highly doubted that it would. The trade lanes were often traveled and well guarded.

"Though." He said with a smirk. "I am heated."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She frowned, bony butt shifting slightly on his legs. "You're right. Not so much padding." A timid smile passed across her lips. Arms slowly unwound from around him and her head lifted. "I need to get my blaster anyway." She eased off her boyfriend's lap, the moment of boldness quickly disappearing.

A few hours later....

They'd docked and given the docking warden a significant bribe. The shadowport was bustling. Spark adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on her face, her own blaster well out in the open. Blonde hair was tied tightly back in a ponytail. Simple. #nofuss

Carly looked to Lan. "Who did you set up the shipment of food to come through again?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"It's a local vendor." Munin reminded her, slipping the belt that held his blaster into place.

He usually didn't like wearing something like that, generally his blaster was hidden somewhere in his coat, but he was supposed to be a smuggler. When wearing a disguise it was important to actually carry that disguise. You couldn't just wander around and claim something, you had to be it. He'd learned that early on enough, even back at the orphanage. Blending in was about more than just saying whatever you wanted, it was about truly finding your place.

As odd as that was.

"Erith." He told her. "I've known her for a few years."

As close to someone that Munin trusted as was possible. Erith was someone who'd helped him and Huginn escape the orphanage near a decade ago. She was getting on in years now, but trustworthy and kind. She dealt in...appropriated goods, including food.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Taking out her datapad, her face glued to the screen as they walked, looking up every now and then. Blonde hair fell in wisps around her bony shoulders, that were covered in a dark grey jacket. She was playing a slicer which was easy because she was one - most of the time. When she wasn't gallivanting as Alliance.

Fingers came up and pinched her glasses further up her pale, freckled nose.

A purple-twilek waltzed in front of their path, Spark nearly running into the woman as she stopped right in front of Munin, arms crossing beneath a very full chest, moons of cleavage well exposed with clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. Spark couldn't help but blush. The twilek's bright green eyes weren't focused on the little girl blonde, they were focused fully on Munin.

#vavavoom

"Lan," she purred. "Well, well, well. Look what the nexu dragged back. Been a long time."

She looked him up and down.

"Do you want some fresh, new gossip?" A purple finger ran down his chest.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

This woman wasn't Erith, a fact that Munin hoped Spark would believe.

The Twi'lek touched him, her finger running down his chest. He shook slightly, mostly because it was something he didn't really enjoy. The touch of another being had always...disturbed him, not as badly as Spark of course, and not at all for the same reasons. He'd always been a bit of a germaphobe, and other people tended not to be as...well kept as himself or Spark.

Especially not people who lived in places like this. "Uhh."

He trailed off as he pressed the hand away from himself.

"No, Varyn." The name came from his tongue with a slight hint of forcefulness, pushing the girl away just a little bit, though trying not to be rough about it. "Just making a supply run is all, don't need no gossip."

Varyn was an entertainer...if one could call it that. She wasn't one of the little birds he and Huginn used, but people of her sort knew more than most would expect.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Shame," tongue-clucked as pouty lips were put out in full-force. Sandy brows rose as the slicer's pale lips parted, gaze flitting between Munin and..Varyn? #purplechick "You know where to find me sweetie if you change your mind."

Hip cocked to the other side, curves swaying. Someone whistled as they walked by. Spark's cheeks burned a little warmer. The woman's gaze drifted to her.

"Well you're a real cutie too." Purple finger extended and went to go beneath Spark's chin. If the gangly-blonde had let her. She took a stumbling step back. "Shy now aren't we," the twilek grinned wolfishly. "I ain't picky with who I share with, dear. Same offer stands for you too. Whoever a friend of Lan's is a friend of mine." She practically purred.

"I um," Spark trailed off, silent look pleading to Munin for help.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"On your way." Munin said as he laid a hand on Varyn's shoulder and gently nudged her away.

The woman had a habit of lingering far too long than was appreciated. She was always one to divulge information for the right price, but the trade off was she'd try to gather as much as she could herself. She wasn't a broker of course, not like Munin, but she had learned long ago that the right words could be much more value than anything else she sold. The Slicer couldn't blame her of course, but it was a habit that got on his nerves extremely quickly.

Munin didn't like people trying to drag information from him.

The woman frowned for a moment, no, she pouted and then turned away. She gave the pair one last look over her shoulder, then slowly began to swagger away. Munin watched her for just a few seconds, then turned back towards Spark.

"She's an informant." He explained. "Knows everyone that passes through the station."

And more, but they weren't here for that.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"She," Spark trailed off, not sure how to proceed. "Seemed, um, flirty."

Cheeks still burned.

#flustered

"Did you two have a thing, before?" She wasn't jealous. Spark wasn't the jealous type. Not usually. Just curious. Stepping forward, she began weaving her way through the throngs of smugglers, thieves, spacers, and ordinary folk. She'd run and lived in stations like these. These were her people. More so than Alliance. Places like this felt like home. Usually, she spent her time blending in the shadows and not being seen. Being so out in the open with someone else was a bit different.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"No!" Munin said abashed.

His face flushed slightly.

The Slicer would never pretend or lie to Spark, he'd been with other women before her, but not Varyn. Never Varyn. Before he'd met Spark, hell even now he had a small...thing about germs. There was just a certain kind of person that the Slicer could never deal with in that capacity, and Varyn was one of them. It wasn't that she was...dirty or anything but Munin had a mental block when it came to people like her. The fact of the matter was Varyn worked each and every single day in one of the dirtiest places in the galaxy.

Munin didn't even want to think about that.

"It's just how she is." He stated quickly, assuring her. "That's how she gets information from people, she flusters them, tries to get them to pay attention to her and not what they're saying its..."

Munin trailed off. "It's off-putting."

He frowned.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Yeah. I'm glad she didn't get me alone for awhile."

Didn't realize how it sounded until it left her thin lips.

#oops

"I mean," pale face reddened further. "You know." Their faces matched. What a bunch of frauds they were. "Do you work with people like that a lot?" She'd never met an information broker before Munin. Her line of work mostly had her work with other types of criminals and fellow data nerds.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The slightest of smiles touched her lips at the comment, though Munin managed to keep himself from breaking out into a laugh.

"I have to." He told her calmly.

The fact of the matter was that being an Information Broker often meant associating with everything from the lowliest street urchin to the governor of a planet. Nobody how low somebody crawled or how high they walked, Munin had to talk to them. His information came mostly from the Red Codex now, but there were still valuable secrets out there that even that thing couldn't touch. Informants were important in this world, no one could deny that, not in his line of work.

"Most of them aren't as...friendly as her." He frowned. "Though they're all out for themselves."

There was no exceptions to that. "They just do what they do best."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"So maybe I should be wary of you, Lan. Once a scoundrel always a scoundrel?"

Lips twitched.

"Out for yourself?"

#lolol

She weaved with Munin through the crowds. "Are we almost there, to your contact? And is she expecting both of us or should I go check the darkweb for job postings?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"She's expecting us both." Lan said with a small smile.

The store owner was a kindly little old lady, though more devious than a hundred different smugglers and pirates mushed together. She had been in this business for almost a century, and that experience showed in how she did business. Sometimes Munin wondered just how much the woman actually knew, though he had always suspected it was oddly more than himself.

"And." He began as he reached over and squeezed her hand. "You never have to worry about me."

It was true enough.

Despite this business being rough at times, he himself hadn't the heart to do anything truly cruel. The blaster that he carried most of the time wasn't even loaded, that or it only had a stun setting. It was a small secret, but one that Spark was aware of. The truth was Munin had never really needed to be cruel. Those that would double cross or harm him had always been far too worried about what information he had on him to do anything foolish. It was an insurance policy.

After a few more moments of walking they entered the storefront, a run down shack on the outside, though a nicely decorated store on the inside. "Neera?"

Munin called out with a soft voice.