Private Intruder alert

[Quain Pluvinage]

Location: Nar Shaddaa | Local Time: 22:10​

Why did it have to be Nar Shaddaa? This was the question Quain as kept asking himself, each and every time he was sent to the planet. While it had nice enough facilities in general, the people tended to suit the description of 'scum' to the point. Not to mention the criminality, corruption and general danger which seemed to be constants. "As you know, we haven't been doing very well lately" His client, a certain Mia Mertis spoke, her voice annoyingly harsh, bouncing between bitter and sarcastic. His lips formed a thin line as he nodded silently. There was no need for him to rub it in - it had probably been hard enough for her to admit already. "Our stock has been dropping like a stone, but we did as you asked" she continued before taking another whiff from her cigarra. The deputy started coughing as she blew the smoke at him - he had never been a big fan of cigarras and found the smoke rather bothersome in general. "Yes, Ms. Mertis, you had to cut your losses. Most of your assets are secured in MantelCorp" he spoke, trying to explain that she didn't have much to worry about.

The music from the main area of the cantina was loud but they didn't need to have the door closed as the rather isolated room was quiet enough. Now, the music simply served as a form of background noise with the bass dunking being what was the most noticeable. A satisfied grin formed on the woman's face. She even went to the point where she put out the cigarra after having seen that Quain was clearly not comfortable with it. The guard's voice could soon be heard. Clad in a black suit, he had stood by the door for hours, ensuring that their conversation would be held in privacy. Now, however, he was talking to a very upset Zabrak. The two business partners got up and slowly started walking to the man who was currently being restrained by a couple of friends. Apparently, he thought that Mia had destroyed his career, savings and family. Quain looked at her sheepishly, knowing that his firm probably had a hand in it too, if not directly then indirectly. "No matter. Take him away" she ordered nonchalantly. Just as the guard started walking towards him, the Zabrak broke loose. Other patrons were looking towards their private room now, apparently having caught on to who was inside and seemingly just as angry.

A pained grunt could be heard as the alien rammed his head into the guard's chest, only to be shot in the abdomen, causing them both to fall down. The friend rushed in right after with a raised beer bottle and was soon shot down too. Realising what was about to happen, Quain rushed towards the door and quickly closed and sealed it. Coughing blood, the guard grumbled in his commlink, asking for assistance but within just a few moments, he fell unconscious - whether he was dead or not was unknown to the deputy. Meanwhile, people started gathering outside, angrily trying to get the door open and banging on it. Quain sighed - he did have a blaster, but he wasn't very good at using it and frankly, disliked using it too. Shaking his head and resting his hands on his waist, Quain thought"What now?" right before Mia said "Kriff, we're trapped"

KinkyPrawn

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam didn't have much taste in Nar Shaddaa. It reminded her too much of where she came from. But on the flip side she knew how the place worked, and it had some creature comforts she liked quite a bit. Such as a very expensive brand of cigarettes she liked spoiling herself with every once in a while. Thankfully she wasn't working. This was merely a week or two to catch her breath.

She was seated on a bar stool at the club's counter, a glass of beer in hand. She was merely warming up, getting ready to get utterly plastered before trying to make her way back to her apartment...naturally via the scenic route. But a commotion from one of the staff doors caught her eye. She sat back, watching as a group of people tried to muscle their way into the office of what was likely the owner. She planned on laughing it off as a few drunk patrons. That was before the sound of blaster fire tore through the air. She did a double take as she saw two guys falling back into the hallway.

She watched as the mob tried to break down the door. The wheels in her head started to turn. With a smirk she chugged her pint and rose from her seat, placing a few credits on the table before drawing her twin WESTAR-35's from their shoulder holsters. She casually waltzed over to the hallway, her left hand idly tapping her pistol against her leg. When she got close she let loose, firing away at the group without hesitation. She emptied both pistols into the group and stepped over the corpses to get to the door. She reloaded her weapons then holstered one to loudly knock on the door. "Hey! You guys in there! Wanna survive, let me in!" she shouted at them, leaning against the doorframe as she waited to hear their response.

By now the club was in turmoil. Patrons were running away, screaming. It wouldn't be long before either some more mobs or a form of law enforcement arrived. And neither would be a good option in her opinion.

She kept an eye out for any more attackers, resting her pistol on her shoulder.

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

The banging against the door grew harder as the angry mob outside grew in size. Quain looked at the rather thick metallic door keeping him and his client safe for a moment. His eyes went down to the guard who looked rather dead - the Zabrak's horns had done quite some damage, it seemed. After bending down to close his eyes, he stood back up again "I guess there's nothing else for us to do but to weather the storm" he said with a solemn voice. While Mia Mertis remained by the door, still looking at all the people through the security feed, Quain walked back to the couches where they had been sitting moments ago. Without a word, he quietly put on his coat. Tailor made, filled out his form rather nicely as it added a relatively thick layer onto his thin limbs. While stacking layers might have been common among underfed thugs, he did it too - but supported by wealth and a great tailor, making him seem quite a bit more formidable than he would without it. Of course, the illusion would fall apart upon being touched, but he hoped that it wouldn't come to that. The best case would be for the other guards to come and shoo the mob away, if not, his now somewhat greater form might at least work to deter them from attacking him. But then, at this point, it was a rather naive idea as the ones outside seemed very angry.

Picking up his glass, Quain took a small zip from the red wine - enough to make him feel a little better, but not enough to make him unsteady. Holding the glass in his right hand, he over to Mia Mertis. She looked like she had seen a ghost - apparently having spotted the armed girl on the security feed. "What is it?" he asked, walking closer. Instead of receiving a response, he heard blaster fire and saw what was happening on the monitor. Someone was killing them! He was quickly filled with fear and sorrow. He didn't like death, not at all, and seeing so many suddenly gasp as a bolt hit their back was heart wrenching. "No" he whispered, seeing the terror unfold.

"We have to stop it!" he exclaimed, walking towards the door. "No. If you go out, she'll kill you too" Mia's words caused him to stop - she was probably right. And soon enough, they were all dead, ten, maybe twenty people - and slowly, the girl approached. Quain had never thought that she would be so afraid of someone who appeared to be so sweet, but there she was, almost making him tremble. Her confident voice could be heard through the door. The two inside the room looked at each other "We're not letting her in" she said with a determined voice. Looking at the girl through the security monitor, Quain noted how she didn't have many places where she could hide explosives which he guessed was what was needed to get the door open. Still, he put his right hand behind his back where his blaster was hidden and did his best to prepare for using it mentally. Mia picked up the microphone and to speak and allow the security audio system to project her voice to the girl - but no words came, causing there to just be a long silence with static background noise. Leaning forth, the deputy eventually let out a short "No" managing to sound relatively calm, all things considered. He was lucky to have served in the navy before.

Soon, an angry voice could be heard - a guardsman in black suit screamed "Drop your weapons! Drop'em or we'll fire!" His blaster was pointed at her and a few meters away stood another guard who also aimed at her. The guard force was much larger than three people - apparently, they were trickling in.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

The answer Sam received really didn't sit well with her. Her face contorted in annoyance as she glared at the door. "Hey, I'm offering you an easy escape out of this place! You really gonna turn that down?!" she shouted at the people inside, not happy at all that she was missing out on this easy paycheque.

The appearance of the guard grabbed her attention. Her pistols flew up at the appearance of a second, dropping the first with one bolt before she spun around into a kneel and shot the second one. She took the brief moment to search the nearest one, finding a few tear gas grenades. She blocked off both sides of the hallway and tore away the panel hiding the locking system. She spent the next few moments slicing into the lock, bypassing it and forcing the door open. If these people didn't want her help, she would get her money some other way.

She moved in, switching to stun mode and firing into the room as she entered, hopefully hitting both occupants to make her life a lot easier...

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

Both the Deputy and his client looked dumbfounded as the girl let out an annoyed counter. Was she serious? She had just killed the angry mob outside - that threat was no longer relevant but she, the armed killer outside, was. And, perhaps unbeknownst to her, guard reinforcements were on their way.

When they arrived, however, the girl took them out gracefully, even managing to evade a shot as she knelt down to take out the second one. During his time in the navy, Quain had seen elite soldiers in action but knew that they definitely weren't operating at the same level as this girl was. Few were able to to move around with such speed and finesse whilst also accurately taking out prepared foes. "Where was she trained?" he mumbled with a shaky voice.

Once he realised that she was actually trying to hack her way into their room, Quain quickly brought out his blaster to fry the control panel and consequently the door unlock mechanisms, but it was already too late, she was in. Mia Mertis looked surprised, both at the attackers skill and at the fact that the deputy was armed.

It was clear that they wouldn't be able to prevent her from coming in, and anything standing in her way so far had died. Still, seeing how indiscriminately she had fired into the mob earlier, Quain suspected she might be out for blood anyways. Holding his blaster like a professional, still remembering a few skills from the navy, he pointed it at the door. "Don't make me hu-ughh...." he shouted out, trying his best to hide how afraid he was of her but was rudely interrupted at the stun bolt hit him and quickly took him out. Soon, the two of them were laying unconsciously on the floor, completely at the girl's mercy.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

She managed to get her shots off and neutralize the people inside. With a very small window to see what she had to work with, she looked both people over. The guard was dead, but the other two were definitely high value targets. But there was no way she could carry both of them. She had to make a choice.

With a sigh she hoisted the man up and over her shoulders, making her way out of the building through the back door. She made sure to hold her breath and close her eyes as she moved through the cloud of gas...she hoped the man didn't suffocate too much. Outside she carefully moved to get to her speeder before driving off with her new asset. He looked familiar, though she couldn't place his face anywhere from memory. She would have to wait until she got to her ship before she could find out.

After driving like a maniac she parked her speeder in her cargo hold and closed up her ship, flying off into the night sky. She tied him to the table in her mess room while her droid maneuvered the ship into place and jumped to hyperspace. Finally safe and free from interruption, she searched him for anything that could tell her who he was. She found his datapad and, after paging around a bit, her eyes went wide. "Holy kriff..." she muttered as she looked at him. She figured he was pretty high value, but not this high. She dropped the datapad onto the table and seated herself on top of it in front of him.

"Hey, wake up." she ordered, tapping his cheek repeatedly to pull him out of the stun bolt's effects.

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

Stun bolts weren't harmless. People kept saying that they were, but every time Quain had been hit by one, it always resulted in pain. This time, he had hit his elbow hard in the ground when he fell and the bolt's point of impact, by his abdominal area was still sore. But something was pulling his mind away from the pain, a constant tapping or patting against his cheek - it distracted his mind from the pain and focused it on the pointed touches. Slowly, the deputy was starting to regain his senses, clearly indicated by the groan and pained expression which appeared when his forehead furrowed.

Slowly opening his eyes, his gaze met her mouth and sluggishly travelled up to meet hers. Momentarily, he had forgotten who she was, only really having seen her through a somewhat unclear security feet. After his eyes had slowly soaked in her rather pleasant features on their way up, Quain spoke "uuuh, who are you?" he asked with a tired voice. At this point, he barely even remembered the events that had just passed but had a very strong feeling that he should know who she was.

"You seem so familiar" he said before letting his eyes wander around the room, they were in the mess room of a ship which he didn't recognise. All he knew was that it definitely wasn't the Baleine. "Where ar-...." he began speaking as he intended to rise up, only to find that his left wrist was tied to the table. His sentence found an abrupt end as fear started creeping into his mind "What is this?" he asked with a rather upset tone. "You.. you're" he said as his memories started flooding back. It was her. Quain was terrified and felt a shiver pass through his body. "Please, p-.. please, you have to let me go" he said, obviously quite afraid of the girl as he backed until he hit the table.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam stopped slapping him as he started to wake up. She scooted forward, placing her feet on both sides of him as she leaned in closer. Her cold brown eyes studied him for a moment as he slowly regained his memory of the last few hours. "The girl of your dreams, pencilneck, now wake up." she said flatly as she gave him another slap.

He finally came to, remembering exactly who she was and what happened. He begged her to let him go, which only received a cold laugh from the mercenary. "Now why would I do that?!" she asked rhetorically. "I haven't had a good paycheque in weeks and ransoming you, of all people, will definitely solve that issue for me." she explained as she sat back, pulling out a box of cigarettes and lighting one. she took a deep drag, blowing the smoke into his face. "Now be a good little piggy and stay put. Otherwise I'll hurt ya..." she raised a boot and placed it over his throat before slowly pressing down. "Real...bad..." she muttered, then simply hopped off the table and checked his bonds.

She walked out of the mess room and climbed a ladder to the cockpit. Her droid gave a few beeps which received an annoyed look from her. "Hey, I need the creds. Now kark off and keep us on course. Once we drop out, make for Nal Hutta." she ordered as she dropped into the cockpit's chair. The little BB-unit gave a nervous nod and did as its mistress asked.

Feeling a little bored and sadistic, Sam returned to the mess room. "So mister Plumage, or however the kark your name is pronounced, who's more likely to pay a decent amount for your safe return?" she asked as she seated herself on the table in front of him once more. "Mommy or daddy love you enough? Or would your little spineless sweetheart give a womp-rat's ass about you?" she continued to degrade him with a smug grin on her face. Truth be told she didn't know anything about him, aside from a news article or two that painted his importance pretty clearly...

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

Ransom? The implications of what she had just said quickly made their impression in his mind. He spoke, softly but grew more anxious by every moment "No. No-no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no" He looked at her pleadingly whilst shaking his head. His words were by no means intimidating as his soft voice and scared expressions only indicated fear. "You..." he begun but started coughing as the smoke she blew hit him, causing him to cough. She had to be related to Mia or something - they both seemed to enjoy doing it and he hated being subjected to hit. "You d-..." he tried again but just coughed more. Before he had a chance to fully recover in order to speak to her, the girl pushed a boot against his throat. He looked at her confused as he was still sitting against the table which he had backed up against earlier. But soon, he noticed how he was being pushed downwards. Despite trying to resist, Quain found himself unable to keep his torso upright, especially since his entire body was gliding away a little from the table which he had tried to use as support.

Finally, he found himself on the floor, one arm raised towards the leg of the table to which he was bound, the other reaching for her ankle. With her superior position compared to his, he soon discovered that there was very little he could do to get away from under her as her foot wouldn't budge when he pushed against it. Naturally, it was not a sudden push threatening to topple her, but rather a slow one which desperately tried to free him from his current position. Oxygen had an increasingly hard time reaching his lungs, making him struggle to speak. Slowly removing his hand from her ankle, realising that his efforts were futile, Quain whispered "P-please" relying solely on her mercy as it seemed to be his only option at the time. As soon as she removed the boot, he quickly and greedily started breathing again, doing his best to recover as she left. Watching her leave, he remained on the floor, lying completely still, just as she had left him with his chest rising and falling quickly as he soaked in all the oxygen he could. She had told him to stay put and in the face of what she had just done to him, he did exactly that. Still, it was hard for him not to notice how loose the rope holding his ankle by the table seemed to be. Perhaps his multiple layers of clothing had worked after all as she seemed to have tied it a bit too loosely.

When she returned down, Quain remained in the very same position that she had left him in. Still, lying down when she was speaking to him seemed a bit silly which caused him to sit upright when she spoke. The girl was mean and seemed to have hit just the right points. His father wasn't going to pay any ransom and was probably going to ensure that noone else in his vicinity did either. It was not the Pluvinage way - although at this time, Quain dearly wished that they could put it on pause for just a little while so that he could be saved. He stayed silent for a while, feeling small from all of her insults. Looking up at her carefully, the deputy shrugged slowly and lightly "I don't know" he said and continued "Father is usually pretty stubborn" he said, giving her a hint at what the problem was. Staying quiet for a bit, and letting his gaze fall down to the ground and spoke with a timid voice "I would pay more than the Hutts would for a slave"

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam sat back on the table. One hand behind her on the table to support her while the other raised her cigarette to her mouth. She stared right through him as she smoked, listening for anything useful. But it was useless. He wouldn't be able to keep quiet with her. And he didn't seem to be lying at all. Maybe his parents really didn't care about him at all. And from the sound of it there was no "missus Pluvinage" at home who she could get in contact with. This guy was one hell of a miserable wreck...

His next words, though, confused Sam to hell and back. She stared at him for a moment, utterly perplexed by what he said. "Wait...are you offering to pay your own ransom with your own money?" she asked him, not even able to hide the confusion in her voice. Never in the history of kidnappings had she heard of such a thing. Now she was in a conundrum. If this was the case, she had to figure out if that was even in the rules. If that wasn't what he meant, then she risked looking like a total idiot in front of her captor which wouldn't help her one bit.

She was so pressed into a mental corner that she forgot to stop the drag on her cigarette, causing her to go into a coughing fit. She stumbled off the table and threw aside the cigarette, making her way to the fridge. Hurriedly she got a bottle of water and downed it, almost choking on it as she drank. "You better start talking sense, buddy, otherwise I'll kick your ass." she managed to croak out, glaring at him as she tried to stop coughing.

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

The fact that she kept smoking while they were still inside and in such close proximity to him was thoroughly annoying. But then, there wasn't much he could do about it as his position was rather poorly suited for either bargaining or removing the devilish stick she held by force. It didn't matter, if he did have bargaining power or an edge in force, it would be used to break free himself anyways.

Quain looked at her as confusion spread across her features. Trying to figure out what she had troubles with was a struggle. Looking at her, he simply nodded meekly. Of course it was his own money he was offering - it would be rather hard to offer someone else's money. Naturally, he didn't say any of these thoughts out loud. Ridiculing his captor who had made him squirm under her boot just minutes ago seemed like a thoroughly stupid idea.

What happened next would cause him to chuckle if hadn't feared for his life. His first instinct was to go help her as she went into a coughing fit but the restraints held him back. Turning to his wrist, the lawyer slowly started taking the rope off from his wrist. From an outsiders perspective, the scene would have been rather comedic as the captive simply took off the bond as if it were a bracelet. Concern was plainly visible in his eyes as he rose and walked towards the girl who was quite distracted with getting some water before she kept coughing out another threat. Quain was struck by his own foolishness - why was he trying to help her instead of trying to liberate himself? He could help her once she was the one bound to the table.

"I'm sorry for this" he said as he got close, only having had to take a couple of quick steps towards her. With that, he plunged his fist into her belly. The man winced as pain spread across his fist - it's soft and rather delicate features were definitely not made for punching people. It was fortunate that he wasn't strong enough to really put power behind his attack or else it would have hurt much worse. Regardless of the result, he continued in one fluent motion and gave her a shove, hoping that she would fall to the ground.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

She didn't notice it at all. She was too busy trying not to die. But the little skug literally walked up and landed a cheap shot into her gut. She let out a loud grunt as she recoiled into the fridge, her hand coming up to hold her stomach where the blow landed. Usually she would have just shrugged it off and gave him the beatdown of a lifetime. But with her lungs still trying to recover, she was vulnerable.

Registering what just happened, she drew a pistol and aimed at him. "You karking skug!" she shouted weakly. But before she could get the barrel on him, she went down. The pistol clattered to the floor as it fell out of her hand. She scampered back, hoping to put distance between him and her before she moved to draw her second pistol. The position was compromising, pushing her twisted mind into a dark place that was starting to pump adrenaline into her veins. Rage and fear was starting to crop up as she tried to get back on her feet, but she probably wouldn't be quick enough before she was set upon...

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

Was it too much to hope for? Why couldn't she fold over and fall straight to the ground? Seeing the relatively small impact he had had caused a sense of fear and urgency in him. It was fortunate that he pushed her when he did as it caused her to drop the blaster in her fall. Not about to give her a moment of respite, Quain followed her, kicking away the blaster which laid on the floor as he moved. It would have been easy for him to take the blaster - maybe even point it at her by the time she had finished her fall, but he knew that he would struggle with using lethal means against her and that she probably wouldn't have the same reservations of using it against him.

Having stayed close the entire time, the lawyer used both his hands to grab her blaster. Using most of his strength and a fair amount of momentum to do it, he didn't manage to keep it in his hands but tossed it away behind. He told himself that he didn't want to use it anyways. "Surrender!" he shouted whilst looking down at her. Lowering himself a little, he put a hand on her shoulder "On your back" he said, intent on using the bond she has used on him on her.

 

[Sam Sheridan]

He struggled with her over the blaster. A few shots went off, missing him barely and impacting the roof and wall. He managed to pry it from her hand and threw it away behind him. He then did what she was trying to avoid: he attempted to force her down.

She fought back, pressing against him to avoid going down. She also grabbed hold of his arm with both hands and pulled him towards her, driving her combat boot into him just under the ribcage to knock the air out of him. She didn't let up, now fueled by reflex and the ingrained reflex to keep fighting to stay alive. She got up as quickly as possible and moved to tackle him to the ground. If successful, she would straddle him by the waist and proceed to punch him in the face. Her right hand held him down, her left connected with his face again and again. She didn't stop. Even as the faintest of whimpers escaped between grunts. Even as a sense of panic was rising up in her. She kept punching until her arm got tired and her knuckles were bruised.

Finally done pulverising his face, she leaned forward and wrapped her good hand around his throat. "You try and push me down again, and I'll gut you like a fish." she spoke coldly, fighting to regain her stalwart and hard composure. But behind her hard expression, she was freaking out. If he wasn't worth so much, she would have killed him then and there.

She rose and landed another kick to the ribs before dragging him back to the table. She redid his bonds and then even went so far as to completely hogtie him and leave him tied to the base of the booth. With that done, she picked up her pistols and rushed off to the refresher. Once inside she locked the door and poised over the sink to shove her face under the tap. Her droid was looking on in confusion from the cockpit before making its way to the mess room to check in on their prisoner...

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

He had the superior position, by far. He was quite disappointed when she didn't go down like he had hoped - apparently, their strength level was not quite as even as he had first hoped. To make matters worse, she grabbed his hand, trying to pull him down. While she was able to use both her hands, there were only so many muscle groups she could use from her position whilst he, still standing, could use most of his body. The tug-of-war went on for longer than expected and even more surprisingly, he found that she was actually the one coming out on top as he was pulled closer and closer until he finally couldn't resist anymore. His failure was awarded with a boot to his core, causing him to fold over and cough as he tried to recover.

The girl tried to get up but eager to not give her the field, Quain fell onto of her, dumping his body weight and the weight of all his heavy clothes on her. While the clothes weren't even close to compensate for their inherent difference in mass, they did help give him an additional advantage over her whilst laying on top. As the struggle continued, he found himself overpowered at every turn, regardless of whether it was her holding down his wrists or wrapping a leg around his. Soon enough, he found himself with his back against the floor and his captor sitting on top of him with her one arm holding him back. And then, she started extracting her revenge, brutally. "No, Please! Please stop! I'm sorry. Mercy!" he kept begging her with his legs kicking and flailing and his arms going up remove the one that held him down. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work as she held him fast and being able to push down with her body weight as well as being stronger, he didn't stand much of a chance removing it. Instead, Quain moved his limbs to protect his face against her brutal attack and successfully managed to negate quite a few hits to his face in exchange for being hit by his arms instead. "I submit! Just stop, please" he continued but soon fell silent, surrendering to her assault.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped the beating "I'm sorry" he whimpered as his hands weakly held the one she was choking him with. If nothing else, to relieve some of the pressure so that he could breathe. A coughed weakly as she kicked her one last time. Powerless to resist, he felt how she was dragging him and tying his limbs together behind his back. He hated his current position as it completely disabled him from doing anything - not to mention that it would make it much harder for his arms to heal. Still, there was not much he could do as he remained on the floor.

"Hello, little friend" he said upon seeing the droid, greeting it with a warm and friendly voice. "I don't think your master likes me very much" he said with a somewhat saddened voice "Do you know what I could do to fix that?" he asked. Although he was well aware of the droids tools which could cut him free, Quain did not feel like challenging her again, knowing that the chances of him beating her were slim at most.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

After trying to cool herself off and calm down under the tap for a minute or two, she finally emerged and closed it. She stared at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. She let her hard and cold expression fall. In its place formed the face of relief and panic fading away. "Karking stupid little squib. He's lucky he's rich." she said to herself.

She reached over to take a towel and thoroughly dried her hair. She didn't bother to even comb it as she took another breath and exited the bathroom.

She made her way to the cockpit, where she slumped into the pilot's seat.

As Sam was trying to escape what was plaguing her mind, the little BB-droid gave a friendly chipper before rolling into the mess room. It beeped a few more times, glancing behind it to make sure its mistress wasn't there. //She doesn't like anyone. Her runtime has not been at peak efficiency.// it beeped away in binary. It rolled closer to Quain, looking him over. //She has been damaged a lot. Both external as well as her software. Being cornered makes her switch over to attack mode. Says it reminds her of things.// it continued to chipper away. Every now and then, it would look behind it.

Quain's next question made the droid roll a even closer. //Show her that you are reliable. And do what she says. She can be nice if you are nice.// it softly beeped, before a voice called out to it from the cockpit. It gave a farewell beep before rolling off and making its way up to the cockpit with its ascension cables. "Beebee, leave him alone." she ordered, receiving a nod from it. "He's asking to get shot. I swear. And don't you dare take his side." she warned before slumping back into the seat.

She remained there for the next half hour. A few cigarette buds were shoved into a beer can serving as an ashtray. As if in a trance she did nothing but stare out into the void of hyperspace. She finally responded to something when her stomach growled at her. With a groan she rose from her seat and descended the ladder towards the mess room. As soon as she saw him, she huffed and walked over to the fridge. She took out a beer and placed it on the counter before digging out some ingredients for a stir fry. She reached the stove and placed the items on the counter...then let out a groaning sigh. "You shouldn't even be getting food. If you try any stupid crap again, you'll be spending the rest of your time on this ship in that position." she warned coldly before walking over to him and placing a pistol against the back of his head. "Lie still." she ordered before releasing him from the hogtie. She holstered her pistol and hoisted him up to dump him into the booth, then she proceeded to tie him to the table again.

With that, she returned to the stove and started to prepare their dinner while nursing her beer in between.

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

The position he found himself in was rather far from comfortable. Perhaps he deserved it. Quain frowned as he caught himself thinking the thought - why would it ever deserve this for trying to free himself? If anyone was in the wrong, it was her. At least her droid seemed friendly - at least from it's cheerful and encouraging beeps to the girl. "No kidding" he said upon hearing that she didn't really like anyone. From how she had treated him, he could understand why she might have social troubles. Soon, he found himself pitying her and despite telling himself that she didn't deserve his empathy, he really couldn't help it. In the end, everyone deserved empathy, right? Reflecting over what the droid said, he realised that he might have made her feel highly uncomfortable.

While he took the droid's advice to heart, he did wonder if he would even get in a position where he could be nice to her. Still, he nodded at the little machine appreciatively before a slightly worried expression spread across his face. It had been so nervous all along and he was wondering how she was treating it. But before he got a chance to speak to it, it rolled away and with all limbs tied up, there was very little he could do to follow.

The time that was to pass whilst both she and the droid were away was bad. While flexible, being hogtied for 30 minutes in the same position was not comfortable. Seeing her appear again was strange. While he was terrified on the one hand, he was happy to see another person again and hopeful that she would at least do something to alleviate him from his current position. It was almost like a puppy, who was happy to see his abusive owner again.

His eyes followed her as she walked over to the fridge. He never really enjoyed food and only really ate to survive. While he was rarely hungry himself, he soon came to realise that maybe she was. She said that he shouldn't get any food and in truth, he didn't mind. At least not now - he was used to going long times without any nourishment. Still, saying that he didn't mind would probably just provoke her. Instead, he simply nodded at her and led out a low "Y-y-yes" he stuttered. After swallowing and nodding once again, he said it once more, still with a timid and fearful voice, but this time with no stutter. His nodding quickly ceased once she put a gun to his head.

Soon enough, he was released and let out a sigh as his limbs hit the floor. Feeling completely powerless to move, he felt how she started moving him, even going so far as to hoist him up. If she could lift him up like that, there was no wonder that she could beat him. If he had known about how much weaker he was compare to her, he would probably never have made the now failed escape attempts. His eyes followed her as she moved about in the kitchen, watching both her and the kitchen, trying to memorise where things were and how she fared in it. Squinting a little, he looked at her closely - was he seeing things or did she not really know what she was doing? After a few more moments, he asked "What do I call you? I'm Quain, but you know that" rather simply, hoping that maybe he could start making the situation between them a little better.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam started to prepare the food. While she knew how to use a knife, her dicing skills were sorely lacking. But she clearly didn't care as she dumped the rather thick chunks of vegetables into the pan. She started to cut up the meat when Quain spoke up, asking for her name. She glanced at him with a cold look before looking at the meat again. "Rebecca." she introduced herself flatly. "And I'm warning you. Don't get any ideas of asking my droid for help. I don't have an issue shooting the both of you out of an airlock. So I'd be careful over what I ask him if I were you." she spoke as she dumped the meat into the pan. Of course, that was a lie. She wouldn't jettison Beebee and both she and the droid knew it. But right now she wanted to keep Quain down.

She grabbed some spices and sprinkled them over the pan...though 'sprinkle' would be inaccurate. Anyone who knew about cooking could expect a rather salty meal from the mercenary. Feeling her job was done she left it to simmer, taking her beer and sitting down across Quain. "So, daddy's boy? When can I expect a payment from you? Merc work's a little light these days and I need to keep this heap flying." she asked as she placed her feet up on the table. She took a long sip of her beer as she eyed him long and hard. "What were you doing in that club anyway? You're not a gangster." she commented as she finished off the can and placed it on the table.

Quain Pluvinage

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

Eyes gazing on her back, trying to peek at her cooking, Quain cringed as soon as he saw her technique. "How can she be so strong when she cooks like that?" he thought whilst she was slicing the vegetables. Quickly, his face returned to normal as she glanced back. "Uh, hi, uhm, Rebecca. I -" he spoke but was cut short as she opened her mouth to speak again, resulting in him turning quiet real fast. Nodding, almost overly clear, he let out a fearful "Y-yes, of course" Although he very much felt like keeping quiet, it was important to keep going - the best thing he could do now was to humanise himself. "Surely, your droid wouldn't help liberate its master's captive." he said before smiling at her meekly.

His eyes were fixed at the now rather ruined food but soon returned to her as she sat down across him, quickly drawing his eyes to her. They weren't fixed at her face, however, as they darted around, looking for potential threats, obviously fearful that she would strike him again. "Uhh, I don't know" he admitted, pausing only briefly before continuing his explanation "I takes time to withdraw funds, even more if you want them in cash. And they're probably wondering where I am" When she finally looked back at him from having drunk her beer, Quain was looking her in the eyes, waiting for a response. Apparently unable to bear the pressure of her stare, his gaze fell to the ground. "Business" he replied with a small voice "We give financial and legal advice"

Suddenly, an involuntary frown formed on his face, fairly well hidden from her as he was still looking down. It was the food sending of a powerful smell and if he wasn't mistaken, it was starting to get burned. Instinctively, he started to stand up but quickly felt the restraint tug against his wrist as well as pain coming from several places on his body, causing him to fall back down onto his seat. "I could probably do something about that" he said, looking at the pan as if it was obvious what he was talking about

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam eyed him with a bored expression, finding his explanation less than satisfactory. "I definitely want it in cash. No way are you pinning me with a bank account." she spoke up. She also wanted to add that she didn't have any desire to pay banking bills, but he didn't need to know that. He went on to describe what he was doing, though his explanation only drew a chuckle from her. "Advice? Are you serious?" she laughed some more and scooted upright, looking at him through her legs. "Are you telling me you tell a bunch of rich karking morons how to spend their money?" she asked him with a scoff, making sure she understood it correctly. "I think they're the people who need someone the least to tell them how to spend a kark-ton of money." she said with a wave of her hand and sat back again.

He then glanced at her cooking and tried to get up. She raised an eyebrow and scooted a foot to get a better look at him, a hand curling around the grip of a blaster. His comment made her frown. "What? Something wrong with my food?" she asked curtly, clearly defensive over her cooking. She wouldn't deny that it didn't exactly smell as good as some of the diners and other places she ate at...in fact, it didn't smell good at all. But with her upbringing, taste mattered little to her when she was hungry.

Her stomach growled softly, making her look down then back at him. Tasty food actually sounded like a great idea to her at that moment. "Fine. You wanna try and do better, be my guest." she spoke coldly and stood up. Once again a pistol was aimed at him with one hand while the other loosened his restraints. Once his feet and arms were loose, she stepped back. Her pistol still on him. "Any funny business and you get it. Got it?" she warned.

Quain Pluvinage