Make a Name for Yourself, This Booty Already Has Some...

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

Coruscant Underbelly...

This was probably not the most ideal place that Triam Akovin should be. It had been a few weeks since her Finale Duel with Mikhail Shorn in the Tournament of the Couldron. She was still pretty bummed she wasn't able to be crowned the victor, though grateful she survived. She now had a name for the Galaxy to remember, Triam Akovin, the Relentless; and now she had a rep, Blinder of the Thronebreaker.

But despite all these titles and this enormous reputation, she also had her other sides to deal with. She was smuggler of rare and expensive materials, and more specifically the Four Ton Wench to @Popo. That greedy Hutt was probably getting impatient, but she's had complications and other prerogatives. So she was in the least likely place looking for information in regards to any Jedi stockpiles of rare materials, which included cortosis and songsteel. She had previously heard a rumor about some hermit sitting pretty on a huge pile of it, but she couldn't get any more information when she got out of the hospital. The only additional information she got was that some Phrik dealer knew about it better than her original informant. So she came her with cash, in the full getup. She tried to remember a time when she wasn't fully geared... it was a long time since.

Then she was reminded about Preliat. She owed him a date, and she had been putting it off for a long time now. Maybe it was because she felt uncomfortable with the idea, but regardless she needed to pay her clients, and that is what Preliat was right now technically. She'd get to him later.

Right now, she kept the cowl over her helmet, and wrapped up the brown torn cloak around her. Her armor had seen better days, after being smashed through a wall, electrocuted, suffering a grenade, and smashed through a building. It was hardy stuff apparently, and it just recently got a new addition she was eager to test. She brought her hand up from her cloak pocket to rub her special laser, reminded of its presence.

She walked into the shop that supposedly housed the phrik dealer. She added a voice changer to her helmet, so as to make her less recognizable. But if anyone watched the Cauldron Tournament they would almost instantly recognize her shiny Ultrachrome armor, if they got a glimpse underneath her cloak.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

The family's stockpile of Phrik was low, meaning money was aswell. Iris heard of a dealer of Phrik right in the the sector of Coruscant he was at, apparently selling for a reasonable price aswell. His clothes now rags, torn, burnt and cut now hung off his body. His iconic Afro now tied back into a loose ponytail.

Walking down the filled streets, the feels of being trapped was unbearable. Hot, sweaty and agitated, Iris was delighted to find the shop where the Phrik dealer was rumoured to stay.

Inside building wasn't any better than the outside, however Iris had finally got some breathing space. The only other person in the shop was a small character, roughly 8 Inches shorter than Iris, though this person was, for some reason, completely covered by a cloak. Leaning over this mysterious figures shoulder Iris calmed whispered "You here for the Phrik dealer?"

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

As Triam waited for the dealer to show, she had the 'delight' of encountering a very tall human lumbering over her shoulder. She was not really a short stack, but damn, this dude was tall. She probably seemed rather alien to him, considering her full armor and a cloak to cover it up. Her face was effectively out of the picture.

He asked about the phrik dealer in a calm manner, but that didn't matter. The creep was leaning over her shoulder. She sidestepped out of the way and huffed a little in exasperation. Her fists were slightly clenched as her voice was covered up by an electronic scrambler.

"Hey watch it!" She forced herself to calm down, she didn't need to make a scene. Visibly altering her temper, she sighed as she calmed down. She remained where she was as she made her reply.

"Something like that." She shrugged subtly, before returning her gaze to where she expected the dealer to appear.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

Shocked by the initial reply from the stranger, Iris raised his hands in a surrendering manner and took a step back. "Oh well please forgive my lack of manners missy!" He started, but was cut himself from carrying on, he recognised this character, well he recognised the armour, he just couldn't put his finger on where he'd seen it before. The armour look liked it had gone through the same war as his clothes, this concerned Iris.

"Hey, er, missy, do I know you?" Questioned Iris.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

"Sorry, I don't like surprises." She tried to apologize with flushed cheeks... that were invisible to her companion here. She recognized that the man meant nothing of his encounter, but she still didn't like it. She wasn't usually paranoid, but in the heart of Republic space, her memories got the best of her. She killed a man on Onderon, and was tried and condemned to the highest security prison in the Republic, the Pit. She managed to escape with some help, and that didn't help her case. The Republic smacked a nice bounty on her bum as she scrambled out of the Republic's door... then she went out and decided to go on a massively broadcasted Tournament that made her infamy sky rocket.

Being at the very Capital of the Republic kinda put her on edge. The man questioned his familiarity with her. That made her paranoia shoot towards one of Coruscant's moons.

"I don't know, you were a little too close for comfort there a second ago. I don't recognize you, and please excuse my hostility, but this is not my ideal hangout location." She turned towards the dealer and whipped the cloak over her. She made sure that in the final moment, he could see one of her two blaster pistols at her thigh, to show that she really didn't want to talk today. One hand rubbed the neck guard of her suit, with her voice putting a strain on the still healing vocal cords.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

"Ughhhh, alright then, sorry to bother you" he turned away from the armoured person, and grabbed a cigarette. The matched burst into light as he struck it on the wall, slowing Iris brought it up to the cigarette. The smell engulfed the room.

Iris slowly turned back round to this mysterious figure, who was now showing two blaster pistols holstered at her thigh. His eyes widened, the cigarette dropped from his mouth. "Oh shhh-" Iris spoke under his breath, grabbing the handle of his sword, he knew who this person was.

He knew he'd seen the armour before, in fact he'd seen it on a bounty board while walking down to the lower levels of Coruscant, this person was in high demand, 50,000 credits just for bringing her to the Jedi Temple. Easy.

Drawing his sharpened durasteel sword as quietly as possible, he rested on the neck of this person, "I know you have a bounty on you, and I'd prefer not to fight, cause they only want you alive." Iris quietly spoke, to hopefully not attract the attention of anyone else.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

Triam smirked as the dude made an easy mistake. She was startled a little bit by the blade, she wasn't used to blades. She encountered one with her fight with Ashin, but she was a Sith legend who relied a whole lot on her force powers. As far as she could tell, low life's who got the particulars of your bounty wrong didn't tend to be force sensitive. That provoked a thought in Triam, she hadn't fought in a non-Jedi/Sith recently, and she tried to remember the last time she had. Regardless, she had a blade at her neck, and thin blades like that were dangerous to her armor. It was segmented and the only underlay she had was for energy protection. She was immune to just about every kind of energy discharge there was, but was vulnerable to a keen blade slipping past her breast plate, past her ribs, and into her lungs. That would be painful, and rather unfortunate.

She raised her hands in acknowledgement, above her head though not obstructing his blades path to her neck guard.

"You got me..." She said dismissively... before she pivoted on her heel to bring her gauntleted hand to jam the sword away in the surprise of the moment. With her other hand, she quickly unholstered on of her blaster pistols and aimed from the hip. "But they'll take me dead, too." She heard footsteps, and assumed that the dealer would be coming back shortly. Hers eyes invisibly glanced that way for a moment, before returning to the fellow merc.

"Listen," She spoke quickly before anything else was tried. "Ya don't wanna fight and I need dis guys info. We can settl' dis gracefully, or ya can be a heap on my mans floor." She cocked her head.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

"A deal? That could work. I ain't exactly got time to deliver you to that temple anyway." Iris scanned the figure from top to bottom, acknowledging the two blaster pistols, one of which that was aimed directly at him. In one fine movement Iris flipped his sword and returned it to it's sheath. "The names Iris Tyrad" he began, displaying his hand ready for a hand shake "what type of deal did you have in mind?"

Iris was still keen to get the 50k credits, but he knew it would be risky going to the Jedi Temple with all his recent history.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"] (OOC: Sorry about the delay)

"Good, sense can be talked into. Listen up quick before I change my mind and waste you." She wiggled her blaster for emphasis, speeding through her proposal. "I need the information this trader's got, and you obviously came her for the phrik. You might also want my bounty, and from the sounds of it you'd like to take me alive. So let's play a game. I'll be the cat, you'll be the mouse. I talk to this trader, and then I chase after you. If I can't catch you within 30 minutes of me leaving this place, contact me with this." She tossed a communicator over to him with her other hand, relaxing it from the blocking position it had been in.

"I'll go willingly after that, and you get 50,000 creds. If I do catch you, I'll buy you the phrik. Deal?" She eyed the door, hoping he was say yes.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

"I'll go willingly after that, and you get 50,000 creds. If I do catch you, I'll buy you the phrik. Deal?"

What an odd offer thought Iris, but it seemed fair, seeing as he could only gain from it. However Iris this persons egotistical attitude annoying and unrespctful, how he would of loved to take her down a notch or two.

"Alright" decided Iris "I accept your offer, but how do I know you won't just run off without buying me Phrik, or letting me claim your bounty?" Iris continued to stare into the masked face of this person, unflinching.

[member="Triam Akovin"]
(OOC: Don't worry about it)

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

Damnable git! Any second and the trader would be in here, and if he saw the two mercs about to tussle he'd throw her out of here. Exasperated she replied, wriggling her blaster a bit here and there in her impatience.

"For one thing, I want my com back, you give that to the 'pubs and they'd source it to me. I'm buyin' phrik anyway, and you'll be watching me. Also, you don't know a thing about me if you don't know I love gambling." She heard the trader unlocking the door. She straightened herself and aimed the blaster more accurately.

"Make the choice, I 'ave talkin' ta do."

 

[Iris Tyrad]

With his hand held up in, Iris slowing backed out the store, away from the blasters muzzle that he'd been staring at for almost 5 minutes. "I'll be outside" he calmly spoke "and I'm going to take this as insurance to make sure you fulfill your side of the agreement" Iris continued, referring to the Communicato, as the door closed.

Iris couldn't trust this person with her own offer, so instead of running like she had originally suggested Iris climbed ontop of the store and purched himself above the door. Nobody would exit the store without him knowing, and if the person decided to run Iris would simply drop down, and slip his sword into her back before she even knew what happened.

Now, he only had to wait.

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

(and I'm back sorry about the 2 1/2 week wait)

After about 20 minutes it was clear that this dealer only had enough information to tell he wasn't any more sure about the rumor than she was. He just had some nice extra details about the rumor. Oh well. She had some other business to attend to.

She walked out and searched the crowd. It was obvious he wouldn't be in this crowd... to many variables for him to deal with. She looked on top of the nearest structures, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. But she wouldn't be able to tell the difference of everything until she got in the high ground. Decided on it, she raised her hand and the grappling hooks launched to the nearest building, about to zip her up about ten meters up and over to an over looking balcony.

If this guy wanted to jump off a building to catch her in this act, he was welcome to, but in all likelihood he'd meet permacrete with his steel, and possibly a good amount of injury from the fall.

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Still waiting ontop of the Phrik dealership, Iris saw the woman leave the store, and then proceed to launch herself onto a balcony via a grappling hook. "Awh come on" Iris whispered to himself, under his breath. If she got onto that balcony and looked back, she wold definitely see him. He had to move. Now.

Jumping down from the doorway, Iris hit the floor, already running. The busy streets didn't allow him to get to his top speed, but nonetheless Iris pushed his way through the crowd, desperately looking for an escape route, a back alley, or maybe even an unlocked building.

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Iris Tyrad"]

"Zoom!" She smirked as she zipped up, and heard the various gasps of the crowd. She clutched the railing she had attached herself too, and hauled her body up. Her metal armor clanked against the building as she did this. She wasn't exactly a master of stealth, and was in no way incognito. However, there was thing to consider, in that things like this happened all the time down here. This was a sandbox full of funny things, and dangerous things. Most of the scum down here just wanted to keep their heads low, and stay out of those funny and dangerous things.

She scanned the building she came from immediately, and worked her vision from there towards the crowd. She was looking for fast motion. Signs that might indicate someone making an escape. It was a lot harder to find someone walking in a crowd of walkers, especially only after a glimpse of her target. She was up for the challenge though, but she worked from easiest to most difficult like any other rational human being. It wasn't hard to find the tussle so near from where she came mere moments from before.

There was nothing to zip here way over there though like she did coming up here. She pulled out her blaster, and deigned to actually use the scope. Only to see if it was worth going after... which it probably was. Sure enough, she found sloppy Afro. While she was doing this a civilian came out of the apartment she was perched on.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He questioned, she merely grabbed him with her Phantom Fingers and tazered him into unconsciousness. She had no time for that kind of attention. In fact, she had exactly ten minutes to catch a fellow, and deliver her phrik to him. Otherwise, it was bound by her word that she'd have to turn herself in for his benefit. Finished with that, she jumped off the balcony.

But she didn't land, she stayed in the air. Using her repulsor pack, she zoomed over the crowd. She fired stun bolts into a small area of the crowd to disperse them, and it worked like a charm. They all scrambled away like rats from a fire. With a clear landing spot, she called out.

"Cheerio!" Immediately her boots responded, and she fell like an asteroid into the ground, creating a very small shock wave around where her boots implanted themselves due to their weight. She called out again to reactivate their repulsor system to negate their ludicrous weight. She sprinted through the dispersed crowd in the general direction where she last saw the man.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Iris hadn't looked back since jumping from the doorway, but he could hear commotion behind him. Quickly, he glanced behind him, the woman who was hunting him was now in the air. It must've been repulsion pack.

Without sparing another second, Iris slipped into a back alley. The alley was only 0.8 metres wide and very dark, something Iris could use to his advantage. With his long athletic legs Iris was able to pick speed quickly, however he did not run fat full speed, for the floor was wear and covered in mold, this could be a slipping hazard. Now, Iris was aiming to put enough distance between him and the girl, and hopefully last 30 minutes.

[member="Triam Akovin"]