On the Prowl (Joza Perl)

[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan smirked, wiping the single bead of sweat off of his face. "He's still breathing isn't he? C'mon. Our reward awaits."

He held his hand out to her, wanting to take her to the contact that hired him.

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[Joza Perl]

“As long as we get the credits.” She shrugged, smirking at the idea that her chest was worth 50,000 credits.


She gives Khalan a curious look before taking his hand, reminding herself that her saber was close by, but his pistol was close as well.

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[Khalan Vhett]

He led her to the spaceport, where a Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor stood ready for takeoff. "Hope you don't mind going into other strangers' ships." He gave her a smug look before hopping into the expanded cockpit. There was a second seat for her, and it was roomy.

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[Joza Perl]

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” She stretched her arms above her head, glad to be out of the heat. “Just keep your hands to yourself, tin can and I’ll keep the space wizardry at bay.” She gave him a wink, but there was a serious note behind her words.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan gave her a smug grin, holding out his hand again to help her aboard. "But I thought that was what the money was for." He started to chuckle, opening up the cockpit as he continued to hold out his hand.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza clicked her tongue as he helped her onto the ship. “You couldn’t pay me enough, tin can.” She followed him into the cockpit, shaking her head. “So, what did this Nuubo guy do that was so bad anyway?”

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[Khalan Vhett]

He made a mock pouty face, starting the fighter up. "Hmm, let's see... fifteen accounts of manslaughter, three for robbery, one grand theft speeder, and an attempted assassination on a senator."

The Delta-7's landing gear sprung back into the sockets, the fighter slowly rising out of the hangar. It darted out, making its way out of the atmosphere.

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[Joza Perl]

Settling into the co-pilot chair, she made no remark but rolled her eyes at his faux pout. “Really? Didn’t think a little guy like that could cause so much damage….a senator, huh.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, settling into her seat as she took off.

“So, how long have you been at this bounty hunting thing for?”

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan knew this question was coming, and hell, he wasn't complaining. He actually gets asked this alot. "Ever since I was old enough to leave Mandalore," was his simple answer. He was being truthful too.

"And before you ask... let's just say I've been in contact with some good... "friends"."

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[Joza Perl]

“Mandalore…” She let the word trail for a few moments, a thoughtful look on her face. She’d only recently come into contact with her father, a Mandalorian as well. Joza hadn’t had much time to talk with him, and even less about his lifestyle.

“I see…what was it like growing up on Manadlore? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” She straightened out in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan sighed lightly before a smile stretched across his face. "Well, get comfortable then."

"Back on Mandalore... I was an apprentice to my father. He was a blacksmith there... forged the best beskar'gam and blades anyone had ever seen. To me, he was my idol..." He shifted in his seat before continuing. "He was the one to train me to shoot, use specific equipment, and wield a sword. My mother gave me the love and care... and education that I needed. I loved them both dearly. Well, when I came of age, my father bought me a ship, forged me my first set of beskar'gam, and sent me out into the galaxy..."

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[Joza Perl]

Surprisingly, Joza seemed to listen to him with rapt curiosity. The Zeltron woman placed her elbow on her knee and rested her chin in her hand as she turned her gaze toward him, falling silent as he spoke of his life on Mandalore.

“That sounds nice,” She commented, straightening out once he was done speaking. Briefly, she wondered how her life would have turned out if things had been different with her own family life. “Do all Mandalorians learn to do that? Shoot, fly, fight and whatnot? Or is it something you choose to do?” Leaning back in her chair, she looked over the control panel. “I suppose I could have benefitted from that.” She joked. “I’m a terrible pilot.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan couldn't help but chuckle, flashing an even bigger grin. "We are Mandalorians after all. It's in our blood. We wouldn't be warriors without training, now would we?"

A sudden flashing on the dashboard caught his attention, twisting his seat around as he pressed many buttons and other gizmos. "Well, we're here." A large ball of maroon and orange came into view. Coruscant.

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[Joza Perl]

“I suppose. I don’t know too much about Mandalorians though, so thank you for the introductory lesson.” She winked along with a wry smile.

Her eyes followed his movement towards the flashing signal on the dashboard, and she in mild curiosity for a few moments as he began pressing buttons and flipping switches. When their destination planet came into view, Joza arched a brow as she looked over at Khalan. “Coruscant? Really?” She asked with an amused edge to her voice. “It’s like something out of a holodrama.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Oh we're not here for the upper city." He sounded suspicious for a moment, but he started to chuckle, lightening the mood a little. "Oh. and you mind helping me out of the top half of my armor?" He waited for a response from her before adding "Oh don't look at me like that, it's just the armor pieces."

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[Joza Perl]

“Sounds fun.” She rolled her eyes. “Better hope I don’t go and deliver some space wizard justice.” Stretching her arms over her head, she gave him an odd look, brows raised though he seemed to anticipate it.

“So what do you do when no one is around to help you remove your layers of tin?” Despite the look she’d given him, Joza moved to help loosen the upper parts of his armor.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan chuckled some more, waiting to answer. "I'd sit here for hours trying to get this crap off. Thank you by the way." He smirked at her. "Then again... maybe you want the bodyglove gone too~" He laughed hard, his pearly whites showing.

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[Joza Perl]

“Sounds like you take longer than I do to get ready.” She mused, helping him out of his upper armor. Joza rolled her eyes at his next comment, smacking him upside the head lightly with playful intent. “In your dreams, tin man.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Ouch." He made a mock hurt face, chuckling after. "Call me tin man one more time, and I just might take back the 50,000 creds, and whatever I want from you." Once the pieces were off, he opened the cockpit, hopping out and offering his hand to her to help her out.

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[Joza Perl]

“Oh?” Both brows arched as she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a challenging look. “That’s a threat if I’ve ever heard one.” Her lips thinned into a smirk as she tossed her head over her shoulder, giving him a sidelong glance. “I’m not your standard mystical meditating space wizard. A bit…rough around the edges, if you will.” She shrugged, taking his hand after a moment of thought as he helped her from the cockpit. Even if they were just teasing, they were on Coruscant. She kept a mental note of where her saber was placed in her bag in case things went south.

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