One Target. Two Guns. (Alatar Istari)

[Salaza]

Ghost. A nice enough nickname to use. Dillon was, after all, just Trask to her. Didn't matter either way. When she asked his story he shushed her before saying "Now, now. Let's not bore each other. Let's just step right on into it." He suddenly leaned in and tried to kiss her. Despite the mask he knew he's be able to feel something from taking advantage of her like this.​

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[Alatar Istari]

Ghost leaned back and put a finger on his lips, whispering into his ear, "How about instead, we go to my place and talk from there? I'm sure your story isn't as boring as mine." If he accepted her offer, she would lead him back to her table throwing a few extra credits down, then she would take him down and aboard to her ship, The Broken Soul.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

Hearing the offer he wrapped one arm around her shoulder and said "Lead the way, Ghost." As they walked his hand would continue to sneak down until touching her rear. He's act playful and all, part of his "charm" as it were. Upon seeing the ship he whistled, wishing he had one as nice as it. When they were inside he noted "Nice place. Cozy. So...where's you're room?" ​

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[Alatar Istari]

Ghost led Trask down the main hallway to a blue door, bumping him out of the way playfully with her hip so she could type in the password to get into her room. As the door opened, she barred the way in by standing in front of it, a sly look in her eyes, and spoke to him, "First, we swap stories. Then, you have to win your way in, or the other way around." Ghost would stay in the way of the door until [member="Dillon Trask"] made his decision.

 

[Salaza]

Seeing how persistent she was Dillon sighed and stood back, trying to give her space. He found himself leaning against the wall behind him while trying to think of the best way around this; if there was one. It was tough, especially given how easily it could wind up into a fight where neither of them would have what they wanted in the end. Only one way to go then...​

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"I'm ex-military." he began. "I was good at shooting. Really good. Thing is...seeing a lot of death can get to you after a while. When I was done I was a bit...self-destructive. Pissed off the wrong people, and wound up with this." he pointed at his patch. "Since then it's been doing what I know best to make my Hutt master happy." He was quiet for a moment before asking "Good enough story for you?"​

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[Alatar Istari]

Alatar sobered for a bit, "We are at a similarity there."

She began her story, her eyes suddenly showing the many years of hardships that were behind the mask, "I've been a mercenary since the day I could hold a gun, trained by my father and following his footsteps, never missing a beat, barely ever missing the target. The mask had also been with me for my whole life; it's the only thing between me and suffocating from lack of oxygen. Then on one mission, my whole life changed. I was captured by an enemy trooper, but not before he chopped off my arm. I was taken to the lab where I got this," she gestured to her metal arm before continuing, "After five years of being unwillingly experimented on, they let me go, and I went home, dreaming of the tearful embraces that my parents would give me. But it was all in vain; they truly believed I was killed, and pushed me away like a forgotten ghost. Now I've become the Ghost Soldier, with my parents to thank for the alias."

After a few moments of silence she remembered what they were doing and her eyes light up again, "Now you have to find a way in to my room." She had time to spare, her contractor could afford to wait.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

Looking down at the arm after her story, they really did have a lot in common. Dillon felt a little awkward until she told him to come into her room. An eager smile was on his face as she embraced her and lifted her off her feet and tried carrying her towards the awaiting bed. His robotic eye flashed before he tried kissing all up and down her neck. He avoided her lips as long as she had the mask on; a mutual respect he'd keep with her for now. But for now he just wanted her. A man with a robot eye and a woman with a robot arm. People wished they had that sort of experience. ​

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[Alatar Istari]

Ghost didn't fight and let [member="Dillon Trask"] pick her up and kiss her while she reached up and pressed a special button on the side of her mask, which folded the lower area of it back, leaving just the top half of the mask on so she could breathe, and her lips and chin exposed. Alatar put her arms around Trask's neck, trying to catch his lips as they traveled up and down her neck. She leaned backwards from their vertical position so that they would fall onto her bed, Trask on top of Ghost.

 

[Salaza]

From them on it was pulling off one article of clothing after another. Some with his hands, some with other methods. He'd show her what he'd shown to all the other ladies. The best possible night of her life. He'd leave the patch on. Best not to scare the lady with what was underneath. He'd let her keep her mask if she wanted. He would work around it. All that matter was having her. And after all of that long night of passion between the two Dillon was passed out in her bed, resting comfortable.​

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[Alatar Istari]

Alatar woke up the next morning, and seeing [member="Dillon Trask"] passed out cold beside her, decided it was fine to contact her contractor. She got up and put on her robe, leaving the man in the bed, and went to the cockpit, reactivating her mask and calling the contractor. A man in a cloak and a dark hood appeared on the hologram.

"Why haven't you contacted me, Ghost Soldier?" The contractor spoke in a harsh, raspy voice, making Alatar cringe inwardly, but didn't let it show through her eyes.

"I ran into some trouble after the target was silenced, sir. You never told me that the Rodian was wanted by Sempra the Hutt as well. His best marksman, Dillon Trask was there, too, and I managed to draw him into my ship and knock him out," She skated over last night's adventure thinly, "What should I do with him?"

The man looked surprised and disturbed at this piece of news, then seemed to make up his mind, "Kill him, I'll give you double pay."

Now it was Alatar's turn to disturbed, but she nodded and cut off the communication line. Only then did she let out a distressed sigh, wishing her contractor had said ransom, but duty was duty, and the Ghost Soldier always followed through on commands, even if she didn't like them.

Ghost crept back into the bedroom, a knife in her hand. Coming up to the bed, she whispered quietly to herself, "Dead men tell no tales, but I'm sorry it has to end this way." She quickly slit his throat so she wouldn't have anytime to think, redressed him as best as she could, dragged the dead body off of her ship, and left a note in his jacket pocket after taking everything out.

This is Dillon Trask. Return him to Sempra the Hutt.
The red star that was her trademark was stamped at the bottom.