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[Drifter]

Oh no, now the droid was thinking in that direction.

Under his polarized helm, Drifter gave a grimace. The thought of having H6-098 kill the man and then get its own proof of concept for the assassination and then for him to bring in the body would make him.. well complicit in the death of the druggie. While he had been prone at going a little - or a lot - darker than normal, when one tossed in some reasoning, there was still his conscious and that nagging voice in his head that fought with the other voice in his head.

One simply was pragmatic. The other said that who knew what happened to have the druggie turn into... a druggie...

[ Look how about this.] He began, coming up with some sort of offer. [ If you let me get this guy, I'll see if we can find some high bounty murderer that you can kill? ] it was stretching straws. With no access to the bounty hunter's guild, he couldn't get the high stakes bounties, but maybe this droid could?

 

[H6-098]

H6 considered the mans offer- in all honestly it didn’t matter to her, except her perfect record. But then again, she knew a few people who could make it look like this man and hunt never existed.

It’s fun to watch too.

So H6 turned to the man who was probably hoping she would take his offer,”Question: Is this asset necessary for you?”

 

[Drifter]

Is this necessary?

If Drifter didn't have his helm, he'd be staring at H6-098 with a dumbfounded expression. Thankfully, Alex answered, her seductive mechanized voice drifting over the din like a Zeltron cafarel at the red light district.

[ He is lacking in funds and unable to attain a higher bounty. This would provide him credits to make ends meet. ]

Yes, the floating orb of a droid did sound like she could give semi's just with her voice. Blame the creator who had decided it would have been hilarious to give Alex a sexy voice just to remind Drifter that his chances at getting laid or any significant other were low.

Annoyance at how easy Alex simply decided to throw him under the hoverbus radiated from Drifter, who then panned his attention over to the hovering droid. Then again, it made sense. She was programmed to calculate and facilitate what was best for him, even if it annoyed him.

[ Just spill all my secrets why don't you Alex? ] He sassed at her, gesturing with his one hand wide as if inviting her to continue.

He shouldn't have baited her like that. Her humor and personality levels were at an all-time high and he couldn't manipulate them. So, for additional comic relief to relieve tension and promote goodwill with H6-098 , she continued. Of course, there was no hiding the satisfaction in that husky, mechanized voice as she said, [ Alright, he is also a virgin. Do you know anyone who might be able to assist him with this matter?]

Oh for Inari's sake!!

 

[H6-098]

H6 let out a mechanized laughed that echoed round the alleyway.

I like this droid.

She decided to voice this opinion, to show that for now, she meant no harm.

“Statement: I like you, Alex. That is the only reason I don’t kill your owner.”

H6 would have smirked if she was physically allowed to do so. Despite that, the smirk was clear in her voice.

Organics and their secrets, she loved ‘em. You wouldn’t think it- but that shard loved gossip. Especially of the sort that makes organics look... well, there was a variety of things. It was ALL amusing.

 

[Drifter]

[ You are so lucky I'm locked out of adjusting your humor levels! ] Drifter cried out defensively, but with mock irritation. This was typical Alex. The sass, the sarcastic remarks, the sounding board he needed at times to get his head out of his ass.

Didn't mean that he liked having the fact that he'd yet to dip his wick out in public.

[ You say that every time. Yet, I am still here. Speaking the truth. Keeping it real. ] like a comedian at the Great Opollo doing their stand up act, the droid just kept going. Her goal had been attained at making sure Drifter wasn't going to get gutted by the other droid, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun.

For his own sanity, Drifter decided to ignore her jabs.

Panning over towards H6-098 , a bit disgruntled but aware he had little options, he decided to try and take the topic out of his sex life - or lack thereof - towards more monetary matters. Like the bounty.

[ So does that work? ] he would inquire regarding his earlier request to let him have the bounty and then he'd help her with some other high level bounty that would likely - hopefully - be some real piece of shit so he wouldn't feel so guilty about giving them a few extra holes in their hide.

 

[H6-098]

H6 thoroughly enjoyed the conversation between Alex and the Man. She wasn’t that dim, and knew that it was Alex’s goal to do so- but that didn’t make it any less Hilarious!!!!

All too soon it was over as the figure obviously wanted to get off the topic of his sad, sad organic life. Which in itself, was amusing.

“Statement: You should be aware- once you acquire your credits, I will make it look like the bounty never happened.”

It was a fact that H6 had to put out there, there were many simpler ways to do so then what she was planning, but why do it the easy way when you have thousands of years to do so? Even with those years, she didn’t quite know what droid Alex was. She would ask later- after they find someone fun to kill.

H6, though hating organically, had her limits. Family members or children got away free, otherwise, she was up for any high level hunt.

 

[Drifter]

Beggars couldn't be choosers and this was as much of a win as he could get.

[ Deal! ] He agreed, extending out his hand in the universal attempt of a shake with H6-098 . [ I'm don't care about my bounty hunting reputation I just want to get paid. ]

The ship needs fuel after all.

 

[H6-098]

H6 looked down at the extended hand distastefully. Nope- not doing that. Who KNEW where that organic hand had been! Oh wait, she did. Covered it piss water. Mentally she stuck out her non-existent tongue.

“Offer: If you need assistance, since you are taking the bounty, I can hunt him down much faster than a mere organic.”

She didn’t care about letting him know about her prejudice of organic, he was going to k ow anyways. She WAS a great hunter, and wanted to continue hunting as fast as she could.

 

[Drifter]

H6-098

Part of him wanted to respond that, hey! I can do my own tracking! He still had plenty to prove after the shitshow that occurred after the event. Nevermind that he had one arm now and the other had practically combusted in a manner that sent a close family member up in flames.

His lips would thin under his visor.

[ How about a bet? Let's see who can get him first? ] was out of his mouth before Alex could tell him to shove it. The challenge had been cast. The gauntlet was thrown.

Really, he should stop taking everything as a challenge.

 

[H6-098]

H6 was amused at the mans reply- as usual, her distaste had made him aggravated.

“Agreement: I will accept your bet. Statement: My method of tracking is superior to yours.”

It was true, but H6 was curious why this man had made such a bet.

 

[Drifter]

[ What makes you think that your way is better than my way? ] and yet again, Drifter's mouth ran before he could think it through that he was aggravating a droid that was clearly keen on lancing someone through with that staff.

[ Ignore the man. His processor needs adjustment.] Alex retorted, throwing in her own two credits worth, the small flaps of her blue ocular opening and closing as she panned from Drifter to H6-098 .

[No no, I can do this.] Drifter added, snapping his fingers and pointing to the droid.

[Whoever manages to track the druggie and catch him first wins. Winner has the satisfaction that they were right and the loser gets the hit to the pride.] It was as much as he could afford to offer anyways, and his pride was pretty big enough to need to show that he was still as good as he once was, with or without the arm.

 

[H6-098]

"Statement: Very well. Though I have learned that pride is only useful for foolish organics." H6 sad shortly, the Force would aid her in her hunt.

She would have fun on this one- it was always fun to bet organics. Usually, she did it the messier way, but that could wait. This would be fun. H6 took back the datapad which actually looked a tad cleaner.

Huh, much better.

She replaced the datapad in her chest.

"Farewell: Good luck"

H6 spun around, igniting her blade again, and started off in the drunkies diection

 

[Drifter]

[ Yeah well, sometimes pride is all I go--] Before Drifter could even finish his sentence, H6-098 had spun on her iron foot and sped off.

[ HEY! THAT'S CHEATING!] he exclaimed, cursing as he went scrambling for the blaster he had accidentally dropped as well. Look at him, an utter mess. Frustration bled into his veins, white-hot, channeling the fury at himself and at the situation. Not to mention the sudden wager and the challenge he faced. He wasn't used to using a blaster as his primary weapon. He was used to using a saber.

Stupid arm! Or lack of one. Stupid, bloody, fucking --

[ ARGH! ] the cry of frustration echoed throughout the small dark alley, the man breathing hard, chest heaving. The Force would seem to swirl and seeth around the man, wasting precious seconds until he finally found the blaster.

At Alex, he simply said [ Not a word. ] he didn't need her sarcasm right now. Under the helm, orange eyes would flash a vibrant gold akin to that of the Tatooine suns.

The droid wasn't the only one who could channel the Force.

In a rush, tucking the blaster in its holster, the man went off to give chase, speed enhanced by the Force closing the distance.

 

[H6-098]

H6 stretched out into the Force to seek the Druggie- and was interested to feel the rage and frustration of the man in the Force.

Curiouser and Curiouser.

Well, this was going to make this much more fun. Using long strides that are triple the one of a normal human, she went in the direction of the Druggie. Her staff bathed the walls in light that made beings of the night hiss and hideaway.

She didn't stop, but did extinguish the end of the staff. H6's towering height did not aid her with being discreet, but it did make getting around easier. So H6 started at a run to the place that the Druggie would most likely be. Then she had a sadistic thought- she should ‘ask’ some people.

Turning a corner- she came in view of the only other living members of the once trio. She gave a small chuckle at that. Reaching out with a metal hand- her victim was drawn to it. She lifted him by the neck.

“Query: Were is the other man you were with?”

 

[Drifter]

Where the Droid had the lengthier legs and the ability to not get tired as normal organics did, H6-098 had some advantages over Drifter. However, Drifter had something the droid did not.

The bounty puck!

Taking it out, he activated the bounty puck to try and get a reading on what direction the druggie ran off to. This, of course, was rather hit or miss. It had the benefit that it could narrow in on the specific target but also it was loud. Which meant that working stealthily did not work in Drifter's favor. But at least, there was a direction. North, north, west.

Somewhere...

He caught up to the droid, seeing her already holding someone by the neck. Does she have an asphyxiation fetish? Do droids have fetishes?

Actually, he didn't want to know. The last thing he needed was to get deep into Alex's desires of interfacing with anything.

 

[H6-098]

H6 could sense the man as he caught up to her- but she didn’t care, now she was interested in this man. The drunkie spluttered in her grasp.

“He- he- I don’t-“

H6 sighed and squeezed just enough for the drunkie to start panicking.

“He’s where he usually is!!! His den!!”

There was a smile in her voice when she replied,”Reply: Thank you.”

H6 threw the drunkie into the wall and she heard a satisfying crack, then she continued on, knowing where to go next.

 

[Drifter]

Drifter was thankful that H6-098 spent her time shaking down that other druggie, it gave him a minute or so head start to using the bounty puck to try and narrow down on where his target was at. Had he been able to use his Force tracking devices, this would have been easy. While he was still able to use the Force to track people, without some blood or some sort of focus, after the event, it was harder to track people. His use of the Force was disturbed by his emotions.

It frustrated him to no end. He spent the better part of almost three decades training in the Force, becoming a Master of it. Training under Jedi, former Sith, and Sith Lords alike. He had been able to harness the light side of the Force with ease, and understood the intricate philosophies of the Darkside and how to make sure he could fight the temptation within.

Now. Now that was gone. His control swayed by the constant temptation of the Sith Lord that clung to his body like an inky tattoo. At first, he thought he could handle it. More and more, however, he was starting to realize that control was slipping through his fingers like grains on sand. For such a prideful young man, that stung.

As it was, he had something to prove right now. That he could still do his best regardless. He had to do this. Had to.

Otherwise, he wasn't sure how he was going to come out of it.

Down another alleyway towards the Works sector. Here there were dozens of warehouses with barely illuminated streets. Some were abandoned, others used as a front for salvagers and drug dealers alike. Not the best of places. Hobos and glint-biters would peer from corners and behind rubbish bins.

Great. Lovely neighborhood.

 

[H6-098]

H6 continued on her way- much happier after having killed two in the trio.

Very satisfying to say the least.

It didn’t bother her that the man had a head start- after all she didn’t have anything to lose from this.

Turning swiftly, she decided she would prefer to go by rooftop. Stepping without much effort onto the ledge and from their the Roof, she continued on her way.

She knew the drug den that the other was talking about it and turned that way. She remembered a why she knew the way and gave a mechanized sigh.

For her current assignment, she was required to do some heavy undercover work. So heavy that there had to be a switch she could activate while doing so. One that gave her a different personality. Last tome she had been down here she was escorting a Jedi who needed to be in disguise.

Now back in her killer personality, she could name a few people that she’d be glad to kill while she was down here.

H6 returned her attention to her surroundings, she was arriving at the den. Perfect.

 

[Drifter]

H6-098

Following the beep, he noticed that the beacon was guiding him to a particular warehouse. Likely some converted space that held a whole bunch of addicts. Not that he was one to judge. He just wanted to get the one on his bounty puck.

Going into an alleyway, he searched around until he found a metal emergency ladder. It was all of ten feet from him. Normally, not an issue, but with his one arm...

Yeah.

Not willing to give up. He told Alex [ Go in ahead, search the perimeter. See if you can locate him first. ] Alex would be his eyes while he did his best to get up this ladder with one arm.

[ Don't do anything stupid.] she warned him, before using her repulsors to head up and into an open window. Turning on her lifesenors, she began to search.

Well, at least all those pull-ups would come in handy. With a rush of the Force, he went bounding up, barely managing to grasp a bar. He struggled and gave a few grunts, swinging back and forth a few times before he managed to balance himself. He had a knuckle white grip on the bar, and after a few deep intakes of breath, began the annoying process to pull his body up so that his feet could find leverage and a hook for the slow climb up to the roof.

 

[Kayûm Kratha]

H6 arrived at the warehouse to and came up onto the roof. There was a convenient little skylight on the roof that would be great for dramatic entrances.

Yup- imagine, all’s well doing disgusting organic stuff when CRASH an awesome droid comes through the roof with gusto.

Peeking over the edge for a second, H6 had to stifle a burst of laughter at seeing the one armed man trying to climb a ladder. To give him full credit, he WAS climbing it. Just in a very amusing fashion.

It seemed he was headed to a window that would lead to the same place the skylight would.

But not as awesome. 100% not as awesome.

H6 looked down at him, but this time couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ha.” She said with just enough amusement in her voice.

Whether or not she won, this was pretty much worth it. Laughing at organically was more payment than she would have received for the assassination anyways.