Recovery.

[Olan Teff]

Planet: Tatooine
Location: Somewhere deep in the wastes.

What a nice...sunny day...

Ice clicked together in Olans glass as he looked out over the desert plains before him and the stone edifice of the mountains in the far distance. There was something peaceful about this place to him. It was his little getaway whenever he needed to just...stop.

Not much else to it than that! Though this time he came prepared for a long stay.

Having spent the last six weeks here on a self imposed recovery vacation from the events on Harlequins Jest, he had to be prepared to relax for awhile. Cold drink in his hand, some sort of fruitty Coruscanti concoction, medication on the little table next to him-a proper umbrella to give him some shade and ofcourse, a lounging chair.

Eyes slowly falling on the bandages that wrapped most of his waist and shoulder after a moment. A sip of the drink helped cure the dark thoughts wading into his mind. And dampening his need for answers from what he brought off that ship.

Just enjoy yourself...for once. And she will be here soon, so don't expect a great reaction.

Olan chided himself as he took another sip of his drink. Bare chest raising and falling in a huff as he looked into the wastes.

She in question had been contacted the first day he was off the Harlequin, but he had not heard much from her...if at all. Last time they saw one another, she was angry at him. Thankfully, he prepped a present in the time between. Maybe she won't kill him.

Sparing a glance back at his ship, the Avalon, its white and red paint scheme blending somewhat well with its surroundings. The sound of stuff clanging and !moving around in the ship echoing out from the lowered ramp. A little snicker escaping his lips before he turned back and looked out over the plains once more.

I'm going to live here one day...

Spoiler: Tag

@La'kuus Quelin

Spoiler: Theme

https://youtu.be/3mDWzu5yxLg

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

Spoiler: New Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

The sound of repulsorlifts bumping at the speed of 220KM/H drew in closer, and closer, and closer... A small ugly looking vehicle was closing into The Avalon. In the cargo bay sat two R units, one R2, and one R9, both beeping around a few crates that they were crammed around. They were complaining noisily that sand had gotten in their wheels and circuits, but one of the most obvious features of this vehicle was...

Not... La'kuus? Some monstrous being in a gold plated mandalorian suit was coming straight for Olan with a familiar blaster of La La's raised to shoot. La La didn't remember getting directions to where Olan was, yet here was a piece of her ship...

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin


Olan stared at the inxoming ship. Squinting his eyes as it started to approach. That common dome shape of a Mandalorian helmet stood out the most, then the shiny blaster in his or her hand.

"Awh Kriff...Ratchet! Gun! Gun!! Get ship ready!" A brand new R7 unit that looked customized rolled out of the ramp and was beeping in binary like mad. Confused what was going on. A large metallic mesh bow on its head, sporting the same paint job as Olans Avalon.

Not bothering to respond, Olan got up quickly-which hurt amazingly bad-and ran for his ship. "Gun!" He shouted and the confused droid spat out a DL-18 from its central core. Then went back into the ship. "Start the engines! Close the ramps! Close the ramps first!" At this point Olan took up a firing position at the ships ramp, pistol in hand and ready to fight for his life...

...one more damn time.

And he wanted to at least finish a vacation for once! The fact this guy had one of-what looked like-La's guns had him worried. If she was dead-a lot of people are going to die; he sword to himself.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

The speeder vehicle slowly stopped it's pace as it drew closer to Olan's ship, and with a near perfect timing, it landed a few long meters off next to the cargo ramp. From there the helmet slowly turned, shining it's black eyes in Olan and his droid's direction. There wasn't a voice, no sound of breathing, just the emotionless thing staring at him, diving into his soul.

The grip on the pistol tightened very lightly. Soon enough, it turned and pointed to where the umbrella just was. It was a motion for him to go back to that area, though with only a few swipes of a pistol and no words, it couldn't exactly be all that clear.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

He kinda got the meaning from the dead faced and silent Bounty Hunter looking person. But he did not budge. "Uh-uh. I ain't movin' out there to get shot better." At the top of the ramp he was using his ship kind of like half cover as he looked at the intruder on his peaceful vacation. Looking over the complaining droids in the back of the vehicle the Hunter rode up in, all of them complaining in binary.

Inside, Ratchet was trying to figure out what the control lever was for this ships ramp. Beeping to Olan for advice every so often, as this ship was so darn old it couldn't tell where anything was.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

The mask stared at Olan again. It repeated the message, before standing up in it's seat and going into the back with the whining droids, now suddenly curious. From there, the figure lifted a box and slowly pulled out something with long, long white hair, only a few feet out, before it dropped back into the box and shut the lid. Strangely enough there wasn't any blood on the hair.

It looked back to Olan, letting out a string of words in huttese, in a deep nearly growling voice. All of which translated to, "Get in your sun tanning spot. We have much to bargain."

 

[Olan Teff]

A low growl escaped his lips as he saw what equated to La's silver hair. "If you hurt her...I'm going to make you pay for that." And than began to slowly move down the ramp. He made two clicking sounds with his tongue back at Ratchet within.

Stepping back down on the sand. Boots crunching the little granules as he made his way towards the toppled over lounge chair. Olans positive demeanor was completely gone at this point. Eyes narrowed and focused on the Hunter. Pistol never leaving its arc to hit the intruder on his vacation, and likely one who put La under the same gun. Picking up his drink from the table he took and sip.

Remaining quiet at this point.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

The hunter's own boots slowly crunched over the sand as it walked closer to Olan, it's pistol keeping a firm aim onto his head. The emotionless face peered down at him again, then the whole figure stood tall and boasted loudly to the empty lands around them. "I am the Bounty Hunter of riches, and your friend has the goods. I will forget for a price," It clicked in it's same boosting language and tone.

It's head slid down to meet Olan's again, and it spoke again in a clearer voice. It seemed to be glad Olan had cooperated this far. "I get to beat you senseless." It rolled over it's remaining words with a hint of lust in the deep voice.

 

[Olan Teff]

Olan stared right into the hollow T-shaped mask. Not answering for a moment. "I don't know what you into, but that is a little unsettling. What's to make me believe or trust you-that you keep your word. What's to make me think that it would'nt be a better idea just to have us kill each other here. Because if you're dead, you can't hurt her "

Tilting his head. Eyes stilled narrowed. He knew not to aim for the head on these guys, aim for the neck. No armor.

He still didn't get it fully though.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

There was a tiny laughing from deep in the helmet, then it reached out and growled, showing the pistol in it's hands. "Because I am mechanic, and I am set to explode. I suggest you allow me to beat you up. Then your friend has at least a chance of my generosity." The voice continued to laugh after the sentence.

It didn't really look like Olan had many choices right now, of course there was fleeing, there was a few other stupid options too, but the laughter echoing in the T-shaped helmet didn't show much mercy.

 

[Olan Teff]

With that he just shook his head and tossed the pistol on the Sandy floor and stood up. Putting out his arms a moment then putting them to his sides. "Alright. Guess, go right ahead. Start wailing away."

The ramps to the Avalon finally closed now. Making Olan facepalm. "Thanks Ratchet." Then looked to the Hunter. "Well, ready when you are."

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

The Hunter rotated it's gloved hand gently, then swung a firm blowing punch the speed and durability of La'kuus, a human punch at that, followed by another quickly to the core while it still could. The huttese voice chuckled in devious pleasure, as yet another punch coiled out to hit Olan in the jaw.

More movement happened in the back of the cargo speeder, and the droids were rattling on about how something was going strange and they still h ad sand in their foot pockets.

 

[Olan Teff]

Takes the first hit like a champ, almost doubling over, but fought the urge too. The second hit probably take him to the ground if it really hit his jaw. He could feel his ribs screaming at him in pain. If they could really talk, they may have very choice words for him. "Come on! Hit me!"

What a way to throw fuel on the fire.

Looking back at the droids in the vehicle a moment, which raised a brow on Olans face, probably before it got wiped off by the next punch.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

The armored being punched Olan's chest and face multiple times with heavy blows. It wasn't stopping until it saw not just blood dripping, but pouring from his face. It NEEDED to be seen, or she wouldn't stop with blow after painful and powerful blow.

 

[Olan Teff]

Yeah, Olan would prettymuch stand there and take it. For a guy who had nearly his shoulder ripped out by a giant spike going through it, and having a rather large caliber bullet rip into his ribs-he was standing his ground.

Doesn't mean he wasn't getting karked up. One eye had started to get swollen. Blood leaking gently from one edge on the left, while the other stayed open-sadly a cut occurred above that eye. Blood started to seep down into the good eye. Now having to close it, he couldn't prepare himself for the coming attacks as easy with his swollen eye being his own source of sight.

Another flurry of punches landed on his chest and body that sent crushing levels of force into his body. He wasn't going to be walking away without a few hemorrages on the inside of his body-luckily his shoulder and ribs had metal pieces keeping them together. But that only enhanced how much pain he was suffering.

Through this, he kept the image of his dear friend in his mind.

Then it was knocked out of his head as he took a shot straight on the nose, could feel it crack under the strike. Well, there's another broken nose. Blood from his nose now joining the rest of the blood seeping out of multiple parts of his face.

But he still stood. Barely conscious. But he still stood.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

Finally the hunter stopped and let out a deep raspy breath, then slid off the helmet. Ta-da, La'kuus stood there with hair falling all the way down her golden tinted armor. "That's for being a stinky smuggler." She whispered. https://youtu.be/1Hg-sWWmIVY?t=1m2s

"And this is for making me love you." She pulled herself closer to Olan's bleeding face, attempting to kiss him smack on the lips.

 

[Olan Teff]

Well, the lips she kissed were just a bit swollen on one side. Sure, he let her kiss him-and he tried to kiss back. But this look of confusion sort of broke out over his face. Now red with not just pain from being hit, and his own blood, but this all occurring suddenly.

"I don't know if it's the alcohol and drugs...or the immense amount of pain in my head. But you are La...and you just said you love me?"

He looks unbelievably confused. Muscles twitching and shaking as he willed his-now more so-broken body to remain upright.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

La'kuus kept the kiss for a small moment of time, then pulled away as Olan began to speak. She brushed a finger over his swollen lips, then walked off and went back to her ship, digging into the boxes to pull out the blaster he had given her earlier. She tossed it at his feet, then went to get onto her speeder device. "You didn't see anything. If anyone asks, you fell down the stairs."

 

[Olan Teff]

Olan looked at the gun then back to her. "Okay dear." Still sounding quite confused. Watching her get in the speeder. Putting his hand over the cut over his eye. "Guess you gotta jet." Now able to finally open his good eye.

He couldn't raise a brow at this point. But he would if he could. "Talk later I guess, Hun?"