Station Stasis

[Gillian Katar]

Space Station: Keralis
A Neutral star base orbiting a nearby gas giant. Used mostly as a place where star ships are allowed docking for re-fuel and minor repairs on auxiliary systems and a way station for travelers to wait out their time through shops and markets of every sort. Rumors of slave ships also being allowed to dock have been heard in whispers,but no such ships have been confirmed. To the traveling and untrained eye this is simply a place to rest and relax until you travel back out into space.


There was something to the sound of a space station outpost. The rattle of a fan in the ventilation that was just barely too loose to make the uncomfortable clattering sound inside it's vent, pouring recycled air for the wary space travelers, Merchants and Mercenaries to breathe. Gillian sat at a small table with her back to a thick glass wall, finding no comfortable place to sit by the open bar beside her. She never liked stools, your back was to everyone who walked by and there was no way to lean back and relax. After four days of space travel she was worn, haggard and ready to be home, a stay over in the station to refuel and get some sub-par alcohol was the last been of RnR she needed for the final push of her journey back to Naboo. She brought the rocks glass to her lips, the cerulean light emanating from her visor scanned the crowds as people from every stretch of the universe walked in. Most of it was just Merchants, a few families ushering their children past the smell of alcohol and the cry tinny sound of the music that played from older speakers above their heads.

It wasn't the worst station she had ever been in. It got points for actually being aesthetically pleasing, but you could tell that was where most of the money went, actually being state of the art or higher quality was second to looking nice. She tapped the small fern like plant beside her, looking to the high domed ceilings and the levels above and below her. She was in the main hall of the station, where most of the food, entertainment for those with a layover to another star ship could idle away their hours. Some Merchants opened up a market for peddling their wares as they got repairs or refueled their ships. Gillian counted four stories in total, she was the third up, able to look down through the glass wall to the two stories that stretched down far below her to end in a massive aquatic pool where the more amphibious life forms took their leave.

She looked back to the bar, the cool liquid slipping down her throat as she took a long slow breath, calming her nerves and soothing her mind and body.Just letting the minute tick by idly as she watched the crowds ebb and flow with a muted interest.


[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] |

 

[RC 212]

[member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Sakon Xarabia"] [member="Nate Drake"]

Space the final frontier. Vassara was worn out from travailing. Her face was long and drawn, as if she was a canvas stretched too thin. the showers had gone down on her vessel and she hadn’t had a fresh meal in months. For a while she had been blazing paths and exploring what she could. But leads ran out, jobs went dry and it was always good to set down and recover.

Except this too was no ordinary recovery mission.

From across the voids the young spacer could feel a slight disturbance. It had taken some time but instinctively she simply followed her hunch. Each time they made a microjump she had to lock on and relocate the feeling. No nav computers were used, just a deep gut feeling. Much like navigating a mine field with a blindfold on.

Still they had arrived. As the Gyspsy Caravan slid into the hangar bays on the lower levels of the station Vassara stood and retrieved her shotgun. It slipped easily into her bantha leather sheath at her back. Next came the gun belt, with her two custom pistols and borrowed lightsaber.

She turned, grabbing a steel canteen from the corner of the main cargo bay. The steamy stim caf within wafted into her nostrils, a nutty aroma. Xarabia and Nate, her two students had come along for the trip. What she was getting them into she had no idea, but the best way for a Rogue Jedi to learn?

The school of hard knocks for sure.

Reaching out into the force she tapped them quietly in the mind, whispering a single word.

Come

Black spacer boots beat steady rythym down the steel ramp, dust rising from her outfit with every step....

 

[Nate Drake]

Nate felt [member="Vassara Raxis"] tap him with the force and heard her speak come in his mind.He answered 'Yes he will be right there.'Then Nate got off his seat and went to where she had summoned him to.

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin, scourge of the Hutts, the Thirteenth, and generally wanted man... was casually walking around in a space station, singing along to the music in his headphones that he was listening to at a volume that might have broken a non-Gen'dai's eardrums to tiny bits. His singing was loud enough to attract attention, but not all that unpleasant.​

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"I'm here to collect your heart. It's the only reason that I sing."​

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A woman who looked like she'd just gotten out of a Sarkan Noble's, with a bag full of books, smiled at him and blushed as he glanced at her. He jokingly gave her a flamboyant-looking bow and continued half-dancing around the shopping area.​

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"I don't believe a word you say, but I can't stop liiiiiiiiistening."​

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He dodged around an elderly couple who chuckled at his antics and actually clapped at his singing. The tall, blonde, Sithspawn pulled out a pack of sour candy and opened it, tossing one in his mouth as he continued.​

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"This is the story of how they met. Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes."​

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Somebody near him gasped as a gun was pulled and pressed against Gavin's back. He paid it no attention. What was shooting one lung going to do to somebody who had four? The metallic fingers of his left hand began clicking against his leg, and the bounty hunter who the gun belonged to looked at it suspiciously, saying something that couldn't be heard over the music.​

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"When she touched him, he turned ruby red. A story that they'll never forget."​

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The hunter took his shot, and hit. A blaster bolt punched into one of the Gen'dai's lungs. In reply, a heeled metal boot smashed into the mercenary's skull, toppling him. The amount of blood suggested imminent death, so Gavin dropped a pack of gummy bears on his face as a gift for the afterlife.​

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"And all the boys are smoking menthols. Girls are getting back rubs. I'll drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough."​

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He rolled his eyes as the station security attempted to catch him, and very easily leapt over them with a bit of Force-enhanced strength.​

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"My old aches become new again. My old friends become exes again."​

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[member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Nate Drake"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​

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((Do I love Fall Out Boy, or what?))​

 

[Gillian Katar]

[member="Gavin XIII"]

Ohhhh where did the party go?

Her gaze flicked down to the odd gentleman bouncing around the floor below her. Moving around like he was dancing to something only he had heard. Well the occasional crazy person wasn't completely out of the ordinary. Still, the red coat drew the woman's attention enough to be offering at least a mild distraction, like someone would watch a street performer make a fool out of himself on the street for money. She sipped at her luminescent blue drink, face expressionless until the shot rang out and the man was subsequently put down moments later. Like a few others at the bar Gillian's eyes widened and she set the glass down quickly. A woman screamed, snapping the silence as security was triggered to descend on the scene like sharks to the scent of blood.

Damnit, why ONCE could she have a moment of rest at a star base, this one wasn't even that sketchy!​

She rounded the corner as the man in red jumped to her floor aided by force, successfully evading the security detail and bringing to a stark clarity exactly what sort of person he was. Her stomach dropped as he seemed to land just a few paces in front of her, seeming lax and calm like he hadn't just crushed a man's face in with his bloody heel, like he hadn't just used the force to bring him up to her level!

Just one time. Is that so hard?

Gillian was this close to not saying anything, just moments from turning back to her drink, stifling her own force powers and pretending that maybe maybe she could have a restful time without any hitches or bumps. But the facial recognition dinged over her visor and the wanted man's bounty dropped into the corner of her mind. A steep enough bounty that almost made her stagger and grab the handrail for support -600 MILLION CREDITS?! What planet did he raze to the ground to trigger that kind of bounty?! Gillian reacted so quickly she could have thrown something at him. She snapped her hand out, grabbing the back of that ridiculous red cloak and yanked him backwards down a slim alley stuffed between the bar and a small stand selling what she would have assumed was food.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Gillian snapped to him first, her own force enhanced abilities holding her iron grip to him and radiating off her like the anger and annoyance that flashed over her expression. "This is a neutral star base! There are JEDI on this base you brain soft moron!" Gillian hissed to him, pulling out her own blaster and pointing it to something she doubt he could grow back anytime soon. She extended her other palm to the open alleyway in case anymore security drones decided to try and find out where he was yanked from view. thanks to the dancers stunt he just drew attention to every single Sith trying to lay out of the fray to every force user in the flipping base. He was the rat that was seen to show you that four other were nearby hidden from view.



((Damn you now that song is stuck in my head))

 

[Gavin XIII]

A hand shot out and dragged Gavin from behind. Who the hell? Who was strong enough to even do that? He stopped singing for long enough to listen to the girl who'd just dragged him into the alley. He reached his hands up to pull off his headphones and raised an eyebrow at her. She looked... small. And annoyed.​

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"The guy shot me in a lung. Was I not supposed to kill him?"​

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The blonde Gen'dai reached into his pocket to grab himself another bag of candy to replace the one he'd spilled when he was killing said guy, and then raised his eyebrow even further, just to show how uninterested he was in the neutral-ness of the starbase they were on. Even with the almost complete lack of Force sensing ability, he could almost smell how pissed-off this girl was at him. Still, he looked her in the face and shrugged.​

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"Besides, Jedi don't worry me as much as you'd think. They'd have to put themselves on trial to get me arrested. Like, you couldn't actually claim a Republic bounty on my head. They'd off you."​

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Now, he grinned, all the sarcasm dropping off his face.​

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"Besides, who could kill me? I'm a Gen'dai."​

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[member="Gillian Katar"]​

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((Mwah! ))​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Nate Drake"] [member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Gavin XIII"]

The air here was foul. Probably something to do with overworked and under maintenance recyclers. As Vassara sipped the Stim caf walking along the rows she glanced sideways at Nate. He was a curious dude. Not one of much words so far. She hadn't had much of a chance to really actually school him up. Hopefully this would be a learning opportunity.

The force was rippling now, sending Vassara on alert. Her seasoned spacers eyes scanned the crowd, and far off into the hallway she noted a disturbance. Loud raucous noises, a single blaster round maybe? This was it, this was what she had been called here to deal with. The force had once again led her to conflict. As she hurried her steps, she centred herself, letting her senses expand. The force began to course through her, charging her up with vigor and zeal. The tired sluggish feeling in her muscles slipped away.

Her eyes became quicker, her muscles stronger and her sense ast a wider net.

"Heres a good oppurtunity to see what you're really made of Nate." Vassara said.

Her hand went instinctively to her shotgun, drawing it from its sheath over her shoulder. She flipped it over, pumping it once to ensure her Dragons Breath round was locked into the chamber. Insurance never hurt, especially in her line of work.

"There's a small disturbance up aehad, three hundred meters. Open your senses, use you head and see what you can do."

 

[Gillian Katar]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Gavin XIII"]

[SIZE=11pt]The Icarii paused trying to quell her annoyance levels at how completely nonchalant this guy was being, her nostrils flared before she exhaled slowly, the blue light on her visor narrowing to that of a razors edge. ”Not in public.” she snapped back. She disliked how smug he was, and sure enough waves now seemed to ripple across the station, the long shadowy tendrils of darkness from other force users –making the air around the station more charged and heavy.

But just mentioning Jedi triggered those uncomfortable licks of anger to her soul, making her smaller body clench. She didn’t want to dump him with Jedi, she didn’t want to see the self-proclaimed heroes and moral goody goodies that could be on this station, unfortunately she wasn’t about to go into detail about how much they probably wouldn’t kill her but things far worse in Gillian’s mind. But no, something was getting bad. She watched the sarcasm drip from the blonds face and the cyborg frowned. [color-deepskyblue]”No way.”[/color] She stated bluntly, not believing him, though the bullet hole that had seemed to go straight through his chest made a rather pressing argument. ”You don’t look anything like ah-“

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” They had been spotted in the alley and she hissed, summoning the force strength quickly in a condensed and shattered pulse that pounded from her palm and threw the security soldier yards back, crashing into the distant wall and flipping over it. The whole thing seemed more like she had been startled than she was actually in control of her actions. Gillian groaned as she dropped her hand –damnit, she was trying to be more low key to.

”Okay good -fine your Gen’dai. It might not kill you but I bet a hundred credits it still hurts like all hell and I don’t like getting shot either so we can talk about whether or not you’re going to come with me willingly once we get out of this.”​

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[Tugoro Taidarious]

The stretched stars would begin to thin out as the Aleph Super-Fighter dropped out of hyperspace. Tugoro would watch the blue streaks from behind the reinforced view port, unable to resist their beauty. Of course, the vast darkness of space would return, putting a frown on the youth's face. The boy of eighteen years would slump back in his seat, easing the starfighter he owned carefully towards a nearby space station. This was neutral space for all he knew, so the young Jedi didn't have many worries at the moment. His carefree demeanor would be rather apparent to those he landed close to, for when the hatch to his craft opened, the blaring of music akin to gangster rap could be heard.

The audio system he had installed was impressive, it's base sending vibrations throughout the area. It was a wonder that the brown haired lad had survived the trip here. If he wasn't some all powerful godsend, he sure thought himself one. Climbing out of the cockpit, Tugoro would continue to bob his head to the beat, before suddenly cringing quite visibly. Death rippled through the force, but more importantly his groove had been thrown off.

Hopping off his ship, the man child would wave his hand through the air, keeping his sights set ahead as he marched off. Having utilized his telekinesis in order to refuel his vehicle, Tugoro was set on solving this mystery quickly in order to leave. Those that sensed his arrival would know that he was coming their way, for his presence in the force was thick and noticeable. It definitlely was bright as well, but not as bright as one would expect from a Jedi. Then again, Tugoro was not your everyday Jedi.

With his sensing ability that was almost like second nature, the youth accurately pinpointed his targets and their locations. Leaping up into the air, the Knight would propel himself towards a rooftop, before continuing his ascent to the higher levels via telekinetic flight. He was approaching fast, and would arrive quite soon.

[member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Nate Drake"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Nate Drake"]​

The situation up ahead seemed as if was getting out of hand now. Vassara flipped her shotgun over, opening the breech to check the shell. Red, color coded for Dragons Breath shells. Yes that would do. With a swift motion she locked the breech closed again and swung the weapon up over her shoulder.

Swift and silent she began to push through the crowd. It was slow going as suddenly a mob was fleeing the scene, folks scattering in all directions. Her sense tingled, and her nerves were on high alert. Up ahead suddenly a man cried out and Vassara grunted, shoving civilians with zeal out of the way. In the force she could feel more signatures growing. As she moved closer it was apparent that this was not a friendly force user. Someone very dark was here, and inciting terror. But then there was something else, maybe a fellow Jedi?

Vassara reached out in the force as she moved, uttering the same word she had used earlier.

Come

It was a mere minute and half before she reached the scene, abandoning Nate. There seemed to be a serious showdown. A woman, some kind of forcer maybe? And two local security guards, and a fallen corpse. The corpse didn't bother her, Vassara had seen much worse. People eaten alive by Reavers and the like.

But the fact that this was occurring around the innocent travellers of the space lanes made it her problem. The Void was her jurisdiction, she was law, and her shotgun was supreme justice.

"Indeed, do hold it right there." She roared over the noise of the recyclers and the frantic wailing of the crowd as they continued to disperse in panic, storming the halls.

"What's going on here?" It was stern tone, with burning blue eyes piercing the awkward looking woman and the monstrous creature, as if they were ice daggers that could cut to the bone.

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin whistled, a little bit impressed by the blue-haired girl's hand blast. He looked down at her, his eyebrow raised again, and grinned.​

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"Well, you're not somebody I'd mind followin' around for a while. I admit gettin' shot hurts, though."​

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When the Jedi came over, the blonde Gen'dai decided that he had to quickly think up a story to get the girl out of this, at the very least. She'd had nothing to do with him until she dragged him into the alley, and he could at least admit to himself that it was with good reason. So, he dropped an arm around her and acted as if he'd been happily talking to her, rather than having been dragged into a conversation.​

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"See, lady, me and my friend were having trouble with a couple of bounty hunters here. I got one, and the other got ahold of the security types on this station. We'll be on our way in a moment."​

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[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Gillian Katar"]​

 

[Gillian Katar]

A new energy washed over the filth and viscera that would have radiated from any Sith force like the first window opened to a stuffy room and the first breath of fresh air could wash over them. The energy was a reliving thing, supposed to be calming and pure like water.​

It brought upon the exact opposite reaction from Gillian.​

Her chest tightened, stomach clenching in something near fear. It was a physical response to feeling a Jedi's presence and she hadn't felt one in a long, long time.

it was fear -fear and anger that the feeling generated. Adrenaline, Nonepinephrine and several other chemicals hitting her systems and kicking them into high ground, snapping her vision to a staggering clarity. She could feel the tendrils of his thoughts trying to find them, pinpointing the odd pairs location and she needed to leave. Bounty be damned she had to get out of there NOW before she was in over her head and the worst could happen. She needed to keep a level head, she needed to think clearly.

But no sooner did this happen she saw the second secretion of this pure clean force, The woman who held the imposing looking weapon and the no nonsense expression. Honestly she didn't even pay attention to what [member="Gavin XIII"] had even said to her. He had officially taken the second slot on her list of priorities. Her gaze was now fixed on the woman standing across from them. She focused on her voice, while trying to smother her own confusing force signature like one would smother a fire. Her own mind rattled for a reason, trying to think past the urge to run away or charge at her. This woman wasn't even the one causing this gripping feeling in her chest, she could be okay.

Quickly though the answer came from the unique man behind her. Gillian stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sheer fact that she could not actually think of a time when anyone hugged her, period even in such a laid back manner. She didn't exactly work with friendly people. The shorter cyborg would have blinked back in surprise, looking to the new woman and gave a curt, quick nod, deciding to just let his lie pass and hope to god it worked. She let his weight pull her close, falling with her shoulder against his chest, quickly hiding the bullet hole that passed through what would be a vital organ for anyone not abnormal and brought along more questions as well as a medical visit. "Yeah. I, Um, we were getting a drink when the shots started, they just came out of nowhere!" at least the odd strain in her voice could add to the facade as one of fear and stress that the whole situation came out of nowhere.



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[member="Gavin XIII"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

(TDLR: [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] Oh my god we threw off the Jedi's groove.)

 

[RC 212]

[member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Vassara's shotgun still remained on her shoulder. Now she swung it down, holding it with the muzzle to the deck at the low ready. Something wasn't right here. There was certainly more going on than met the eye. She could feel a hint of something in the force, some instinct alerting her to a clear and present danger.

She cast about one more time, noting the crumpled security guard. Was this a true story? She didn't know but some pieces ceased to fit when the security guards body was added into the mix.

"Uh huh. So whats the deal with the security being knocked out?"

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin shrugged at the woman in front of them, who was another one that he could've sensed if he'd been asleep. What was with this place and Force users not hiding themselves? Sure, he'd killed somebody, but any Sith who had half a brain could've more than sensed the Force that'd sort of coalesced and dropped itself here.​

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"Easier to make a collar if you just have to shoot a couple of guards, right? I'd bet money there's somebody trying to figure out if it's worth bribing another couple of 'em after us."​

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[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member='Gillian Katar'] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]​

 

[Gillian Katar]

It was a very good thing Gillian didn't have actual eyes, the seamless beam of her visor offered a full and complete focus so where she was looking was almost impossible, which was nice because she was staring at that weapon by the woman's side as her new odd companion spoke above her. She gripped his wrist. This intimate huggy victim woe-is-me thing was getting harder and harder for her to want to maintain.

There was a crowd slowly being drawn, peeking from around the edges of shops to try and see the pair the woman was talking about. If they weren't careful and the pair was found out they could be hesitating too long and become completely trapped. She didn't want to have to explain how this happened to her superiors, her shoulders sinking as she tried to think up some kind of backup plan. " Look, we are just trying to get safe passage back through the outer rim and back to Coruscant. We stopped here for drinks and someone thought they could claim his bounty. It's against the law to claim a bounty already claimed, there was a struggle outside the alley and then you showed up. We've been in here, hiding out hoping they left. I promise you, we haven't done anything." She needed to get out of here now. Pulling her pistol free Gillian dropped it to the ground and kicked it over to [member="Vassara Raxis"]. "See? No shots fired! The longer you talk to us the further away that Lunatic is getting."


[member="Gavin XIII"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Gillian Katar"]

Vassara's eyebrows shot up as the woman spoke. She was beginning to get an even deeper feeling they were lying now. Not so much from the force, but from the tone of their voices. Both seemed a little too frantic to be telling the whole truth. Still there was the issue of the almost dead security guard. A dead body, who knows how it got there and the two culprits at the scene.

Vassara had no interest in bounties, so she didn't ask. Having been much of an outlaw herself for some time she had about seventeen death warrants from various criminal and pirate enterprises on her noggin. But the station was in danger with these two here. Clearly something had to be done.

"Alright then." Vassara said, swinging her shotgun back up to rest on her shoulder.

"I'm not going to ask about the bounty or even who you folks are. But you two need to leave....now."

Her opposite hand pointed towards the lifts that lead to the hangears.

"You've put these people lives at risk, this is a neutral zone and I sense...well you can guess what I sense. Ill offer you escort out to protect you from future attempts on your lives."

Not that they need it.

"But after that you get in your vessels and you're gone. Understood?"

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin waved off the Jedi woman's offer of an escort.​

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"Just let us get out of your hair. You've gotta do damage control, anyway."​

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He thanked whatever omniscient whatever was out there that he hadn't pulled his gun, and it was still safely well-hidden deep inside his jacket. His arm loosened its grip on the blue-haired girl as he started to lead her away, towards the lifts to the hangars downstairs.​

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[member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​

 

[Gillian Katar]

The blue haired woman gave her a crisp nod, meeting the bored looking gaze with lips flattening into a frown. She was right, and Gillian didn't like it, so much for a relaxing rest before she got back home. A fragment of the facade slipped and she gripped his red cloak. "I'll route money to the station to help pay for damages." She murmured feeling that ebb away at the guilt. "No, I am not really a fan of escorts. We can get to where we are going without incident. So thanks but no thanks. You can keep my gun as a safety deposit." Gillian rolled her shoulders and glanced up to him, narrowing the light of her visor until the moment they turned the corner and disappeared from the watchful gaze of some renegade with a hero complex.

Her arms folded as they entered the lift, her arms folding and the door slid closed, trapping them together in small elevator. The Mercenary groaned, running gloved fingers through her blue hair and gripping at the peach fuzz alongside it. "You! Don't EVER touch me again. By the gods I can't believe that rutty worked. Maybe you're damn bounty is so high because you keep just racking up dollars with annoying things like this! You can't just KILL people without attracting some serious attention!" She snarled, shaking with anger and emotion and chemicals that wracked her tiny body and she refrained from just kicking him in the elevator.​

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[member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin simply grinned at the girl as they rode the elevator down.​

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"Your gratitude knows no bounds, girlie. I just kept you from getting arrested. Me? I get out of that chit all the time."​

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Like just anybody could've killed a trained bounty hunter with the heel of his boot. Hell no.​

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"Anyway, what's your problem? I'm the one with the impossibly large bounty on my head."​

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[member="Gillian Katar"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​