Unusual Is Not Quite The Word For It

[Silfe Sosuri]

Her whole life she walked the line of not flinching and not fighting back. She had been her father's whipping post in almost every way. She had been beaten more times than she could count and while he rarely caused serious damage, it didn't matter. She had taken his repeated verbal remonstration without fight because fighting back made everything worse. The scars of both sat under her skin, unseen and unknown to anyone but herself and now Darlyn.

Having fully healed from Alecard's last attack and after finding herself stuck in Kay's office with a blaster in her hand and very little idea what to do with it, Silfe had decided it was time for her to learn something new. In a galaxy where kidnappings, armed takeovers, and murders happened all the time (really, alarmingly frequent) she needed to be more than a damsel in distress. Should her father ever come at her in any way, she needed to be prepared. There had been the thought within her mind to have [member="Bradshaw Ku"] teach her, but his level of concentration on important tasks tended to go south in her presence. Not exactly useful to teaching.

She walked down the halls looking for [member="Darlyn Excron"], the Head of Justice. While he may be a bit unorthodox in his methods, she trusted him. Silfe was not certain if he had saved her life when he had stopped her father, but it felt like he had. Her father had been on a tear and had he been able to, he would have dragged her back to Cyrillia for his own version of justice. This time, she doubted she would have survived. The look in his eyes had been more murderous than she had ever seen. Upon reflection, she truly feared for her life had she gone home.

Her outfit was such an unusual departure from her norm that it drew quite a few looks as she passed through the hallways. For one thing, she was wearing black, a color not often seen on her. For another, she was wearing pants. She held a durafiber and leather jacket in her arms as her practical boots made almost no sound on the floor. Her hair was parted in the middle and in a knot at the nape of her neck. If he took her up on training, she wanted to be ready. Gowns were somewhat hard to defend oneself in. Behind her were two guards as always now. If she ever went anywhere off-world, she had more, but moving around Commenor was always with 2. She still wasn't used to their presence but she had at least learned to look like she wasn't aware of them.

First, she would try Darlyn's office. If he was not there, she would resort to using her Comm. She let her mind wander as she walked down the corridors thinking of what Darlyn would want to teach her first. Images of hand to hand combat and shooting at a blaster range filled her head as she finally walked into his office.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Unlike Darlyn's behavior, when the door would be opened for [member="Silfe Sosuri"] his office would look... clean. Professional. Yes, the wall to her right had racks of pistols, shotguns, and other firearms, all loaded of course, and to her left would be a large cabinet containing Salir tea leaves and various alcohols, but it was all well kept. And in the center towards the back, Darlyn sat behind an ornate desk, calmly filling out the last of a few forms before placing it on top of an organized pile. Behind him were his two sets of armor, while he wore his usual black robes.

He glanced up with a smile, before putting his pen away and sitting back. "Everything alright? I don't have to deafen your uncle or cousin or something now, do I? Itd be painful to hear." his chuckle would unveil the joke wrapped in sincere concern, he didn't often get visitors to his office after all.

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe took a moment to look around his office, so very different than the image he projected to the world (or to others in her limited experience). The two guards remained outside of the office, the doors closed behind her. It seemed not to bother the woman as she peered at the significant amount of loaded weapons and then to the other direction and the wall of booze and tea. If she guessed right, it was Kay's favorite tea. Silfe wondered if Darlyn had romantic feelings for Kay, but it was a useless and idle thought best left from her mind as quickly as she let it enter. It was none of her business who he might have feelings for. The amount of alcohol was a bit alarming though.

Her dark eyes finally fell to the two sets of armor and the man before them. Silfe returned his smile with a warm one of her own as she walked forward to his desk. "No." She laughed and shook her head. "Thankfully my father was an only child and my stepmother never had a child so I don't even have a slightly brooding and eccentric younger brother to shoo."

Silfe looked at the armor with obvious curiosity. "I was wondering if you might find time to do something for me." She paused, looking a bit nervous before returning her gaze to his. "I need to learn how to protect myself. Shoot... perhaps some hand to hand? You seem to know your way around..." She turned to the weapons and gestured in their direction. "All of this. Besides," Silfe began rambling in her nervous state. "I don't know many people here and I don't trust most of whom I do know. And of course not many of those I trust either have the time or skills I need to be taught unless you count [member="Bradshaw Ku"], but I have a feeling he wouldn't be able to teach me what I need to know without being distracted. You don't seem the sort to be distracted easily by a pretty girl even when she is half naked on a medical bed."

Realizing she had rambled, she stopped speaking and blushed a bit. Her eyes fell to her hands, which were clasped in front of her. Her memory of him seeing much more of her than she was prepared to show definitely caused the blush to continue to warm her cheeks. Disengaging her hands from each other, she raised one to her cheek to cool it with soft, long and delicate fingers. Normally so eloquent, she had fallen to pieces asking for something for herself for the first time.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Nor if they're less clothed and confined to a small space with me. Long story on that one." He chuckled and looked [member="Silfe Sosuri"] over slowly. Shoot, hand to hand, simple enough tasks to teach someone but far from easily learned if she was not willing to put the effort in. He ran his thumb over his thigh quietly, considering how he could teach her, should he take up her request. A few ideas, of course, came to mind, and he was recalling teaching Darben how to fire a weapon. Of course he wasn't someone he expected to be in trouble, and he'd given a bare tutorial, but Silfe had issues to deal with. She'd need a more in depth lesson..

After only a minute perhaps, he gave a nod, and smiled warmly. "Well, the safety of everyone here is my duty as well. I may not be the head of security, or whatever they call it now, but I'm still responsible enough. Alright, I'll do it as long as you agree to whatever method I deem best. I assure you, I know what I'm doing, and I'll need you to trust me." Even as he spoke, Darlyn was standing up, and moving to the rack containing the Mandalorian armor, considering it while watching and waiting for her response. He wasn't eloquent, or rambling, but even still there was much said in the words he chose.

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Her eyes shot up. Less clothed and confined in a small space? She laughed a bit and pressed her lips together to stop herself as he looked her over. She returned his gaze squarely. Her hands both returned before her, clasped as she awaited his answer. The ability to look at someone in a setting that was not her job was something she was actually learning to do, trying to do. As a Senator, business woman or now as Minister, when it came to matters of her job, she was able to find the courage to stand tall, but in circumstances like this, on a personal level, she simply had not had the practice. Somehow, she was able to keep herself from looking down or blushing further than she already had. Perhaps it was because [member="Darlyn Excron"] had already seen her mostly naked and one could consider that quite personal despite his stoic handling of the medical help she had required.

At his nod and smile, she let out the breath she had been holding, paying rapt attention to his words. Her eyes did narrow a little at his one stipulation. However, she had already stated that she trusted him, though not explicitly him. Though she could not imagine the methods he might employ for such a task, she did trust him. She considered and at length, nodded her agreement. "As you wish. When should we start?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

DArlyn smiled and nodded, so she trusted him that much. "There's a training hall for Guardsmen on the palace grounds, go down there and I'll meet you soon." He waited until she was gone before changing, leaving his robes on a proper mannequin for his return as he changed into the armor. Thick, heavy Beskar plates rested rather comfortably around his shoulders and body, as he looked over his weapon collection. He grabbed his DL-18, holstering it on his hip, along with his lightsabers from a drawer in his desk. He attached the Death Special, and strapped his Drifter shotgun to his back under the scarlet cape. Fully fitted, he gave a nod to a mirror, and went to the hall. If she was patient he'd arrive fairly soon, footsteps rather loud as he entered. "Still here?"

[member="Silfe Sosuri"]

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

So, they were to start immediately. Silfe nodded at his instruction and left him to do whatever he was going to do. The doors closed behind her as she spoke with one of her guards to have them get her where she needed to be. Unlike his footfall, hers was nearly silent as she entered the training hall. The guards stayed near but not right on her heels while she was in there. While she waited, she looked over the equipment curiously, but it didn't take long for [member="Darlyn Excron"] to join her. At hearing his steps, she turned to look and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Was he going to train her here in full gear? Her confusion would be quite evident as she walked forward to meet him. "Of course."

She still trusted the man and was not going to go back on her decision. Silfe was committed and once giving her word, had never fallen back on it. For a long moment she said nothing, but finally unable to stop herself, she asked what was on her mind. There was mild jest in her eyes as well as interest. "Exactly what have I gotten myself into Darlyn?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Training of course. What else?" He smiled and walked over to a part of the room, using the Force to setup a makeshift firing range for her. Normally this hall was used for hand-to-hand training, but he kept some supplies around to make a suitable range to give crash courses in firearms for Ministers as needed. "If you have a weapon I would suggest putting it here..." he motioned to a table he pulled over, before drawing his DL-18. "Assuming it's a normal pistol you'll need to get used to it. Now.." Very slowly for her, he started to go through the basics of using a blaster pistol, how to hold it and how to manage recoil, among other basics. He explained the safety, switching from stun to lethal bolts, everything you could need to know before firing a pistol. Then he demonstrated it, by sending a few bolts at the stand up target, impacting it roughly in the center of mass.

"Now then, I want you to try firing at it. Aim for the center of mass, the torso. Hitting something in the head is more instant, but if you're just looking to drop a threat going for center mass is easier and more efficient. Unless they're wearing some kind of armor a solid strike to the chest like that will down or kill most people anyways."

[member="Silfe Sosuri"]

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe may have been a delicate flower on the outside all her life, but she was intelligent and quick learning. Until this training session, she had one of the guards hold her blaster since she had not yet any idea of how to use it safely. She reached out and took it from the man's abliging hand as he stepped forward with it for her training session. She smiled and thanked the man before returning, carefully with it. She knew at least one thing, never put her finger on the trigger unless she was planning to use it. She listened attentively to every word, cataloging the information into her mind for current and future use. She asked questions on the best grip for her small hands but long fingers, trigger weight and how to aim properly. By the end of their thorough conversation, she felt far more confident the weapon and her knowledge of it than she had before. She kept in mind several important and key factors of shooting: Treat all blasters as if they are loaded and the safety off, always. Never point a blaster at anything you’re not willing to shoot – Ever. Keep your finger off the trigger and out of the trigger guard. Be sure of your target and what’s beyond and around.

When he fired at the target, he seemed so comfortable, something she was not. More confident, yes. Comfortable... not so much. She took her stance and brought up the blaster. The feel of the blaster was awkward and heavy in her hand but her grip was steady even if she did not feel it inside. She took a deep breath and set her sights. As she let it out, she touched the trigger until the shot went off. She didn't stumble, but she was startled. Her finger came immediately up off the trigger. She set the safety on and put it down. Once it was safely away from her, she allowed herself to react. It was much like the delayed reactions she had had to her father's beatings when she knew she would get worse if she let him see her pain. Here she waggled her hands and took steadying breaths. She actually had no idea if she had succeeded or not but as this was the first time she had shot a blaster, she wasn't paying attention to her score.

"Oh my!" she said breathily. "That is a very strange sensation." Silfe paced as she breathed in and out to clear the adrenaline from her system. She looked at [member="Darlyn Excron"] and waved at him. "Don't worry. I'll get back to it in a second. I just feel ...." She paused trying to search for the word. Finally she lifted her hands in a gesture of confusion. "Shaky? Did that happen the first time you fired a blaster?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn watched with something of an amused smile as [member="Silfe Sosuri"] took her first shot. It flew rather straight, and had impacted the target's "shoulder" square on. He pulled the target over to show her hwere the blaster mark had scored it, and nodded. She did rather well all things considered. When she asked him a question, he looked over and nodded a second time. "Yes, but the first time I fired a blaster I was about ten or eleven, and if I didn't do it well I wasn't going to be waking up the next morning. So I didn't really have time to think too much about how shaky my hands were. And now it's instinctual more than it is anything else." He smiled and motioned back to the target, as he pushed it back into place. "You hit it pretty well, that shot might drop someone not prepared to be hit. But someone with a bit of training could still go on with that hit. Pace yourself, there's no need to be at my level just yet. Just breathe and go again until you're hitting that center more than you're hitting anything else. The standard blaster pack should last a while on your weapon so don't worry about running out of shots."

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

She finally turned to look at her target and grinned. For her first try, knicking the target's shoulder was actually a pretty good shot! There was immense pride in herself for having done this. Though it might not be a big thing to others, it was the beginning of claiming herself as a real being and not beholden to anyone if she did not wish it to be so. One day, she would be able to stand in front of her father and not fear for her life like she did now. She said nothing though, but grinned kind of like an idiot. As he answered her question though, she had to stop.

Of course the man just nonchalantly brings up how he was in a life threatening situation when he was a child and then went on with the lesson. She practically gaped. Silfe shook her head as she picked up her blaster and settled her stance. "How do you do that? You just talked about a life threatening situation as though it didn't matter." She took in a deep breath and fired a shot, then continued to breath out as she realigned and shot a second time. From here she could see that she needed to continue to work, but she wasn't so bad. One missed just above the first shot and the other hit the hip. She recentered and aimed once more. "What happened?" she asked before breathing out and firing off two more shots slowly like she had before.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn watched each shot [member="Silfe Sosuri"] took, considering how to help her further. She had the basics down, and she wasn't missing terribly. She just needed to adjust to how a blaster felt, though he did offer a few thoughts on how to help when he thought it would help. He was a bit surprised by her question, the second one anyways. He could get her surprise at how calmly he could talk about it, but curious to know more? He mentally shrugged before he answered both. "Simple enough. I lived, so it wasn't something I couldn't handle well enough. As for what happened, well... I was raised by a Sith for a long while. Man didn't want me to be a worthless 'apprentice' for him, and so he tried to have me killed after he was confident I should be able to survive if I really was worth anything. So he dropped me in any situation he could think of where I might die to see if I really was able to be useful."

In a bit of a nervous habit, he moved his hand up to his ear, tucking a bit of his growing red locks behind it, before trailing his index and middle finger down his neck, and if she paid attention she might notice the faint scar. "Needless to say I proved myself useful for a long while. I really should thank him though, being put through trials like that made me a lot more capable despite my age. Though I would have appreciated a few safety precautions."

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

She shot several more rounds as he instructed her. With each set of shots, she typically gathered closer to center mass. Sometimes she missed completely as she wasn't ready when she made the shot or she pulled the trigger rather than touching it. She still felt like she was shaking, and she probably was. Adrenaline does strange things to the body when one is not accustomed to it. Finally she put down the blaster, safety on and wiped her sweaty hands. She needed a break for a moment. Her last 6 shots had been very close to center mass if not in it.

Why wouldn't Silfe want to get to know someone with whom she had a burgeoning friendship? After all, it wasn't like she had many friends. In all her time on Cyrillia she had tutors and her father. Sometimes guards were present too, but never after she turned 14 and had befriended one. Her father had dismissed him. In her world, that probably meant the poor man had been killed. He had been kind to her and she had been sorry to be the cause of his suffering. Her father had been so angry, he had put her in the hospital. Only her stepmother's intervention kept him from permanently disfiguring his daughter. She understood torment, probably more than Darlyn could guess. Though.... her father had never put her in random life threatening situations like the Sith had to [member="Darlyn Excron"].

She turned her head as she wiped her hands. "But... you recite these trials as though they happened to someone else or you were reading from a book. I suppose I am no better, at least you don't make excuses for it like the person wasn't an enormous..." Silfe pressed her lips together to keep from saying a word that would sound very odd on her lips to anyone who had never heard it before. She looked confused for a moment and asked, "Does it no longer matter or does it matter and this is how you deal?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn did pause a moment when Silfe asked if it no longer mattered. For a brief moment, perhaps, he considered being truthful to the girl. [member="Silfe Sosuri"] hadn't done anything to earn him hiding it, yet she hadn't really done much to earn the truth either. Not like Kay had, what little parts of the truth Kay really did know anyways. For a moment though, you could almost see his features soften, the way one did when remembering somber days long past, before he forced his face to brighten, and smile in his usual cocky sort of way. "There's no real point considering it is there? That was the past, and I'm alive. That's really all that matters." A way of saying it no longer mattered, to answer her question without lying to her. A happy medium for him, he didn't have to deal with the truth.

Regardless of if she picked up on the obvious deflection, he checked the target, and nodded a bit. "I've definitely seen worse. Now just because you're starting to get better with that pistol doesn't mean you're going to be able to use just anything. Take my DL-18, kicks pretty hard and likes to be a bit wild wit the shots. Or my Special which, well that one is easier to just show." He first showed the DL-18, its wild fire pattern (which admittadly he was clearly extremely comfortable with), before pulling the heavier pistol out. Unlike the other, he actually held it firm with two hands, and when he fired the plasma bolt down at the target it was, rather obvious why. The thing was no normal pistol, and splashed the area down by the target, and shook his body a bit from recoil. "Different guns need to be treated differently. If you start to have problems with yours, there are others out there that might work better for you. Less recoil, less spread, things like that. But if that fails to stop them, and they get close, that's when knowing how to fight really gets necessary."

He motioned for her to follow, as he set the weapons he had aside, safeties on of course. "Since you're not likely to be taller or stronger than someone, you need to rely on two things, speed and knowing how to hit someone. If you had to guess how to take me down as I am now, what would you say you'd want to do?"

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe, an expert at hiding her pain behind a neutral or pleasant mask understood when one was put before her. She had been genuinely interested in his answer and watched his face with keen interest. She saw the first change, where she knew he was close to exposing a part of himself rarely seen, but then it was gone and his happy mask returned. She felt a twinge of both understanding and pity. Also too, there was a bit of self reflection. Maybe one day, she would entirely drop her masks for someone, but that was not for the here and now. [member="Darlyn Excron"] had made his choice not to divulge to the young woman he could barely call friend and she could respect him enough not to press for a confidence in her that was not there.

She gave him a sad smile and returned to the task at hand. She was here to learn how to protect herself from physical damage. Darlyn could not teach her how to protect herself from emotional damage. He hardly protected himself. Silfe watched the differences in both handling and end results of the different forms of fire power. It was interesting. In time, perhaps she would find some custom blasters for herself. She needed at least one that was easy to hide.

She turned to follow him. Silfe thought about his question and considered his armored bulk. "Take you down like kill you? Or knock you down? I saw someone push their opponent in the shoulders while they had their leg behind the knee. Caused the opponent to land on their back. I suppose that would be good? Kicking a man in the genitals may work sometimes but not always and especially since you are armored there...." She shrugged and grinned playfully.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Not bad ideas. For someone like me it's best to turn their heavy armor into a disadvantage. There's no point punching me in the chest and breaking your hand, when you can get leverage and force me off balance. Another tactic is to aim for a weak point, like my head that's unarmored. He motioned a couple of guards over and had one partner up with each of them. He began to start walking her through how to fight hand to hand, to keep her head and body protected with her arms best she could hope to without covering herself with them. He showed her how to throw a punch when you didn't have much room, how to grapple someone so you can properly leverage them up onto their back, techniques almost certainly developed with an intimate understanding of being at a physical disadvantage. He had lived on the streets a while, he knew how to fight older, bigger people.

"Of course this all is assuming they're unarmed as well. Being able to throw a punch is only so good as they're not going to knife you. If they do try to do that, you can use their momentum to push their weapon off to the side. In fact if you can use their weight or force against them by deflecting them instead of taking the full force, that is always ideal. A strong, strong fighter can take hits, but people like you and I need to be smart. Always fighting smart." He showed her how to shift her weight slightly, making herself a smaller target and pushing someone's arm to the side, so their back was to her. This, he would explain, is ideal in most all cases. At someone's back they had to turn to face you. And he would continue to show her how to fight with minimal movement.

"The most important, last thing you should learn though, is not to fight fair. Nine times out of ten they are aiming to kill you, nothing about a fair fight. Some sith, warriors usually, some mandalorians, some jedi, might want to face you properly, but most will simply want you gone. If you're fighting someone, and you see a cheap trick, a way to shoot them while they're fighting you hand to hand, a way to trip them or push them off a ledge, don't hesitate. Do what it takes to get out of a situation alive."

[member="Silfe Sosuri"]

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe proved to be a fast learner and a good student. She asked good questions and didn't hesitate to speak up when she did not understand something. Having the guards helped as she and Darlyn were able to physically demonstrate everything for best understanding. It was hours of grueling work and physical exertion. She practiced each technique until she was satisfied she understood it well enough and could execute it at least on a more than beginner level. Sometimes, that took longer than she wished. Frustration would mount but she would try again. Darlyn would find her to be a very determined woman.

There were many times the young minister had to take a break to wipe off sweat and rehydrate. While she was not entirely weak in body, she was also not exactly in the best shape of her life and this was not easy work. At least she was back to eating more than she used to. At her father's home, she had been one to eat as little as necessary because he expected her to look a certain way. It had caused to her look terribly thin when she arrived here on Commenor. Now that she had had time to eat properly and how she wished, Silfe had gained to a healthy weight though still a little under what she should be. A few more months and she would be even better and the mental note was made to work out every day she could and to practice these techniques whenever possible. Even though Darlyn might not require it, she did.

Taking a break once more, she listened to his speech about not fighting fair and had to smile grimly. She knew about wanting to fight dirty. Every time her father hit her in their home, she had let her mind imagine striking him back in whatever manner would end the abuse the quickest. Silfe hadn't ever done it though and there was a part of her that felt shame for having not protected herself better. Sitting and taking it to defuse his anger was what she had done instead. Of course, as she had grown older and stronger, his blows had followed suit, growing in strength. Perhaps he knew she would soon slip from his fingers and had hoped his wrath would be a good deterrent. In the end, it wasn't his abuse that had compelled her to stay, but the genuine kindness of Lady Kay. Her father didn't see it that way. She knew he was more angry than he had ever been and it was likely to cost her life one day at his hand if she could not protect herself.

Despite her melancholy thoughts, she listened to Darlyn and eventually nodded. "Get out. Get away. Got it."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Hours had passed, and Darlyn really thought there was nothing else left to really... teach. What was left really was for her to do. To actually put into some level of practice what she learned, and she was learning well as it was. He was confident she could handle at least most situations, certainly a barfight for instance. But, he wasn't quite done, oh no. They were behind schedule, but it would be just fine. He chuckled a bit as he dusted his hands off, and walked over to their weapons, holstering and clipping them to him as appropriate, before picking up her weapon and offering it to her. "You've learned quickly, far better at throwing a useful punch than shooting but that's not uncommon. Now then! Pop quiz time. Come with me." Now was about the time to worry about her agreement to do what he said today.

He lead her down the palace halls, out the door, and to, of all places, a landing pad with a rented freighter. He paid the due up front and motioned her to get on the ship as he did so himself. "Right then, we're heading off world to Tatooine. We'll buy face scarves there if you really want, so strap in." He smiled at [member="Silfe Sosuri"] and began to take the ship up (awkwardly) and get it set for the trip. "Do you know what I was before I was a Minister, before I was Head of Security?"

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

She gladly took his gun and softly blushed at his compliment. She had been rather good at throwing a punch. Her body was going to ache terribly the next day though. She could already feel every muscle in her body, worn and angry with her. Attaching the blaster to the holster on her hip, she looked at him a bit confused. They had done so much already and now he wanted to quiz her? Perhaps he was going to ask her questions about the principals of shooting, or put her up against another guard that she had not yet practiced with and therefore would be inexperienced in fighting. Whatever it was, she was curious enough to follow him through the palace after grabbing her jacket.

When they got to the landing pad, she stopped dead in her tracks. Why was he going on a ship? Were they going somewhere? She closed her gaping mouth and hurried to follow him up into the ships small confines. Silfe had promised to trust him and go about training in whatever manner he deemed necessary. Glad that she had cleared her schedule of meetings, she took a seat beside him. Tattooine? Now the look she gave him was one of extreme concern. "No?" she said in answer to his question, strapping in as he ordered. Silfe was only minimally able to pilot a space craft like this so she could not judge his abilities at all... or rather, she judged, but said nothing.

"What did you do before you were a minister, but after perhaps, you were a Sith's protege?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn let her wonder, as he focused on getting into space smoothly as possible. It wasn't so much that he wasn't doing an alright job with this, but that he was clearly unused to it. He obviously wasn't going to crash but it wasn't something he'd been doing all his life. Even so, once he got them into space, and set in the coordinates, he flashed a wide grin to [member="Silfe Sosuri"], finally satisfying her question as they began the jump into hyperspace. "I, was a bounty hunter." He chuckled a bit, monitoring their jump so everything would go by without incident. "And today, so are you. Nothing huge or big time don't worry, but this should be fun. We've got a lead on a man, Aren Talik, a bit of scum with warrants on more reputable worlds. He seems more like a coward but he might have a couple of other small-time criminals with him. Should be right up your alley now though."

Eventually they'd arrive at the planet, and Darlyn began taking them in to land. Rather than one of the usual big-time cities, Mos Isley, Anchorhead, etc. they went into one of the smaller cities. Of course, this made sense, they weren't exactly going after someone who'd be hiding in the popular ports, and he'd done the major steps of information gathering well before now. After all, this HAD been his day off. He'd want to be able to go enjoy himself. "He'll either be in the town itself or a bit out in the sands. Hopefully we won't need to go too far eh?" He unstrapped and started walking out the ship to get the docking fees taken care of.