Bounty A Lecherous Find

[Trajan Fett]

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Golbah City​

Geonosis​

The Mark​

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Thousand credits wasn't all too bad a day to smack an eccentric Sith Lord around. That was if they could even uncover this fiend from his hole in Golbah. "The Crown" was the first move. The seat of royalty for all the Confederacy. As much as the two hunters were well out of place among aristocrats of impeccable taste and appearance. Between the cybernetically enhanced Arkanian and the Mandalorian donning his incomplete, worn and chipped Beskar'gam they stuck out like a sore thumb.

Securing a meeting with Maliphant under the pseudonym 'Elisa Talon', a long lost sister of Srina Talon , the pair knowing well any lesser business wouldn't get the presence of Darth Maliphant within his private domicile.

With an arm leaned off the side of his rented airspeeder cruising between the skyscraping high rises of Golbah he glanced over to the other hunter. Thousand wasn't much, and it got even less impressive

"What do you know about this one, Khan? Hear he's quite the eccentric character but not much else." Trajan says, his voice muffled through the comms of his Mandalorian helmet.

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Arador Khan | Darth Empyrean

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[Arador Khan]

Khan was humming to himself as the speeder was making its way across the desert sands of Geonosis, leaning back in his seat with his feet kicked up. He'd be taking an empty magazine of a Vora Class Verpine Hand Cannon in one hand as his free hand was taking rounds out of several boxes of Chazrach and Force Breaker rounds. Ironically enough they were all products of Jaeger Solutions, and funnily enough, their target was the head of Jaeger Solutions. Irony at its finest indeed.​

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Khan was nonchalantly thumbing the rounds in as they were making their way to Maliphant's residence after coming up with some far fetched story about being the long lost sister of one of the Confederacy's highest-ranking individuals. It was probably not going to stick, but hell, with weapons and ammunition like the one he was bringing, what was the Sith going to do about it? Speaking of which the thousand credit bounty they were taking was more of a joke than anything, but how often can a hunter say they slapped the shit out of a Sith? He'd slide the full magazine into the Vora as he offered it grip first to the Mandalorian next to him if he wanted to use it; he had a spare. ​

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Khan opened up the weapons binder on his shoulder as he slipped some extra magazines into it before pulling out a small little puck device. He'd slap it on his chest as he pressed a button to activate the Holographic Disguise Matrix the likeness of a Talon being projected over himself having been cross-referenced between Srina and Eira as a base. Trajan spoke as Khan cocked his head to the side before tilting it back to stare at the sky, his natural voice making for a bizarre thing to be heard coming out of a woman's mouth " What do I know about the guy? Not much apart from him making some neat gear. Would be a shame if he got shot by his own merchandise. " Khan would raise a hand to where his neck was as he began to tune his voice, using voice samples obtained by Eira when they met to discuss the bounty. It would be an odd shifting of pitches before he began to speak rather comfortably with a woman's voice. " The disguise should get us through security well enough and there probably won't be many questions asked if I just say you're my bodyguard. I sure as hell am ready to slap a pretty boy though. You want the first hit or me? "​

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Trajan Fett | Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon ​

 

[Trajan Fett]

Trajan took ahold of the sticks with his free arm, assessing the weight of the Verpine handcannon in his other hand before setting it over his lap. The chance that he'd have to use it in pursuit of this mark in particular might as well have been zero but it also might just be an enjoying shade of irony to down Maliphant with a gun of his own make or at the very least, test another fine Jaeger product.

"I'll be level with you, its a little bit unnerving how good that works." Trajan admitted, sparing a nervous gaze as he saw Khan's usual form shift to that of a typical Echani aristocrat a dime a dozen in these parts of Golbah. Guided to the proper landing pad by the complex's security the two hopped the airspeeder and made way from the landing zone toward Maliphant's quarters. Forsaking the bulk of his hunting panoply in the trunk of the airspeeder before the pair set off. Trajan carrying nothing but the Big Iron on his hip.

"Whoever gets the chance gets the hit but we're splitting it seventy five - twenty five favoring the smacker." Trajan negotiates. A meager sum of credits regardless.

After a quick explanation to the security of the complex it wasn't too much longer than an office inquiry before they were at the door of Maliphant's domicile. Placing a dainty knock on the door - letting Arador in his disguise vocalize their presence as the Mandalorian slowly drew the pistol from its holster, hugging the wall flanking the entrance, more than ready to aim down the sights of whoever cared to answer.

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Arador Khan | Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Golbah City [One of Maliphant's..Crash Pads?]
Tag: Darth Empyrean | Trajan Fett | Arador Khan
Weapons: None
Armor: None
Objective: Do not burn dinner. Do not offend Maliphants friends.

Delicate toes danced fluidly among pieces of broken glass, for the most part, seeming not to notice it was there. What appeared to be hunks of shrapnel covered an expensive carpet while one of the larger chandeliers in the lounge had seen better days. It had clearly come crashing down with crystals splayed this way and that, tossed from their moorings, while holo-docs were scattered across the floor. One of the largest transparisteel windows held a spiderwebbing crack that made it seem like it wouldn’t be long for this world. Broken this, broken that, shattered this, shattered that.​

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Most of the visible areas from the foyer looked like a bomb had gone off—Without discretion.​

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The dulcet sounds of a stringed quartet lingered in the background whilst the scent of something delicious wafted throughout. Nothing she had cooked, certainly, and for the best, but something enticing was most definitely nearly done. The young woman couldn’t beat an egg without someone losing an eye, but, she could watch a timer and pull a dish out of the oven when it was ready.​

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In fact—As she went to answer the front door, she held a data-pad in her hand. On it? Just the flashing time in electric blue counting down. She was determined, this time, not burn dinner.​

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‘Are you expecting someone?’, her mental voice carried through the ether to wrap around the mind of Maliphant, whom, was still in the shower. For a brief moment, she could hear the water. A gentle frown tugged on the corners of her lips while her hand rest against the entry pad. It recognized her and dutifully unlocked. Srina could have checked to see who had arrived but it felt unnecessary when she could just open the door.​

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Only a few individuals would be granted access to this space. Only a few even knew it existed.​

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When the portal snapped open, she leaned lightly against the inside of the frame, and mercurial eyes settled on a woman with alabaster skin and moon-pale hair. This wouldn’t have been all that strange were Srina not clad in little more than a fluffy white towel. The petite Exarch held her modesty intact, for the most part, but that didn’t halt the view of a curving form and deceptively long legs that seemed to go on forever. Long wet hair fell over her shoulder and her expression seemed to chill by degrees while a whisper ran down her spine. “…May I help you?”​

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It was not the tone of voice one might use to greet a house guest. It was cold, cruel, and threatened to rip the throat from the female that stood before her should the wrong words follow. Contrary to popular belief there weren’t an overabundance of Echani in the capital. Minus her siblings—She had only ever met one other. The disguise partially worked.​

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No, she did not see the bounty hunter behind it.​

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The silver-eyed female also didn’t see a long lost relative. Echani eyes were keen and trained to spot their own. Though the visage might have been an amalgamation of herself and Eira it did not quite compute. “I assume you’re looking for Maliphant, though, I am uncertain if he is capable of entertaining…visitors… tonight. He is quite sore.”​

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Yes, visitors. Plural. This one was not alone. She could feel that much.​

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Her shoulders moved slightly after a moment and she turned to go back inside, leaving the door open for whoever decided to enter. The towel shifted, exposing a generous amount of porcelain skin, but she seemed unbothered.​

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“I will bring you a drink to wait. Leave your shoes by the door as the floors were just polished.”​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“No, I’m not.”, Maliphant passed through the Force back to Srina.​

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Water ran over his chiseled form, cut from marble but bruised from abuse. Srina, for her size, was a dangerous partner; and their ‘training’ if it could be called that, had seen him covered in bruises from head to toe. He let water run down his face, turning to mist as he exhaled - and he could feel a few bite marks seem to raise with his goose bumps. Somehow, he didn’t mind.​

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When the steam of the shower was set, Maliphant decided it’d best to see who had come to the apartment. It wasn’t exactly free reign for most to visit, so he couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed someone would interrupt his night with the Exarch - and so opened the door, wrapped himself in a towel, and used the force to pull excess moisture from his hair. When the Sith Lord was settled, he opened the door to the bedroom, and then into the main living area of the apartment; destroyed as it were.​

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His eyes glanced around, and he took in to what depth the damage they caused had been. Nothing short of a few hundred thousand Credits worth of repair, he imagined - and he had the good measure to consider a training dojo for the future ‘endeavors’ they went on their tirades for. With a sharp exhale, Maliphant moved down the stairs, taking care to avoid the glass on the floor as he smelled what was in the oven.​

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He could appreciate her efforts to cook for the night, but he was more confused on who he saw outside the door. An echani, of some sort, had shown up to the apartment looking about - and Maliphant had no clue who they were, or wh they were here. His words came sharp as he walked into view;​

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“Who are you?”, he said with a furrow of his brow.​

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Srina Talon │ Trajan Fett │ Arador Khan​

 

[Arador Khan]

The disguised Khan would cock their head to the side inquisitively as the Exarch answered the door to ask questions. Upon his disguised face of an Echani bearing some resemblance to the Talons was a completely innocuous smile as the fake feminine voice responded, " I'm sure he'll be able to offer a small bit of his time. I am here to have a small word with him about a personal matter. " As Maliphant appeared around the corner, the disguised Khan would tilt their body to peer over Srina's shoulder, offering that same innocuous smile and wave.​

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It seemed that their quarry was already weary of their presence, but for the time being, things could be taken at a slow pace - and if the whole situation went up in flames, well there was always just the option of kicking the man's chest in and making a break for it. " I just wished to have a word with you in private if you didn't mind, we can speak out in the hallway so I don't have to intrude on your residence since it seems you and the Exarch appear to be...'occupied'... " Khan would glance over at Kurze before turning back to look at the Exarch and the head of Jaeger Solutions. A hand would go up to the length of hair hanging off their right shoulder, a completely harmless gesture by outward appearances.​

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Trajan Fett | Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon ​

 

[Trajan Fett]

"Ah karkin' hell..." Trajan - ever living up to his Mandalorian origins being a man of action set himself forward from his position hugging the wall flanking the entrance to one of many Maliphant's decadent crash pads. Moving Khan aside with a shove to the shoulder - one which certainly appeared to offer up far more resistance from the concealed figure than it might've been for a Mandalorian to manipulate a Talon sister, offering up far more the resistance of a fully grown cybernetic man.

Soon enough Srina was faced with the Beskar'gam clad Mandalorian hunter - a far cry from the eerily familiar 'kin' she was peering into the eyes of not a split moment before. Having been a man on the outskirts of the greater Galactic society the sight of the Srina Talon before him didn't seem to inch him in any which direction in the slightest.

"Now I realize I appear to be a man looking to cause problems but all I want is the Sith...now we can do this the easy way...or...we can do this hard way- the choice is yours." The Bounty hunter offered up in no reprieve before adding on to his previous statement not a moment later - his voice distorted the 'T' visored visage that was his only face to any he didn't care to familiarize himself with.

"I might iterate the mark is only for...a slap - a slap worth a thousand credits so if you don't mind..." Trajan explained, motioning Srina aside with the a wave of the barrel of his Big Iron.

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Arador Khan | Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Golbah City [One of Maliphant's..Crash Pads?]
Tag: Darth Empyrean | Trajan Fett | Arador Khan
Weapons: None
Armor: None
Objective: Do not burn dinner. Do not offend Maliphants friends.

His friends were rude. Srina hated, discourtesy.

‘Well—They are here.’

The wintry woman spared no sense of displeasure through the Force and found herself staring at a pair of equally gray eyes. There was something familiar about what she saw, however, the truth eluded her. The thought was there. Delicate. An incandescent soap bubble that percolated and took form every second they stood in the breezy doorway. Her skin chilled from the climate control and gooseflesh rolled up her arms. Cold enough to cause an involuntary shudder. “Personal matters are to be handled on his own time. This, is mine.”

Srina had already turned to walk away by the time Maliphant arrived, uncaring, of what the strange visitors actually wanted. It had nothing to do with the welfare of the Confederacy and thusly the Exarch could not be bothered. The pale-skinned creature mostly ignored the second half of what was spoken. This aristocrat with personal matters talked too much.

“We are clearly no longer occupied. You are now wasting air.”

Her original intent had been to provide a beverage. Now, she felt a dainty sense of annoyance. She had intended on running through the footage of their training to provide an adequate account of exactly how Maliphant had lost. He did not telegraph his movements in the same way that Eira did, but on his form, she had plenty of commentary. He was bruised, enough that she could see it, and some part of her found it unacceptable. The female voice behind them became that of a male and a long-suffering sigh escaped her lips.

How impolite, pushy, and irritating they were.

Her hand extended toward Maliphant and she pressed a palm to his chest. She knew what he felt like, and after Atrisia, it had become much easier to reach into him. She knew him. Inside and out. Any bruises or aforementioned bite marks would vanish with a slow ripple that healed the injury as if they had never been. Skin knit, blended, and smoothed with a rather distinct sting. She leaned forward and let her temple rest against his bare shoulder, only turning back toward the doorway, at the mention of the mark.

A man in dingy Mandalorian Iron motioned her to the side with a gun that looked achingly familiar. Was this her gun? One of the Jaeger weapons she favored? Glacier eyes narrowed and a definitive chill would sweep through the room while her head turned to focus on those whom had intruded on her lesson. “I question your intellect for the desire to collect a slap bounty, of all things, for a thousand credits.”

If the actual threat of mortal danger sunk in—It would not be evident. The Exarch had earned a reputation for being cold, cruel, and collected throughout the many campaigns her nation had embarked on. She could always back up her statements. Moreover, she needed no one, and nothing, to do it for her. “We are both Sith. If you come for Maliphant, clearly, you come for me.”, she murmured without any emotion, though, her dulcet tones would carry. “Which…You may certainly try.”

Yes. They could try. The pair had been smart enough to bypass security, so obviously, they still had some sort of higher functions that prevailed. It was a game that she didn’t intend to play unless they forced her hand. If provoked, there was only one response. She held only one reaction to being accosted in the capital. None of it was kind. None, polite. Srina moved so that more of her form hid that which he targeted. If they fired?

If they shot an Exarch, any Exarch? The dynamic duo of dumb and dumber would never leave this system alive.

“Is a thousand credits worth your life?”

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Before Maliphant could respond to the former echani, the latter mandalorian entered the room and began to point a gun in both their direction; though what Maliphant noticed first and foremost was that it was one of -his- weapons. He frowned slightly, realizing for a brief moment that the weapons he created were terrible things, and should probably be illegal - or at least, illegal to point at him.​

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“A slap?”, he said with quiet contempt. Of all the things someone could come for him for - for his years as a Primeval Terrorist known as ‘The Slave’, or the fact he had stolen innumerable artifacts from the Great Sith-Imperial Library on Bastion, let alone the fact he had eluded Imperial forces for years; it was a slap that they came for? For a thousand credits?​

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As his thoughts bound between the ‘why’ of the situation, he slowly came to a realization. Something so specific, and for such a low bounty likely came from someone poor and stupid - or jaded, and the only person I could think of that was that jaded, was the exact person he had slapped a few weeks prior. With a faint groan, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke aloud his realization;​

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“Eira. She did this, Srina.”​

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Srina moved to him, and when she reached his chest - he couldn’t help but relax ever so slightly. She wasn’t trying to fight him at the moment, and that meant he didn’t need to ready himself for violence - instead her touch was gentle and healing. The wounds on his body began to fall away, mended at a far better rate than the prior large scar on Atrisia. An arm wrapped around to rest on her hip, pulling the Exarch close - for the benefit of healing, or the romantic comfort of it, it didn’t really matter.​

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“You know… She probably would have let you, if you didn’t pull a gun, Mando.”, Maliphant offered dryly.​

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More often, Maliphant would have offered his own intimidating presence. He’d built up such a mask as Maliphant, there were few who didn’t know just how dangerous he could seem; but when he with Srina, she always seemed to manage better than he - at least in the moment. It brought a faint smile to his lips, cocky as it were, that for once his love interest wasn’t a ‘damsel in distress’.​

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Though, as he thought about that more, the others weren’t. They were just potential warriors, while Srina was an actual one. Still a stressor off his mind for the situation. With a squeeze of her hip, he motioned to both of them;​

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“So, do you plan on following through, or heading back out? We have food in the oven, and only so long to play before I have to get it out. I’d rather you not waste anymore of our time.”​

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Srina Talon │ Trajan Fett │ Arador Khan​

 

[Arador Khan]

Khan hated aristocrats, and Sith as well with their 'mightier than thou' attitude they had as if nothing could touch or harm them - it was even worse when they were put together like the Exarch in front of him. Perhaps it was just fated that sweet irony would come out of the barrel of a Jaeger Solutions gun and rounds that were designed with the intent to neutralize and kill just that - Sith who thought nothing could harm them. A quiet sigh could be heard coming from the disguised Khan as they withdrew their hand from the length of hair that was draped over their right shoulder, the Vora pistol he had kept stored hidden in the shoulder-mounted weapon binder seemed to materialize into existence from thin air through the holographic disguise as he leveled it at no one in particular. His HUD had already locked onto both Maliphant and Srina ever since the target had come into view while they were talking and given the nature of the Vora's flechette like tracking rounds and shatter gun speed paired with the Force Dead Chazrach rounds made for a difficult situation for either of the Sith in front of him to react in any way to especially at the distance they were at. The job didn't require violence, but he was also not hesitant to drop both of them and be done with it if it meant that they were going to try and fight.​

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Now if Khan were a betting man, which he was, he'd say the odds were in his favor. Neither of them had a lightsaber on them unless the Exarch was hiding something beneath the towel she wore, and if any of them tried their Force gestures, they'd find the cyborg had just as fast of a reaction time on pulling the trigger as they had twitching theirs. Khan would speak, maintaining the disguise of an innocuous and petite little female as the feminine voice spoke with a deadly serious tone, " Is threatening a hunter who hunts and kills Jedi and Sith for a living over a measly slap worth either of your lives? " The barrel of the pointed Vora would shift slightly as he continued to speak, " I'm sure your companion is quite familiar with his own weapons as well as what they are capable of. It is ill-advised that you threaten me or my friend with violence. My companion here can get quite twitchy with his trigger finger when he's threatened. Our business is not with you Exarch, so I advise you step aside. The galaxy doesn't revolve around you the way you imagine it does. Some of us actually work for a living. "​

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Khan's gaze would turn to Maliphant as they spoke and told them to get it over with. The bounty hunter simply shifted his way around the Exarch as he maintained a lock on both of them with his helmet being able to track a 360 field of view. He'd stand before Maliphant, his helmet recording the engagement at the client's request, still disguised as a completely innocuous little lady who didn't look like she could harm a fly as they began to flex their fingers before raising their free hand up to their shoulder. Surely a slap from this petite woman would hardly hurt the mighty Sith. Wrong. The slap would come in hard and fast, and where the Sith might expect a soft and feathery slap across their cheek would soon find that the cybernetic hand of a full-grown Arkanian male that had served in the military came full force across his face. A resonating smack would be heard throughout the apartment as Khan turned and returned to the doorway before nodding for Trajan to have a go.​

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Trajan Fett | Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon | Eira Talon ​