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[Hira Mitsae]

Outer Rim Territories - Gordian Reach​

Rekali Territory​

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

The Gordian Reach was one of many star sectors in the Galaxy, but it was special to Elijah nonetheless. Not because it had industrial potential or civilizations that doubled as cultural centers in the Outer Rim, not because of hidden legends in the Roil or the vast economic potential that came from a vast hyperlane in the form of the Hydian Way cutting through space right next to them, no, it was something far more simple than that. It was home. It was the sector that Clan Rekali had declared as under their protection and protect it they did. An Imperial-grade network of nodes and modules was spread through the space, early warning beacons and interdiction potential mixed with defense stations sparingly scattered around the territories.

It was a decentralized network for all intents and purposes. The Warlock of Yavin might be the Alor of the Clan, but the Rekalis and unaffiliated sentients under their protection were ingenious and above all… free. Together they would fight and even die for their right to live their lives in the way they wanted to.

And that was an attitude, a sentiment that Elijah could understand without even pondering too much about it.

The D5-Mantis Patrol Craft cut through hyperspace towards their eventual destination. It was his primary ship, the one he used when he needed to be somewhere fast while still having access to most of his working gear. With him was Allyson Locke. Eli wasn’t sure what to think of her just yet, but Ember had assigned her specifically to this mission.

And who was Elijah to question his Alor? Well, at least openly.

She was ten times the pilot he was, though. And also had quite the talent when it came to fixing up things out of seemingly nowhere. The insistent whine of the engine had subsided into a subtle screech every couple of minutes, the inertial dampeners had been recalibrated… point was, Ally had done a lot in a very brief period of time.

Elijah hadn’t even known that the cockpit had a cup holder, until she had repaired the mechanism that operated it.

Gun’s Weekly had a fairly interesting expose on the military-industry complex: something about price cuts between corporations and carteling that made the price for a simple gun overinflated for the rest of them. What a disgrace. He was sitting in the co-pilot seat next to Ally who was doing her own thing.

“So.” the Mandalorian spoke over his magazine. The external audio feedback hissed softly as it picked up his voice and projected it out of his armor to her. “How ya know Ember anyway?”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Finally, Ember had gotten back to her - sadly it was after he had lost his daughter - his last daughter. The thought of losing someone rang silent memories in Allyson’s heart as she couldn't’ remain upset with the old man. She had lost her family when the galaxy lost Corellia. At times she forgot that she wasn’t over it - there was no getting over something like that, never. The wound though scabbed and she was capable of moving on. When things like this happen on the other hand, she was brutally reminded of her family and that she was alone.

So once again she found herself thinking about her parents and her younger brother, her hands gripped the controls of Elijah Rekali’s D-5 mantis tightly. The ship was nice - she forced herself to think about what she knew. The handling was sweet, mostly because of its size - it was smaller than hers. Her grip loosened after a small whine came from the machine - a whine that she had come to learn that only she could hear. Sorry. Apologizing to the ship was something she thought about and didn’t express outwardly. The last thing she needed was someone she barely knew to think she was insane.

Ember had signed her up for this mission, he didn’t give her much information on what they were doing, but she figured he had good reason and intentions. The old man always looked out for her and took her under his wing. It did help that she was capable of putting his old ship back together with least amount of down time. He was the reason she knew about the Force and all that hunkey dorey stuff. It granted her the ability to “ship whisper”. Allyson rolled her eyes as she scoffed at the title. Out of everything that the Force can do - it chose to bestow her with the only the ability to talk to machines. Lovely.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the Beskar Man look alike. Looking towards him she blinked, “Oh we met on a port - his ship was arguing with him and I had to mediate, mostly because his current mechanic was cute...and uh seemed to need my help? After that I kind of just forced myself as his first mate and we traveled the hyperlanes.” Taking her hands off the controls for a moment, she folded her arms and an index finger scratched the bottom of her chin. “I lucked out really, the only other guy that wanted to hire me looked as if he was going to sell me to the slavers or something.” She didn’t get into detail of ‘how’ and ‘why’ Ember picked her up over his old mechanic, that was a story for another day.

“So what are you? Like his Nephew or something?” [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Elijah leaned back into his seat as he listened to her. Once again he was happy with his armor: the opaque visor left a lot to the imagination when it came to his facial expression and the external audio feedback clouded the edge of his voice, left the tone out of the equation as static replaced it. Some people didn't understand it, couldn't understand it - how do you live your entire life in a suit of armor? It was a decent question, Eli supposed, but not one he could truly answer here and there.

Of course he didn't wear the armor constantly... that would be a negative influence on his personal hygiene. It might have its own regulating temperature and atmosphere regulations, but that didn't mean it didn't get uncomfortable after a few days on the battlefield.

"Cousin, I suppose." the broad shoulders of the armor shrugged a short fraction. "Clans ain't build on blood relationships only, lass, they be formed by common goals, cultural similarities and shared heritage."

That was the strength of the Mandalorians. They spread through culture and belief, more so than blood... anyone could be part of it, as long as they followed the Resol'nare and even that was being challenged by some of the more progressive warriors.

"Ember tell ya what we are setting up?"

The Clan was spreading its influence throughout the Gordian Reach and its operations were no longer merely focused on extractions and heists. The mercenary route was profitable, of course, with bounty hunting being Eli's main operation, but that didn't mean the Mandalorian didn't see the profit in expanding and becoming more active in other regions. Hedging your bets on multiple sources of funds, so to speak. They were scouting out possible farm locations for the Neebray.

Apparently the membrane and skin of their wings were an useful component for the Rekali export.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The younger woman mused over the concept of the Mandalorian clans. They were something different in itself. Most families were built on blood lines something that was beyond choice to tie them together. On the other hand, like what Elijah had stated - they were built like that. Allyson wondered if that's why Mandalorians were so loyal to each other. Not because they were blood related genetically, but because they were bound by something greater, free will or something like that. Allyson shrugged it off and figured this was something similar to her case.

Hands returned to the controls as they were drawing near the coordinates Ember had given them, she was hoping the man next to hear knew more about the mission they were sent on. She was just a pilot, someone to get from point a to point b. Ember knew her skills and that was probably why she sent her off with Elijah. Ally shrugged. "Old man Ember just told me to head out this way and find some wings of some creature beast thing." The head of Rekali clan wasn't usually vague, but Allyson wasn't unusually the type to really listen.

"We are almost there..oh and Ember told me to keep my hands to myself. You know what he meant by that?"

[member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

"Hmm?" the Mandalorian hummed over his magazine, before looking up and shooting her a look. A shrug followed soon enough and Elijah was back at reading his magazine.

"Oh, don't mind him, he knows my temper and is probably a bit concerned about ya, s'all."

The realization that Ember was concerned about him didn't even enter his mind. After all he automatically assumed that "keep your hands to yourself" meant that she shouldn't start any fights she wouldn't be able to finish... any other meanings were entirely lost to him. Maybe it was the magazine that had kept his attention away from the actual meaning or maybe there was something else.

But as it stood the implication was that Elijah did not mind if she put his hands on him. Regardless of what he actually thought it meant.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Temper? Oh boy this is going to be fun. Allyson mused as she flipped the ship coming towards a planet. Reaching out she pressed a couple of buttons to pull up something on the holonav in front of her. Frowning, she pointed to the planet’s information, “Bronsoon? That’s where he’s sending us?!” Allyson knew a bit about the planet and she frowned. She had hoped they were heading to the Yavin System there was so much old dead tech there. Shrugging it off, she turned on the landing systems and they entered the atmosphere.

Upon entering they were greeted by the planet’s defense security. “Name, Data, purpose”. Allyson shrugged and stated: “Allyson Locke, Clan Rekali, Business”. There was silence on the other end and it lasted for a few moments. She was confused as they continued the descent. The man came over the line once more. “Do you have a male escort?”

The Corellian grew red in the face as she sat up and glared at the controls of the ship. She kept her line cut off from the the planet’s security and looked at Elijah. “MALE COMPANION?!?!?! I do not need an escort - pft I could probably pin you and take advantage of you at any point i wanted on this trip.” Making tiny fists she punched her leg and then inhaled deeply.

Forcing a smile on her face, she opened communication with the security team again. “Why yes I do.” They responded quickly, “Please have him state his name, data and the purpose for your visit - your claim is nullified”

Allyson stood up and tossed the headset towards Elijah. “You handled those morons, I’m going to get ready.

[member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Elijah didn't even look up from his magazine. Bronsoon? The Gordian Reach had dozens of systems and each system at an average had at least two to four planets, Bronsoon wasn't recognizable to him. But when Ally started to shout he did look up, after a while he frowned before picking up the headset that had been thrown at him rather unceremoniously.

"Um." The Mando said and then blinked. "Hello?"

A chatter of static followed before a bored voice sounded again. Imperial, bored, very through the nose... clearly someone who had a high opinion of themselves and wanted to flaunt with that to anyone and everyone.

"Yes, yes. You must be the male escort. I cannot understand why you would let the womenfolk address us, barbaric. But you are here now, so I suppose it doesn't particularly matter. Name, data & purpose please."

Eli blinked once again. What?

"Um. Elijah Rekali, of Clan Rekali, on business."

Silence reigned, before a humpf. sounded. The voice seemed a little bit indignant, but the silence continued - perhaps the voice had stepped away to talk it over with a superior or something like that.

"You are cleared to land, esteemed Rekali. Have a pleasant trip." the voice cut off mere seconds later, not giving Elijah the opportunity to reply anything.

"Well, that was one #($*#@ nerf herder." before shrugging, putting the ship on auto-pilot. It would sync itself up with the computer systems on the spaceport of the planet. After that he left the cockpit to get ready as well, gear, suiting up and all that - forgetting that Ally had gone to do the same.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Several select words were spouted as Allyson changed her clothes from the traveling gear she had been wearing. She pulled on a white shirt and slung on the leather jacket, fingers looped through the bands for her corellian blood stripe pants as she started to shimmy her way up. She saw the beskar covered man make his way towards her and she cursed his name and kicked the door shut. “[member="Elijah Rekali"] ! For Force Sake!” Groaning she pulled up her pants and buckled them then pulled on her knee high boots and kicked the door back open. The man seemed to not have any knowledge of what it was like to be around a woman, you just didn’t lumber around like you owned the place.

Scoffing as she walked by him she stood in front of him as the ship was taken in and their entry was granted. Allyson remained in front of Elijah and kept her small blaster at her side, it was attached by a thigh holster. Crossing her arms she frowned as they were greeted by a few guards and a small man who decided to push his way through and introduce himself to Elijah.

“Honored Rekali Clan - we’ve heard so much about the Rekalis. We’ve made available quarters for you and your um..” The man glanced towards Allyson and frowned at her attire. “Companion?” He forced a smile and slipped keys to the quarters to Elijah and where the small apartment could be located. “I hope you do enjoy your stay on our lovely planet.” His hand gestured towards Allyson as he frowned slightly. “Do keep her um, close by.”

As the guards and the obvious ambassador to the planet moved out of the way for the pair to cross, Allyson nearly sprints as she makes her way towards the hangar elevator. She needed to get out before she did something that would harm their relations here. The last thing she needed was to end up in prison.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Elijah once again blinked. Did I just... oh, oops.

It was quite accurate to say that he had no idea how to travel with a Lady, his only female companionship during his travels had been his bounty targets that turned out to be female. And they always stayed in the holding cells inside the energy cages, so there to say that there wasn't much interaction was to make an understatement. The girl rushed past him - clearly annoyed with him, he turned around to say something... but she was gone already.

Well, that didn't go well.

After a moment he shrugged and wandered into the armory. He got the gear he needed, checked his scatter-rifle twice, cleaned out his revolved and strapped it back into the holster and then got some supplies into the pack. The time it would take for 'em to finish here was still up in the air. So better not to leave anything to chance.

Some more rummaging was done and then Eli exited the armory, following Locke. The landing gear disengaged with the platform rolling out for them, he took a few moments to lock everything back in - he didn't exactly trust these woman-haters with his lady love. The ship.

"The honor is all mine." the tone was strictly neutral, but it took him some doing. "If we need anything, you will know, thank you."

With that Elijah - once again - followed Locke into the elevator. The doors closed, a feint waiting music tone whistled in the background and the awkwardness rose a few inches.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson sat in the elevator listening to the horrible music they played in it as they traveled down towards the city levels. She had half a mind to leave the Rekali boy with the idiots, but she knew she would get into trouble without an ‘escort’. The thought made her madder by the second as she stood there with her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Usually elevators were fun, especially with a guy. Being pushed against the doors, making out in the time frame it takes the cart to get from point a to point b. Sometimes you had a bit more time for more.

Elijah was out of luck this time, though Allyson figured he didn’t care much anyways. Looking over at him, she found a metal latch that seemed to be mechanically controlled by the suit. If she couldn’t have fun with him, she’d just have fun with his latch. From her understanding of visually studying the suit, it was just a latch to keep the helmet from popping off. There were several around his chin and neck line so playing with one didn’t do any damage.

“Do we get to leave the city at least? You said Ember wanted to find land to farm or something right?” As she spoke, the latch on Elijah’s jaw popped off and on in quick succession as she played with it, by use of the Force. She reached out and pushed him and frowned even more if that was even possible. "You still haven't apologized you know!" [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Keep ya hands to yourself, Ally. He ain’t no toy to play around with.

At the end of the day Elijah was a killer, plain and simple. There was some form of morality twisted and obfuscated by years of fighting, killing and general mercing in the Outer Rim, but it might as well be blue and orange colors for less… extreme people. His instincts was what had kept him alive back then and there was barely any restraint as he moved now.

Instinct. Moving without thinking, feeling just intent. First the latch of his helmet being manipulated somehow - the Force, maybe. Didn’t matter though, what mattered was that if his helmet got off he would be susceptible to any gas-form of toxicity.

Then she pushed him, words blurred and intent turned into action. His body shifted, ever so slightly, barely an inch as his shoulder moved back instead of pushing against her push. Big hand, crushgaunt, pushed her against the wall and said fist wrapped itself around her neck.

Not crunching, barely restrained.

Elijah was pressed against her now. So close, so, so close. The V-visor, red gleaming against the light of the lift, came closer.

Silence, one second turning into two.

“You shouldn’t push me, Locke.” another second, before he cocked his head. “Apologize for what though?”

 

[Allyson Locke]

It was quicker than Ally could have ever thought the man could be. She was instantly pushed against the wall, his crushgaunt around her throat and her feet somewhat dangling in the elevator as the calming jazz music played. She quickly remembered Ember’s words and realized her fatal mistake. She had assumed that Ember meant to keep her paws off of him because he was a partner not a plaything. Allyson was known for promiscuity and she figured Ember didn’t want any of that within the company. Alas, he meant Elijah was something that could kill her and not bat an eye.

The weight of his body pressed against hers and she fought every urge to fight back. If she did he would probably kill her. He spoke finally after what felt like forever and she held her breath as he remained closed to her. A warning, this was all just a warning for her to keep her hands to herself and it was a warning would accept and file away in the back of her mind. Narrowing her eyes though, she tried not to show any fear to the Mandalorian. “Apologize for walking in on me earlier. You have no manners.” Her hands moved around his wrist as she struggled slightly.

“Let me go. Now.”

The soft jazz music finished and the elevator had finally finished its descent. Knowing the planet, if anyone walked in on this they would probably give him a high five for keeping his “womanfolk in line” It bothered Allyson to the core, but now she fully understood Ember’s warning. [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Elijah wasn’t angry, mad or furious. There was no wroth running and coiling through his veins right now, and in truth it took a lot to get in any state like that, just a natural development of spending his time with outlaws and scoundrels who liked to push and prod.

But that same natural development meant that he lived by his instincts. Barely restrained. If his mind sent a sign, his body moved in a fluid motion without any hesitation.

And sometimes that got people killed.

"Oh." That almost tender grip around her throat was suddenly relinquished and Ally would drop to the ground again, with Elijah turning around and facing the lift doors as they opened.

"I am sorry for that. Not used to traveling with other folk, won’t happen again."

Just like a barely domesticated animal he switched from an attack to pacifism once no threat could be located. After extending his apologies - only for walking into her, not for almost ending her life there and then, he exited the lift without waiting on her.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Rubbing her neck, she stared at the man that had apologized to her for nearly choking her to death. He acted as if it was nothing. She sighed softly and tried to think of a way to get out of this, maybe she could call Ember and he’ll let her come home. Allyson sat on the floor of the elevator for a few seconds more as she caught her breath and let her heartrate go back to normal. Standing up she kept her distance from the Mandalorian and continued to ponder calling Ember.

She needed to keep her mouth shut especially out in the open on this planet. With how they were she had to play by their customs and be a polite second class citizen. They continued down the streets and towards the place they were staying. Once they were there she could escape to the other adjacent room and keep to herself. THe last thing she wanted was to be locked in a room with him, especially since he can turn whatever that was on and off like a light.

Getting to the hotel, she followed the Mandalorian and headed towards their room. Although when they had made to the room, she noticed that there was one bed, one room, one bathroom. There was no place for her to escape the Mandalorian. Sighing softly, she walked into the room and placed her things on the nearby counter and plopped onto the end of the king sized bed.

“What was that all about Elijah, back in the elevator?” [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

They walked in complete silence and that was okay with him.

It meant time to ponder, time to wonder and time to figure out what they were going to do here. The events in the lift was already fading away from his mindset as other, more pressing matters were starting to demand his attention - how would they handle these Bronsoons, for instance. Ember had made it clear that they were to respect their traditions... all of them. Clan Rekali's claim over the Gordian Reach was undisputed, but only because the Clan mostly kept itself out of affairs that did not pertain to them directly.

They had to set up that space farm for the flying bat things, but by the looks of it it would be difficult to do that while Ally was containing her fury, trying not to kill them all with her bare-hands.

Woman after my own heart.

"Whatcha mean?" Eli responded while surveying the room. One bed, one room, one bathroom- this would be even more difficult than he thought it would be. The bag slung over his shoulder was dropped next to the bed, before putting most of his attention on Allyson.

"I have lived my entire life in the Outer Rim, Locke. Out there? You follow your instincts or you end up a deader in no time." A shrug followed, before he settled himself on the other end of the bed, back to her and attention on his boots. "Means that if I sense a threat, I don't think about what to do, I just handle it."

He looked at her over his shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?"

Elijah didn't think he had, his control was usually impeccable, but there's always that little chance.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Living that rough life, she should have figured and Ember did warn her about him. The man was different than she had assumed, which was another thing Ember had warned her about with him. Elijah was a trained killer, his instincts were just that. There was nothing beyond that and that part is what scared her. Ember sent her along because he trusted her and knew she could get the job done, so she needed to prove it to Ember and herself. Looking about the room, she tried to figure out how to divide it all. She highly doubted Elijah wanted to share a bed with her, though at this point and time she didn’t fear about accidentally losing her panties.

He suddenly asked if he had hurt her. Allyson looked towards the mandalorian and blinked in utter confusion. She rubbed her neck slightly, it was sore, but beyond that nothing was injured. Allyson shook her head and rested her hands back onto the bed. “Nope, I’m perfectly fine. Nothing broken or maimed.” Allyson stood up and noticed that he had his back to her and was only glancing over his shoulder. A part of her felt bad for him and wondered if he wasn’t used to being around other people. She understood that feeling, but if they were going to make it out of this mission alive they needed each other.

The young brunette plopped herself next to him. A hand reached out and then hovered over Elijah’s leg for a second. It was pulled back and she smiled at the masked mandalorian. “I understand and really it's probably a good thing you can sense all that. I’m pretty helpless when it comes to sensing threats. Usually I just deal with them once it's a wee bit too late.”

She laughed nervously and brushed aside a few stray strands of brown hair. “So do you ever get out of your suit?” [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Rekali nodded in acceptance at that.

Tough one, but Ember would probably have his hide if he let something happen to her - probably more than his hide if he was the one doing the harm. The Witch-King of Yavin was not a trivial enemy to make, even if it was his uncle... that probably wouldn't make much of a difference. Not when the fury was high, when the feelings boiled over and the teeth clattered for the kill. It was a feeling Elijah knew fairly well and that experience told him how difficult it would be for Ember. Better to not make that into a... thing, dodging Vahla shamans for the rest of his life wasn't a pleasant prospect.

"I'll have your back." The Mandalorian simply stated, almost as if that one sentence was all that mattered, but maybe for him it did. Out there... your word was your bond, your reputation was staked on the promises you kept with your actions.

He did notice her trying to... touch him, which made him frown just a bit. But it was behind his visor and so it was safe from being noticed. It wasn't the touch that was unwelcome... but Eli couldn't figure out what had bothered him.

"Not often - when I sleep, when I shower - but not much else calls for it. Why?"

Out there in the Outer Rim wearing your armor could be the difference between life and death.

 

[Allyson Locke]

This guy was weird, but he intrigued the young Corellian. She remembered quietly the warning she had received from Ember about him, but once again she brushed it off. Elijah was an interesting fellow, very ridged in his ways and Allyson wanted to open him up like a can of sardines. She wanted to know what the man looked like behind the mask and why he was so standoffish. Something had to have happened to him in his past.

She stared at him listening to his answer as she tried to figure out something to say to get him to be convinced to leave the safety of the suit. “So, sleeping and showering eh? Thing must stink then after you get out of it. When you shower or sleep, I suggest throwing in a few air fresheners okay?” A grin, a very sly and playful grin spread across her face as she chuckled at her comment. Locke knew she shouldn’t push too many buttons with him, she could still feel his fingers around her throat. Allyson cleared her throat and sighed.

“You’re safe here with me, you wore that thing the whole way here…don’t you want to relax for just a minute before this all turns back into work?” Speaking of all the way here, Allyson stood up and removed her jacket and belt. Her shoes were next and her hands quickly pulled her shirt from being tucked in. “As for relaxing, I seriously need a shower and to check and see if you left any marks on my neck – though you’d probably get some award for choking me out with these karkfaces.” While she cursed the people of this planet, Allyson removed her shirt while heading into the bathroom. “I’m going to freshen up, if you want to sit out of your suit while I’m in here you can, you can of mysteries you.” A smirk and possibly a flash of her panty clad bottom, then the door was closed and the refresher turned on. [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

It ain't his safety he was worried about.

Well, it was, but it was instinct rather than choice. Spend long enough in the Outer Rim and everything becomes suspect- for example this very room, large windows making for a pretty sight, but also giving the perfect opening for sniper fire to take them out before they could do anything. Why would anyone try to assassinate them?

Elijah didn't know.

Wasn't the point either, he'd rather be wrong a hundred times... instead of being right the one time he let his guard down. "Go shower, Locke, we got a long week ahead of us."

Minutes after she left, backside wiggling at him like pow, Eli sighed to himself.

The helmet dropped to the floor, followed the rest soon after. While she was showering he switched out his cargo pants, tank top dropped to the floor next to his beskar'gam. He would put on a new shirt after his shower, he reckoned. Otherwise why bother switching it out at all, if you are gonna go wade in the same sweat again.

On the balcony. Looking down on the city and up to the starport, that's where she would find him, back to her.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Don’t play with him.

Ember’s words echoed in her mind as she felt the warmth of the water cascade over her slender frame. Hands and fingers laced around her throat as she pondered what he had done previously when she played. The man was a killing machine and when she thought about it, she realized she had escaped by the skin of her teeth. Then again, she teased him, but it seemed he was rather unaware of his other primal urges. Either way, Allyson knew she should be more careful especially when he didn’t really know how to hold back.

She quickly cleaned up and then turned off the refresher. A towel wrapped around her slender frame as she left the bathroom. Wet hair clung to her neck as she looked at his back facing her from the balcony. So, you are human… Allyson mused as she watched him, he was built quite nicely and his back looked as if the Force itself carved him from stone – making the perfect killing machine. The corners of her lips curled into a smirk, he would be fun to play with, but he was so unaware of things.

Allyson decided to remain in the towel, disregard any clothing for the time being. He knew how to kill and maim, but it seemed gentleness was out of his reach. Oh, what joy she would take in this little game. Sorry Ember, I’m going to play with him. She apologized mentally to her mentor and surrogate father then quickly brushed his words aside and walked towards the balcony still wrapped in the towel. Danger lurked around them, but for the time being she doubted anyone wished to cause them any harm. Leaning against the balcony, the towel remained on her body, using her curves as support. “You know when you look at this place from this angle…you would never think or expect to experience the crap welcome we got…” Musing over it, she looked towards him, “Well the crap welcome I got…you on the other hand oh boy do they love you.” She smirked and nudged him gently with her elbow. Her body tensed for a moment in preparation for him to take that as an attack.

Thinking to herself, she stared at the bounty hunter’s arm and noticed the lean definition of his muscles. Yep, this is going to be a fun game.

[member="Elijah Rekali"]