Bars have become more perilous than battles, it would seem (Bounty Hunt)

[Lord Ghoul]

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[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Skye Mertaal"]

A man in a leather jacket with raven hair sat on a bar stool staring idly at the female bar tender. She was Zeltron. Very, Zeltron. He knew the pheromones she was exuding were just to get him to buy more drinks and stay at the bar longer but... well, it worked. Mikhail sipped his whiskey. The liquor's fire burned down his throat before settling in his stomach with a warm glow.

Shorn was there minding his own business, mulling over ways to get Ovmar out of his head. He was on the planet Cyphar, located between Protectorate and Fringe space. A neutral zone. Ish. Shorn just wanted to kick back and enjoy himself, but he found that a little hard to do with a constant peeping-tom inside his head. Stars, what a drag.

The Thronebreaker had completely forgotten about the 2 million credit bounty on his head, placed by Alachei. Nobody would try to collect that bounty. Surely, nobody would dare.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Against [member="Hannibal Oryen"]'s better judgement and mentoring, Kitt found herself on the hunt for blue-eyes again. It wasn't her fault. He was practically screaming, 'Someone come and get me!' And the hunting business had been...slow lately.

Besides dragons.

Silent boots brought her behind Thronebreaker. Slender-digits curled around the blaster already in her hand. She was a little bit more grown-up since the last time she met the sith lord; no fan girls here and no letters. Finger squeezed down on the trigger as she went to fire a stun bolt into the small of Shorn's back.

"Hell-ohhh Great Bambino."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The truth about most renowned duelists and gunslingers is that they don't die in a famous fight with a young up-and-comer. They tended to get shot in the back of the head by someone who wanted to claim that he/she killed such-and-such. Shorn was about to experience history repeating itself.

Drunk as all hell, Mikhail Shorn hadn't been paying attention to the Force's premonitions. The tingle of danger sense across the nape of his neck came too late.

Shorn tried to turn around, "What the-" BZAP. The stun bolt slammed into him. His whole body seized up instantly and he collapsed backwards off the barstool. His last conscious image was of Kitt's crap-eating grin, then the furious Thronebreaker, terror of the galaxy, went sleepy-time.

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

“Hm,” myrtle-ellipses traveled with Shorn as he fell-CLUNK. “That was a lot easier than I thought it…,” she shot him one more time in the torso for good measure before kneeling down, waving off the other bar patrons that actually gave a flip about what was going on. “Nothing to see here, folks.” Both hands cupped the side of his face as she turned his head to make sure this was indeed, the Sith Lord, Mikhail Shorn. Yup.

Blaster found its way back into the holster on her thigh as her hands maneuvered beneath his arms. She straightened and hefted him toward the door of the establishment, using a little bit of force for a little bit of strength. She was strong but c’mon, this was Mikhail fricken’ Shorn. The dude was VERY tall.

Squeezing through the patrons, she managed to get him loaded into the passenger seat of her speedercar. Hopping in the driver’s seat, she leaned over to snap a pair of stun-cuffs on his wrists. Larry the yslamiri was happily munching on his nutrient board in the trunk, so she wasn’t too concerned about using further restraint…for the moment.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn awoke extraordinarily quick for a human man struck with a stun bolt. He blinked groggily and stared about at the interior of the speeder. Uh, wait what? Oh yeah, that's right. He'd been shot. His head pounded with the force of a thousand drums, threatening to split open. Mikhail's jaw worked furiously, he stared through a windshield at the skylane, then glanced over. Kitt Solo sat in the driver's seat, looking pretty damn smug. Mikhail reached for the Force. This time she'd gone too far. He'd rip that irritating little b- Shorn's eyes flared wide in confusion. He felt... nothing. The Force was absent here.

What was going on? Yslamiri was his first thought, but he didn't see one. He glowered at Kitt and reached over, pausing only momentarily to notice his hands were bound by cuffs. Whatever. All the better to strangle her with. The captured Sith Lord change his method of attack. Instead of trying to throttle her - that would take too long - he clasped both fists and attempted to whack her in the side of the head. The blow would hopefully be disorienting. He would then try to grab the back of her head and smash her face into the dashboard. Yes, the sound of her forehead going bump would make up for the headache. He felt very clever, despite his somewhat dazed state.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

[SIZE=10pt]She caught the flicker of movement out of her peripheral. Arms tensed and she instinctively jerked toward her side of the speeder, feeling his blow pop her ear. Hands whipped the steering controls violently to the left, getting centripetal force on her side which would, hopefully, send the ticked-off sith lord away from her and her head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Twisting at her waste, her body coiled, knees coming up to her chest before she exploded them outward, her heels aimed to kick Shorn in the face-jaw-side of head, whatever she could reach, over and over. The speeder began to slow down with no foot on the acceleration. She ignored the honking commuters and the universal signs of FU from many species.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She managed to grunt between kicks, risking a quick glance at Shorn. “Don’t you know it’s rude to bother the driver?”[/SIZE]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Leather boots met Shorn's jaw with a painful crack. Mikhail slammed into the speeder door, dazed. Kitt's next series of kicks smashed into his shoulder and side. The girl mouthed words that he couldn't hear through the thundering drums of his headache. Disoriented, he tried to turn and grab her, but a heel smacked into his temple. Insta-concussion.

Mikhail slumped forward in his seat, coming in and out of consciousness. Blood dribbled down his chin from a split lip. Every moment he was awake just made him realize how much more his jaw hurt. Sleep was so much nicer. No, he needed to escape! He needed to... he needed to... he needed.... Shorn's eyes closed as he gave in to the dreams.

If not for the stun bolt still affecting his system, he might have been able to put up a better resistance. As it stood, Mikhail "I've been shot" Shorn was in no condition to continue struggling against his captor. Somewhere in dreamland, Mikhail realized that he had now been stunned senseless by not one, but two Solos.

[member="Kitt Solo"]