...Blast him. Damn him. Whoever this stupid guy was, he certainly was good at making an utter nuisance of himself. Normally, Kariss wouldn't have given half a damn about her food. Normally she either mentally beat them into submission and drained them dry while they were still in a daze, or spent the evening talking to them and feeding them easy openings to exploit. Neither exposed her to the best qualities of humanity, and for good reason.
Life on Nar Shaddaa deadens you. A truly kind soul is the kind of thing you treasure, not the kind of thing you snuff out for a quick high. Defeated, Kariss grumbled out a quiet "Yeah" right as her protector was walking away. That was just fantastic. She found the best meal in an eight-block radius, spent the whole night tracking him, and now she couldn't even seal the deal. Stupid morals. Stupid guy with his stupid sense of right and wrong. Stupid freakin' Kariss for falling for it.
She waited until the door hissed closed behind him before she let out a long, exasperated sigh. All that time waiting and she simply didn't have anything to eat. Maybe she could raid the kitchen? No, that wouldn't do her much good in the long run. She needed soup, and she needed it soon. Apparently she was going to have to leave a dozen or so bodies to tide herself over until sunrise...
After moping for a few minutes, the answer presented itself. The door, which no one had bothered to lock behind them, hissed open in the dead of night. Kariss' red eyes shot up towards the doorway, and she couldn't help but smirk. It was the big guy with the sunglasses that she had eyeballed for a few seconds earlier that day. Had she really guessed right? Now that was just pure luck. "Kitchen's closed, big guy," she started with her eyes leveled towards him. "If you come back in the morning, I'm sure you'll be served something more than the surprise you seem intent on pursuing tonight."
The man in dark glasses with a matching dark suit maintained a matching dark expression. He reached into his jacket and produced a fair-sized blaster as she spoke, and his response came from a voice gravely enough to belie its infrequent use. "The last three men Mister Kinta sent after you. Their families would have preferred they came back alive."
The young Anzat's gaze narrowed into a glare. "Then they shouldn't have pointed blasters at me. I get jumpy." As she spoke, she crossed her arms under her breasts. Regardless of whether or not this man could hit her, or even if he could land multiple shots, he'd be dead before she took enough damage to be unable to move.
"Mister Kinta sent me to repay the debt he owes you," the dark man in the dark suit responded (darkly). "But now that I see how my associates treated you, I think they owe you a similar debt." His thumb moved to flick the safety off of his blaster, and he opened his mouth to make another witty one-liner.
Before he could drop his jaw, Kariss was in motion. She sprinted directly at him, not bothering with erratic movement. He was too close for that to have made any difference. Within the first couple of steps he fired, and she could feel the intense, blindingly painful burn rip through what felt like her ribs. Her blouse was likely ruined, blast it all. Regardless, he didn't get a second opportunity. When she was close enough, the young Anzat brought her hand up in an iron grip on his wrist, then quickly moved to strike up at his elbow from beneath. There was a satisfyingly sickening crack.
His help of pain was delightful, but she wasn't done yet. With her grip on his arm, she stepped around his body and used her hip on his as a fulcrum to send him flying into one of the booths along the wall. Just as quickly she was on top of him, straddling his waist with her arms pinning his shoulders to the wall. "Be still," she stated very simply. Proximity, eye contact, an vocal cues. Every possible power amplifier to her psychic domination.
He struggled a bit, but not nearly as strongly as before. His body seemed to be fighting paralysis...which was actually very impressive. She couldn't help but smirk. "Well now. You just might be more filling than I had anticipated." Her left hand finger-walked up his busted left arm, towards the shoulder. "Now don't you worry. I'll make sure to send your body back to Kinta just like I have the last few thugs he's sent my way." As she spoke, two slits in her skin opened on either side of her face, right along her cheeks. A pair of long, thin tendrils slithered out, finding their way almost of their own accord towards his nostrils. "And I'll make sure to send a little message along with it. He needs to know that I'm coming for him."
In the nose. He was trying to resist, but between the psychic and physical beatdowns he'd received, there simply wasn't enough strength left in what was probably the fourth hitman of the month to get a waif with a professional athlete's strength off of him. Iiiin the nose. If he was shouting in pain earlier, now he was screaming in bloody horror.
Kariss' red eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pure ecstasy of soup swirling up her proboscii and into her body. Oh yes. This was worth the wait.
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