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Encounters on Coruscant

@[member="Abbigail Knight"]

Doll had always wanted to visit Coruscant. Well, at least the parts of Coruscant outside of a business meeting. She had taken several trips out to the planet before while under the employ of the Loronar Corporation, but never on her own for her own reasons. Now that she had her freedom she was very much "happy", one could say, to visit the galactic center and look around for herself.

Not that she really had any objective in mind. More of just an idling curiosity to see what the world was like outside of a reception room for corporate business. To be honest she was certain it probably wasn't safe either. She was visiting the seedier or more dangerous parts of Coruscant in the lower levels, but the human replica droid knew there were other reasons for concern still. Coruscant wasn't too far from Loronar after all, and she was still using much of her travel information that had been given to her when she had been a loyal droid of the company. Even though she had deleted her information of existence from the mainframe where she could, Doll knew there were people there who knew about her and hadn't, nor wouldn't, forget. Not to mention the few others of the prototype line Loronar had been observing and using for themselves.

Of course she had managed to make it to Corellia and visit Archangel Industries. With whom she had a slight affiliation now. Still, it was too soon to consider being in the clear, and while pushing one's luck was likely a foolish idea to most organics, Doll considered it way to verify weather or not she would actually be pursued. Best to find out sooner rather than later when her protocols might consider her to be safe when she really wouldn't be.

So what better place to visit than a bustling world she could glean much information from, build new experiences on, and run into people who might be looking for her if there was nay. Although perhaps the time spent on Coruscant would be better spent with an objective in mind. A place to actually visit or sight to see. So with that now in mind, Doll oriented herself towards where an information kiosk stood in the distance nearly obscured by the crowd.

Although a moment later she bumped into, or was bumped into by, someone else.
 
By now, walking about the lower levels of Coruscant had become an every day task for Abbigail. She had to walk around, looking for odd jobs hear and there to earn credits, occasionally looking through abandoned buildings, trash piles and even the sewers underneath the undercity itself, trying to scrounge up valuables for sale or personal use. One example being those interesting little Echani combat documents she had discovered a while back. She was letting her mind wander, a joyous expression glued forever to her face, as if she just couldn't help but be happy, even in the seedy, dank, and altogether unpleasant filth of the undercity.

Ignoring the occasional cat call from the more distasteful men, Abbigail remembered that she had a particular goal set for today. She was going to try and find some more documents in the older parts of the city, where the buildings were more run-down and empty. She had been exploring that area for months now, and yet she still hadn't covered nearly a fraction of it's immense size. Thinking about all the treasures that were bound to be there this time -- Abbigail was ever the optimist -- she neglected to pay attention to her surroundings, and walked right in front of the android, Doll.

Almost completely shell-shocked by this developement, Abbigail stumbled and fell to the ground, looking around through the force to try and discern what had hit her, or what she had hit. She kept passing her eyes over Doll, not paying attention to the android at all, as it seemed like she was just part of the scenary to Abbi. After a few seconds of growing confusion, Abbigail finally realized that it was an Android that she had bumped into, and that's why she could see any organic people -- she thought it was a very important distinction, 'organic' people. She believed that some androids were people too, particularly the ones with AI or really advanced VI.

Standing up quickly, Abbigail bowed in the direction of the android, hanging her head slightly in apology. "S-sorry! I didn't mean... It's just that I wasn't paying attention, you see and... Well, I'm sorry." She said quickly, sputtering the words out like her life depended on it (which was normally the case, when it came to her needing to apologize for something, even in her youth). She kept her head bowed, but looked up slightly to reveal her face to the android, showing that her eyes were closed, and didn't seem to be opening any time soon.

As Abbigail awaited an answer to her apology, however, she slowly became aware of an aura around the android. One that she was very used to seeing here on coruscant, but not usually around droids. In fact, she rarely saw any aura around droids. She could see that there had been strong influence from the dark side in this particular droid's past, but deeper than that, there was danger in her near future. She couldn't discern from where the danger would present itself, but it was surely there, and the aura was slowly, but noticeably, growing in strength.
 
@[member="Abbigail Knight"]

The collision hadn't knocked down the human replica droid as it had the organic she had run into. As such Doll found herself staring, after blinking several times in confusion a few times at first, down at what appeared to be a young human stock female who appeared to be similarly confused about the sudden impact. However, unlike herself, the the organic appeared as if she could not detect what she had run into. In fact even as it seemed the young woman had realized what had happened and got up she refused to open her eyes. Assumption: This organic is blind. Inferior AND damaged.

Not seeing a point to keeping on her normal beaming expression programmed into her for most social interactions, Doll's expression stay impassive as she listened to the young woman's apology for running into her. Regardless, her voice still maintained its pleasant nature as she responded to the organic. The woman was blind not deaf after all. "No, it's quite alright. No harm done. I was just heading over to the information kiosk nearby. Besides you're the one who was knocked to the ground. Are you alright." All the while Doll ran a hand over her dress to remove any wrinkles caused by the collision. A part of her did wonder why she had even bothered to respond. She is blind. I could have walked away and she wouldn't have noticed.

. . . . . .

At the same time someone else was watching this happen. An individual watching through the scope of a blaster rifle trained on the human imitation in the red dress. A person already slowly depressing the trigger to their weapon as they took a breathe to relax their aim.
 
Abbigail briefly wondered why the droid was maintaining such a passive face, before remembering that she would appear blind to anyone who did not know about her. Not to mention, her face could just be stuck like that. She didn't mind that people assumed she was blind, and after all that was the point, anyway. She wanted people to assume she was blind, rather than know she was Miraluka -- fearing, of course, being returned to her slavers, or even being captured by new ones. As she observed the droid closely, examining all of her features out of curiosity. It was a habit of hers, to closely look at people's hands and faces, see what kind of lives they live based on those factors, but soon she realized attempting this on a droid was likely to be pointless.

As Abbigail heard the woman telling her that it was alright, and that no damage had been done, she found herself thinking that the droid sure was polite, for someone hanging around in the undercity. Maybe that was why she saw an aura of danger around her? Abbigail stood up straight now, her look of joy returning as she smiled at Doll. "Oh, thank you!~ You're very kind, for a person in this area. Most people would have just kept walking, because they see that I'm blind... And I'm fine, thanks, had worse happen to me in my time. I am Abbigail, by the way, what are you called?"

As Abbigail finished asking the droid's name, however, she felt her body kick into gear. She had had a premonition of sorts, regarding what would soon happen to the droid, and she just... reacted, as always. Leaping forward at the droid, seemingly out of nowhere, she tackled her to the ground. The bright red blaster bolt that had just been fired out of the sniper's rifle flew over her head and punched through the street of the undercity as if it were paper, leaving a smoking hole behind with scorched ground all around it. Abbigail had no idea what to do from there, however, as she had never been in this kind of situation before, and hadn't had much time to think. So, she just lay on top of the droid, smothering her against the ground in an attempt to keep her out of the sniper's sights. Thankfully, she had tackled Doll in the right direction to put them behind one of the nearby spires leading up to the upper levels of the city, effectively granting her and Abbigail cover.

"W-what the heck was that?! Are you in trouble or something, you silly droid?" She asked, not meaning for the words to be as offensive as they may sound. She just had a habit of calling everyone 'silly', and couldn't help but let the word 'droid' slip.

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The sniper cursed lightly under his breathe and packed up his rifle, standing up with his back turned to the droid and the Miraluka. He was certain that the woman would not have interfered, and it had cost him. Next time he would have to make sure that he got both of the women, if the shut-eyed one was going to be such an issue again. His silhouetted figure began walking towards the sky light that had been shining on him, causing shadows to envelop his form, and then he simply vanished from sight. He was on his way to where he had just failed to shoot Doll, planning to track them down and finish the job with his trusty hand blasters.
 
@Abbigail Knight

Doll was actually rather surprised by the sudden joyful expression that had appeared on the blind human's face. Especially after the organic had just voiced the very thing the HRD had considered a moment ago. Oddity. This girl is strange. Not too strange, but all the same Doll found herself getting an odd. . . .feeling from the young woman. The human replica droid considered for a moment if there was something that stuck out about the girl, introducing herself as Abbigail, that matched some information in her databases. Still, it did not bother the droid enough to prompt her to consider spending more time to figure it out. She would offer her name back to the blind organic and then excuse herself as she was in a hurry.

That was what she intended at least, however, as she opened her mouth to provide her name Doll found herself tackled by the young woman. The suddenness of it prevented the HRD from reacting in a sufficient manner to counter the assault. Had she not been relaxed due to the girl's blindness and preoccupied with giving her name she might have been more on guard and just reached up to crush Abbigail's throat. Although perhaps this was a good thing, as Doll watched the blaster bolt tear through the hair where she had once been standing and her mind processed exactly what had transpired. She saved me from the blaster bolt. Why?

Hundreds of possibilities passed through Doll's head as she tried to narrow down what had just happened as she hit the ground in the cover of the spire. An answer provided itself though once her "savior" called her a droid. Knows identity! Likely staged battle to get close to me. Wants information on Loronar perhaps. Or is an attempt to get in close to Archangel Industries. Grabbing one of the hidden holdout blasters from under her dress, Doll picked herself and the organic off the ground before shoving the organic against the wall as she stared impassively at her. The droid took care though not to bang the young woman's head against the wall. She did want answers after all, giving the girl a concussion would not be helpful. She did however, point her blaster at Abbigail after pinning the girl. Another thought occurred to Doll as well: She is not blind, saw blaster bolt coming. Or knew beforehand, either scenario does not bode well.

"What is your agenda. You know I am a droid. Did Loronar send you to retrieve me? Are you an operative after Archangel Industries? Are you freelance merely after whatever data I contain?" None of this situation made sense to Doll, and a lack of logic and reasonable sense made things harder to understand. Which in the end made it difficult to know what was happening, and not knowing was something Doll did not enjoy. Doll did wonder if her response was a sign of sentient's paranoia or if it was just her natural lack of empathy as a droid. A normal person would be less skeptical of their fellow organics actions in saving them from death perhaps.
 
Abbigail did not recieve any answer to her questions, either for the droid's name or for wether the droid was in trouble or not; though the answer to that second one was fairly obvious. Yes. The droid who was just fired upon and had an aura of danger -- still did, really -- was, in fact, in some sort of trouble. Still, she wondered what the girl's name was.. Of course, she had no time to complain that she hadn't been answered, the droid was clearly the one asking the questions now. After all, she was the one with the gun.

Abbi had failed to react to the droid's initial offensive, so she was stuck, pinned to the wall by one hand with another hand holding a gun to her. The pinning made her blush a bit, both out of fear and shyness (the last time she was pinned to a wall someone tried to kiss her, not that she expected that from the droid; it was clear that that wasn't her goal), and she let out a bit of a 'squeek'. Frantic, Abbigail started struggling to get free, shaking her head and repeatedly saying 'no'. This was the fear bit; her years as a slave made this position very familliar, and exponentially more uncomfortable, for various reasons.

"Cut it out, ya dumb droid! Stop trying to hurt me!" She said, panicing now. Her indecisiveness was causing her to clam up, and want nothing more than to just run away; which of course meant that she was going to belt out answers to whatever questions she could. "What do you mean 'agenda'?! I just wanted to help, okay! I know you're a droid because you're see-through, not like normal people! And... What's Loronar? I'm not Archangel, either! I don't know what you're saying! I only want to go find some treasure! I was on my way to the older parts of the city when I bumped into you!" Still squirming and panting heavily, a bright red blush -- now from fear, shyness, AND frustration -- Abbigail eventually just gave up the struggle with a pout and a huff.
 
@Abbigail Knight

The young woman's struggling meant nothing to the droid's naturally superior strength. Doll's grip did not loosen or weaken its hold on Abbigail's shoulder as the organic female tried to break free as she yelled "No" over and over as if the human replica droid had already begun pulling the trigger or employing torture methods. In a way Doll was enjoying watching the frantic organic panicking before her. Inferior creature. Weak, easily overpowered. Organics are certainly pathetic. It's almost intriguing how they squirm.

When that phase ended, and the human attempted to rattle off responses to her questions, Doll payed close attention as she focused in on whether anything the girl was saying was of value. However between Abbigail's frantic answers, apparent confusion, and continued denial and attempts at struggling, Doll was unsure if the young woman was being honest or putting on an incredible ruse. Sensors not advanced enough to determine guilt visually alone. Course of action most encouraged: Kill the organic to be safe, no concern of ours.

All the same though, Doll did contemplate letting the female go if only as a return to what organics called karma in case such a thing existed. If it did killing the young lady in front of her after the girl had saved her own existence would likely result in only "bad" karma for the HRD. The decision was made for Doll as blaster bolts began to whiz by her head and she pulled Abbigail behind her and began shoving the girl toward an alleyway to the side as she returned fire and retreated herself. As she did, Doll zeroed in on her attacker and scanned their appearance. A Zabrak male toting a pair of custom model heavy blaster pistols by the looks of it, with a long barreled blaster rifle on his back.

Noting the appearance as one of the mercenaries Loronar had used on several occasions for . . .lucrative corporate assassinations, Doll turned and ran around the corner she had pushed Abbigail around. Though the droid wondered why she just hadn't shot the girl as well. Still likely an accomplice to the mercenary. Perhaps she may shed some light though still.
 
Abbigail yelped as she heard blaster fire, but to her surprise it wasn't from the droid's weapons. Instead, it was a zabrak space cowboy toting pistols, likely the one who had just fired upon them not too long ago. Abbi couldn't help but be surprised at how quick the man had managed to get down to their level and run to their position. But admiration for the man's devotion, talent, and athleticism would have to wait for later, as for the moment escaping alive was the main concern.

She felt herself being pushed towards an ally, and without any question she simply bolted around the corner, pausing only once she made it into cover behind a nearby dumpster. Her mind was racing, and she knew she wouldn't be helpful at all in this state, so she took a long, deep breathe and forced herself to calm down. She had to think straight; what was the best way out? She looked around the allyway and noticed a wall on the otherside, one that looked like it was flush against the buildings, but she knew better. If they acted quickly enough, Abbigail and the droid could make it to, and through, a small 1-foot-wide space between the wall and the building on the left. But she'd need to get the droid to trust that this was the best action. Which would be questionable, because if she had the wrong ally she'd be trapping them, but she knew for sure that she wasn't wrong. It was like a gut feeling, likely due to her connection with the force.

She was finally thinking straight, and instead of questioning herself further she stood and shouted to the droid that was now rounding the corner, "Hey, metal pants! Let's go, we can escape up that fire escape on the right!" As she spoke, however, she put a finger to her mouth, signaling for the droid to just keep quiet. Then she started making hand motions and gestures at the wall at the end of the alley, signalling for the two girls to go that way instead of what she had just said, and then gave a frantic circular gesture that clearly meant 'hurry the hell up!'. She had a very, very bad feeling about the Zabrak male, something about him looked familliar to her, as well, and he had an overwhelmingly dark aura about him.

Without waiting for the droid to give a response, Abbigail ran to the other side of the ally on her own, pressing against the wall and leading Doll by example, slowly sliding behind the building on the left and disappearing from sight completely. She hoped that the droid would follow her lead and not get all paranoid on her again; plus, if this proved to be helpful Abbigail might be able to keep the droid alive AND remove whatever doubt that she had about her morality/motives. She doubted it would be that easy though, so she started preparing herself for more assault, mentally. She wouldn't be able to defeat the droid, so she had to convince it. She knew the best course of action to do that, too. Hopefully the droid had something in it's database about Miraluka, though it likely wouldn't be much as they were a fairly unknown race.
 
The human replica droid took the moment to note where the organic she had shoved into the alleyway was hidden once she turned the corner herself. After all, for now the girl was her only source of information. Not to mention the fact the young woman could still turn out to be an enemy so Doll knew she couldn't let the female out of her sight for too long lest she try to pull something on her. However, once the status of the girl was confirmed, Doll turned back fire her holdout blaster around the corner to deter or slow the zabrak's swift pursuit.

At the same time she drew her second pistol its hidden holster under her dress and added its fire to her other weapon's own until the pack for the first blaster ran out of charge. Ideally the best scenario would be for the mercenary to attempt to turn around the corner where she could engage him in close hand to hand combat where she would most certainly hold the advantage. The worst situation would be if the zabrak were carrying any form of grenade on his person that he could throw or roll into the alleyway.

Keeping away from the edge of the alley as a flurry of blasterfire chipped away at it from return fire, Doll noted from the effects on the structure that the enemy was not getting closer as quickly as he should have, and that the angle of his shots had changed. Attempting to gain a better angle from which to fire into the alley. . . .or perform a more optimal toss of an object into it. Face impassive still, the droid was considering rushing out of the alley to risk the blasterfire to fight back when the voice of the organic behind her called out for her attention.

She watched as the young woman signed to her and headed to the back of the alley where she disappeared through some crack in the wall. Between the options of rushing blasterfire, risking a grenade, or having the chance to subdue her assailant, and the lack of time to actually choose, Doll found herself highly displeased as she followed after the organic woman through the gap. None too soon either as the sound of an explosive went off as she was halfway through the hole.

Once out though she wasted no time quickly stepping to the young woman and grabbing her arm to turn her around and pull her close as she jabbed a pistol into the girl's side. "Your motives are still in question, do no think I am releasing you now. You are clearly not blind and are involved in this matter somehow." This organic may be more troublesome than the mercenary. Unknown reasoning for involvement, perhaps a competing hunter for a bounty by Loronar.
 
@[member="Doll Crux"]

Once on the other side of the little gap, Abbigail had just finished preparing herself for another inquisition when she felt her arm being grabbed and a pistol jammed into her side, which was more painful than she had expected, due to the heat building up in the muzzle from repeated firing. It was only enough to give her a minor burn, though, since it had been given time to cool off, but it reminded her that it was a deadly weapon pushed against her. Still, she had prepared for this event, so she managed to remain calm and simply smile at the droid this time, which was likely to be the most unsettling thing yet considering her original behavior.

"I'm sorry!~ You didn't give me time to think last time we spoke, and when I'm pressured like that I can't think very well... That's also why I needed to hide from you while I thought of how to get out of that situation, back there. If you don't mind, though, I'd like to escape into that sewer there, with you, before we keep talking about this... I'll tell you everything when we're down there, somewhere safe from the bounty hunter." Abbigail spoke with a sweet, smooth voice, her face turned up towards Doll's. The only thing that gave away the fact that she was still quite nervous, and just forcing herself to remain calm (with great difficulty, mind you), was the fact that her heart was racing like mad, which the droid would likely be able to tell at least by the pulse in her arm. That, and she was starting to shake all over, goosebumps raising up on her skin.

As Abbigail made mention of the sewer nearby that she wanted to escape into -- and was her main reason for taking this particular route of escape -- she pointed over at a manhole cover, to show what she was talking about. Then, she put a hand gently on the droid's arm, trying her best to appear as non-hostile as physically possible (which, strangely enough, wound up making it seem like an affectionate gesture), and started lightly pulling her towards the hole in the ground. "I know a place where we'll be safe from him, he won't be able to track us through the sewer. Our scent, heat signatures, and footprints will all be masked, and he won't be able to track us electronically once we get where we're going.. Trust me, just for a moment longer?"
 
@Abbigail Knight

The sudden change in her captive's demeanor was not lost on the droid. Doll only saw the new found pleasant expression to be only more suspicious when taking the young woman's prior reactions from before. How convenient as well that the girl find this new courage when they were by an entrance to the sewer and that was exactly where the organic wanted her to go into. The human replica droid especially found it laughable, though she didn't laugh at all, when the other female put a hand on her arm and tried to sway her to the manhole.

Doll's response to these attempts were only to tighten her grip on the organic's arm she was holding. "We are no longer playing your games. You still have no answered my questions. You are clearly not blind and you appear to be perfectly leading me to safety. Basic reasoning is that you are an enemy trying to get close through trust to lead me into a trap. It is too convenient you knew when the sniper was firing or that you know exactly how to escape him. Likely conclusions are you are either in league with the mercenary in an elaborate plan or a competing operative making use of his attempts to your own benefit."

Removing the blaster from the organic female's side, Doll placed it back in its holster to avoid drawing attention as it was her objective to reach a more populated area once again where she might be able to prepare a trap of her own for the Zabrak. "You will answer my questions. Any attempt to flee or draw attention to us and I will break your arm and proceed to interrogate you on the spot and it will be less than pleasant." Drawing the organic closer to herself to not give anyone looking a reason to believe the young woman was a prisoner of need of the authorities aid. The droid didn't need more trouble on to of a suspicious view of two females walking down the street.
 
@[member="Doll Crux"]

Abbigail wanted to curse under her breathe for being less than convincing. She should have known that changing her attitude so quickly would have only drawn more suspicion from the droid. It appeared that she would have to give her what she wanted now, or have to reveal her true identity in a more public area. "Fine! You want to know why I'm being so weird? I'll tell you, just don't hurt me anymore... And I want to tell you here, not in public." Abbigail hoped that this would be acceptable, though there was always the chance that the droid turned out to be abnormally paranoid and would think that wanting to stay still was yet another trap.

Regardless, Abbigail stopped dead in her tracks and immediately started speaking, her normal smile having faded now into a rather annoyed pout. "The reason I could see you, and see the blaster fire coming is.." She stopped to think for just a moment, before slowly opening her eyes to reveal two empty, black holes where eyeballs normally should have been. She felt doing so would help her be more convincing. "It's because I'm a Miraluka. Do you see why I didn't want to tell you now? It's because we're used as slaves... And often hated for being.. Hard to understand. I don't have normal eyes, you see." Abbigail bit her lip nervously, now, a pathetic look coming across her face as if to seek some form of sympathy from the droid, which she suspected would be too human of an emotion to see from the droid.

​"We see through the force, the all-permeating energy of the universe.. It's how I knew you were a droid, I can see through you because you're not organic... I also can see all of my surroundings, which is why I saw the bolt coming. I'm no operative, I can barely fight a rat! And I'm not a good liar, either, as you saw... I didn't see you coming when we bumped into eachother because I was... I was daydreaming about all the treasure I might find in the old city today..." Abbigail turned her head towards the ground, nervously shuffling her feet. "It's more than that, though.. I mean, the reason I knew the blast was coming was because... You had an aura of danger around you... You still do, too, which means the bounty hunter is coming, now please follow me! My escape plan is so convenient because I've lived here ever since escaping from slavery at the hands of the Gammorians, and I already had this particular route in mind in case they ever found me.. Along with several others." Abbigail was starting to tear up now, as she recalled her years as a slave, and then as a street urchin, but she wiped them away quickly and looked back up to Doll's face. "Please, that's everything.."
 
@Abbigail Knight

The only reason Doll did not break the young woman's neck the moment she came to a halt was because she began babble again and the droid once again decided to dedicate her time to determining if the organic female had anything worth saying. However, depending on long the girl took to say things and if there was any useful information within her speech at all, the human replica droid would not be forgiving should her time be wasted.

Which in a way it both was and wasn't. Doll took in the sight of the girl's empty eye sockets with interest as she searched her database quickly for relevant information on the Miraluka, which was glossary at best. They weren't exactly enough of a deviant race from humans or the standard clientele to keep extensive records on beyond historical files. Still, it was enough to confirm the organic in front of her was indeed a Miraluka and thus both blind and not blind at the same time.

None of this information though had anything to do with convincing Doll about the other's innocence. "Whether you are human, Miraluka, or other human stock means little to me. Withholding such information was pointless and mentioning such reasons now only appear to be to throw off guilt in a last ditch effort to lead me into the sewers you so desperately wish to take me into. I will not surrender my existence or freedom to another." Blinking, Doll was confused by her sudden switch in forcefulness in her last statement. Not that it surprised her, continuing her current existence was her number one priority. It merely was strange the organic solicited such a strong reaction considering how pathetic the girl in front of her was.

I do not believe her goodwill or trust her judgement. . . . .conclusion? Her past of slavery is eerily similar to being a normal droid blindly obeying organics at Loronar. Of course Loronar had definitely been kinder to her than Gammorreans probably were to that girl, but to Doll a slave was a slave. She looked back at her time, not with full malice, but distaste that she was such a simple machine back then.

The organic's nervous behavior, confession, and tears did not persuade Doll to follow her into the sewer. However, even despite the lack of actually pertinent information it was enough to convince her not to kill the young woman on the spot. So instead she merely pulled the female close to her before picking her up and slinging her over her shoulder as she began to run down the street at a pace the one she was carrying likely would have been unable to match.

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Nor the mercenary who had finally reached the roof and tried to pin a bead on them before they disappeared around the corner, only to curse as he got a shot lined up too late. It appeared he was going to need some assistance keeping up with a machine, maybe a few friends could help to box her in to keep her from running off again. Until such help arrived though he would have to keep tracking the pair. He wondered who the girl the droid was carrying around was though. . . .

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Not that Doll was running far. "Until this matter is solved you are not free to leave. I do not wish to evade the mercenary anyway. I wish to question him as well. You will play along until I do if you wish to live and convince me your innocence is enough to release you." She finished the last sentence quickly as she came to a halt in an alley where people could be seen strolling around up ahead. This was the general direction the droid had come from and her databanks had memorized her path. If she was close to where she had entered this section of the city a small cafe was open nearby.

Setting Abbigail on the ground, Doll moved her hand to quickly intertwine her fingers with the organic's own. "I can still remove your arm if you attempt to desist. You will follow me to the cafe nearby." Smiling and giggling now as she began to immerse herself in her normal demeanor for interacting with organics as just another girl by all appearances, Doll began to head toward the street and crowds ahead, and hopefully the cafe where she would lay a trap. "Behave and act like we're good friends or however else would blend in. If you behave I'll even share the details of what is to transpire so you're less likely to die."
 
@[member="Doll Crux"]

Abbigail was so stressed out at this point that she happened to black out when the droid lifted her over it's shoulder. It was an unfortunate trait of hers; if she got too panicked one way or another, she would have to either fight or run, and with the absence of ability to do either of those things she fainted. She couldn't figure out why the droid didn't understand, couldn't seem to understand why she would withhold such sensitive information, especially when confronted with someone like her, and a bounty hunter. It made no sense to her that the droid found her answers pointless, which only managed to stress her out more and more. She had done her very best to provide rational, and truthful, even logical explanations for everything the droid had a problem with; in the end, though, she didn't realize how illogical a droid would find something like 'the force' to be, and that the droid would have little information on her people at best. So in the end, all she managed to really answer was the question of how she could see, which didn't matter to the droid, or didn't seem to anyway.

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While Abbigail lay unconscious on the droid's shoulder for a few, brief moments of running, the mercenary known as 'Jouren' called in a few of his friends using a small hologram communicator, which he threw on the ground in front of him. The holographic figure that appeared before him would be ominous in appearance, just as he had been, yet somehow more so. It appeared to be a normal human man with a bulbous nose, long flowing robes, and an odd black sword at his hip. "What do you want, Jouren? I told you not to contact me until the job is done, and I know for a fact it is not." The Zabrak huffed in annoyance before speaking up, "Not my fault boss. Someone got involved.. Unforeseen. Need help cornering the target, proves too illusive with it's new toy.." After the Zabrak spoke, there was a noticeable, and unsettling, silence hanging in the air. Then, as the Zabrak's 'boss' spoke up, in an angry, gruff voice, Jouren recoiled with a look of shock and terror on his face.

"I'll come personally."

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When Abbigail was finally set on her feet again, she stumbled for a moment, just now waking up. She almost fell, but managed to catch herself just as Doll locked hands with her. She was now very confused, as she didn't remember where she was, what was happening, or who this person she was holding hands with was. In a moment, it came flooding back to her, and she lost her composure, yanking roughly away from the droid at first. When the droid's strength proved, again, to be too great for her, she gulped and listened carefully to it's instructions. She remembered her own psychological programming, from her time under the Gammorreans, and quickly nodded, speaking softly, "Yes Ma'am, I-I'll be good.." Abbigail cursed the fact that she had never learned greater control of the force... She'd have to do so soon, or something like this might happen again.

Almost immediately, Abbigail perked up and got a little bit of a bounce in her step, her mental conditioning as a slave giving her the ability to change moods in such away on command, since she would have to avoid sounding whiny or complainant. She squeezed the droid's hand a bit and turned her face towards the girl, leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the jaw-line. "Thank you so much!~ I've been wanting to go here forever!~" And just like that, the two females just seemed like another part of the crowd. Abbigail's action simultaneously made some people in the crowd think they were sisters or best friends, and others believe they were 'partners', in one way or another. Either way was fine with Abbigail, since neither one would be watched too closely, at all. Abbi was now hugging the droid's arm and acting extremely affectionate towards it, giggling like a school girl with her eyes closed, behaving like she was using the droid as a 'seeing eye' of sorts. Secretly, though, she was keeping an eye on the surroundings, so she could inform the droid if anything went amiss. "I will ask you, though, to not put me under too much pressure when questioning me, or doing anything else for that matter. It's hard enough to maintain my composure, and if I lose it I will be of no help at all." This last sentence was spoken in a soft tone, under Abbigail's breathe, and right into the android's apparent ear.
 
The young female's attempts to pull away from her at first were irritating considering the futility of them and the fact they had been over said futility over and over before. At the very least the organic's resistance did not last long. That much the human replica droid was thankful for. It would have been troublesome to dispose of the Miraluka in a public setting. In fact Doll was pleased at change in the girl's performance when Abbigail began to take on a livelier pace. Although the kiss suddenly placed on her face seemed odd to Doll. As a droid Doll was not prone to all of the interpretations of some actions. While in her tenure at Loronar, the use of a kiss had been a tool of seduction for the. . .more weak willed representatives of major clients. More friendly and casual uses were new to her, though considering the vast difference in their appearances it was unlikely she would have put together a sister relationship just by looking at themselves, and as such she believed the organic to be altering the level of their display for whatever reason. Not that it matter or bothered the machine. She would keep conspicuous and play her part.

As for the whisper, tt was in Doll's ear, or at least where her audioreceptors took in sound. So pretty much the same regardless. The human replica droid grinned down at her captive ally resting against her. So weak. I do not need your help. Only that you do not give us away or my level of suspicion and awareness. Foolish organic. "Well I know you'd be happy if I brought you so I did." Stopping in front of the cafe, Doll moved her arms around to hold Abbigail in a more intimate manner before kissing the organic female deeply. Both to keep cover, and as well to reduce any attention to them. Organics find public displays awkward, such a strange psychological phenomenon.

After a moment she pulled back and giggled as she moved her arms around to grab the door and Abbigail's hand. "Now then let's go inside already. I can't wait to share some pastries and tea with you."
 
Abbigail was just starting to relax, thinking everything was going to be okay, when out of nowhere she felt Doll's arms wrap around her surprisingly sensually. She wondered what could possibly going on in the brief moment it took for the HRD unit to suddenly plant a passionate kiss right on her lips. She didn't want to break cover, so after a moment of a shocked look on her face, Abbigail started kissing the droid back. She noticed people were looking away from the display, giving the two some space, which was probably the droid's plan, but...

Abbigail was easily convinced by even the simplest lies, so it wasn't a stretch to think that the kiss, with how convincing it was, would even convince her that there were some feelings between the droid and her, which made absolutely no sense to her. Her brain started to hurt as her thoughts raced in contemplation of what could be happening. The droid was just man-handling her rather roughly, and threatening to kill her... And the way it spoke was so cold. But for some reason Abbigail actually felt some actual emotion in the kiss, which was obviously just in her head considering how coldly logical the droid was actually being about the situation. Abbi almost fainted again, this time if only from sheer shock and confusion, but she managed to stay standing, forcing the little stumble she gave after the kiss to look like she was just endearingly clumsy.

When the droid let go of her and went to grab the door, Abbigail took the opportunity to grab Doll by the shirt and fake an intense, passionate moment where she stood in front of the droid and leaned in close, biting her ear a bit and, with a smile on her face, whispered into the droid's ear, "W-what the heck was that all about, you d-dumb d-droid!?~" The tone of Abbigail's voice obviously displayed the fact that she was quite flustered and didn't quite know what was going on. It likely seemed to be a rather ridiculous question to ask, but she seemed genuinely shocked at the little display Doll had just given.
 
@Abbigail Knight

Jouren was none to happy waiting for the figure he had contacted to arrive. At least he didn't have to worry about his two fugitives getting away though. The recon probe he had deployed after he lost them in the alley had been keeping tabs on them since then, and relayed a feed to his personal datapad. As such the zabrak found himself very confused as he watched the interactions taking place outside the cafe.

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Not that would have Doll cared what the organic thought, had she known the mercenary was watching. Just as she didn't care about the opinion of any of the other beings who had witnessed the kiss she shared with the Miraluka woman. All that mattered to the droid was convincing them they were either a normal pair out and about or get them to ignore her for the time being.

Although Abbigail's reaction was bothersome. Doll looked down at the girl clinging to the front of her dress, pleasant expression still on her face only because of the public setting, as the organic female reached up and bit her ear. At which the human replica droid giggled for appearance's sake, though in reality she was deeply annoyed at the young woman's continued insistence to delay her and complicate matters more than they needed to be. I may very well have been wrong to suspect her. This organic is too foolish and incompetent to be a threat.

The droid did wonder why the girl seemed surprised though. "Did you not like it? Should I try again?" Giving a short giggle, Doll kissed Abbigail on her forehead before pulling the Miraluka closer so she could open the door. "Later ok? I promise I'll do better when there's not so many eyes making me nervous." Then she lead the young woman into the cafe and to a table closer to the counter away from the doors and windows. "Although right here maybe I can try again since fewer people can see." Meaning from the angle they were sitting at no one on opposing rooftops or decent window elevation could shoot them with a clear line of a killshot.
 
@[member="Doll Crux"]

Doll was now asking if Abbigail liked it or not, which left her stunned. The way Doll was talking now was making Abbigail actually start to like her, which was very upsetting for the young Miraluka woman. She didn't want to like Doll, not at this point, and she knew that she shouldn't. The only reason she wasn't entirely falling for the little ruse that Doll was putting up in order to fool the crowd was the fact that she still couldn't pull away from the HRD.

As Doll led Abbigail into the cafe, she started chewing nervously on her lip. "No, babe, it was amazing..." Abbigail said, leaning her head gently on Doll's shoulder. "But if you want to try again, I'm fine with that!~" Abbi followed the statement up with a convincing giggle, her cheeks flushed with color now as she flirted with her captor. If this is what she got for trying to help out, Abbi thought, then she might as well just go and be evil. But she didn't really think that.. In the end, she was too nice of a person to ever go completely dark. Or so she thought, for now. That might change, with enough pain... It all depended on who, in her organization, wound up influencing her future.

"So what do you wanna get, sweety?~" Abbigail reached out and put her fingers gently on Doll's lips, caressing them softly and leaning in, about to kiss the droid before teasingly pulling away and turning her head. She was giggling warmly as she did this, clearly having herself a good time with the cover, now that she knew what it was; though she was still slowly being convinced that Doll actually liked her, which would prove to be an adorably tragic truth once she found out that Doll was just a good actor. Abbi pulled out a seat for Doll now, waiting for her to take it as she said, "Hurry up and sit, I wanna sit in your lap!~"

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Jouren gave a start as he heard his master behind him, "Hello, failure. Tell me, where is your mess, so that I may clean it up? Speak quickly, lest I lose my patience.." Jouren turned and looked his master in the eyes for a moment, before kneeling and bowing his head. "Sir! The android and her pet. They are at the Cafe. Here." Jouren gestured towards a spot on a map that he had unfurled whilst speaking to the man, who simply nodded. "I see. Go home, Jouren. You will not be needed. When I return, you will be disciplined. I suggest you prepare."

Jouren, knowing what 'discipline' meant, felt a lump form in his throat. He didn't like the idea of just going home and waiting, either. In a lapse of judgement, the Zabrak stood and drew his blaster on the man. The mysterious figure noticed almost immediately, turning and slapping the Zabrak's hand away. The motion caused the man's hood to flip back, uncovering his face, which now had two long, tentacle-like protrusions forming out of the man's cheeks, indicating that the man was of the Anzati. The Anzat man stepped in, slamming the hilt of his sword into the Zabrak's gut, pulling back and slamming it, again, into the Zabrak's jaw this time. This sent Jouren reeling backwards, and with a swift motion the mysterious Anzat slashed the hand that was holding the blaster clean off while simultaneously dashing past Jouren. It was an impressive display; unfortunately no one was around to see it. "Go home Jouren. Your punishment will not be severe... I sense that the woman the HRD is with is highly force sensitive. It isn't your fault, child." Perhaps the most ominous part about the Anzat's statement, was how calmly and matter-of-factly he had said it, without a trace of anger in his voice even despite his directly prior action of cutting off Jouren's hand. The Zabrak nodded, biting his tongue in anger and pain to stifle a scream that was welling up within him. With that, the two parted ways, the Anzat towards the cafe and the Zabrak lurking off into the shadows with a bleeding stump and a wounded pride.
 
@Abbigail Knight

Organics are nonsensical. The human replica droid wondered if she had stumbled on an especially strange individual or perhaps maybe she had overestimated the rationale and stability of organic beings up until now. Perhaps my judgement was clouded by my blind obedience to the Loronar organics before I achieved my freedom. Even the droid wasn't sure how much of Abbigail's behavior was an act and how much of it might actually just be the organic. Doll honestly found herself blinking in surprise while following her interaction protocols when Abbigail's fingers touched her lips. Maybe the organic truly did want the role, perhaps early behavior indicated that and she merely hadn't noticed.

Nonetheless, Doll wasn't about to be the one to falter for more than a moment in their display. Especially if the mercenary was catching up soon. She wanted him put off to attempt a close up and quiet kill where she could turn the tables on him, literally even. So when the organic female asked to sit on her lap, Doll smiled brightly before sitting down and carrying Abbigail with her to set her down as requested on her lap as her arms wrapped around her.

"My aren't you excitable today. Comfortable? I'll have whatever you want, I'll eat anything really." Leaning her head closer to the young woman's ear, Doll opted to finally whisper what part the organic had to play. "You've behaved well. So here's what I needed from you. Just to do this, to put the mercenary off his guard. Perhaps if you keep behaving I will kiss you again."
 
@[member="Doll Crux"]

Abbigail nuzzled warmly into the droid's lap, pushing her rump warmly into the surprisingly realisting legs beneath her. She didn't expect it to feel so.. So real, when she did it, but it definitely was starting to feel less and less forced to the 'organic'. Perhaps she was just foolish, in fact she was very foolish indeed, so that was likely the cause. Or, at the very least, that's what she thought. Up until the droid whispered into her ear, that was. The last thing the droid said rocked Abbigail to her foundation... Maybe this wasn't just fake? Maybe the droid really did have some sort of feelings for her... The more Abbi thought about it, the more likely it seemed to her innocent, naive little mind. She thought, legitimately, that she may have caused some sort of emotional reaction in the AI, no matter how unlikely that really was. But then again, it wouldn't have been the first time this night, recalling the droid's raising her voice not too long ago.

"O-okay, I'll do whatever you say..." Abbigail began, biting her lip lightly and rubbing her cheek against Doll's, kissing her on the cheek affectionately. "B-by the way.. Do.. Do you r-really mean that? Th-that you might... You know.." Abbigail was cut off, thankfully, by a waiter appearing suddenly in front of her. He was wearing some ratty outfit, which had been rather poorly spruced up in order to look fancier, with a nametag that said "Je-Strata" on his upper right shoulder; an odd placement at best.

"Hey. So, what'chu want, then?" Je-Strata asked, in a heavy 'city-boy' accent. Abbigail perked up and sat forward in her "lover's" lap, smiling warmly at the boy. "Oh!~ Yes, I'd like... Umm... Some hot tea, for me and... Uh.. Babe, here!~ Oh, and some apple dumplings, please!~" Je-Strata looked blankly at the two females for a moment, before nodding with a slack-jawed expression and turning away, still holding his pad and pen in the air like he was going to write something down, though he never did. Clearly not a very bright specimen, even for the neanderthals of the undercity. Now that Strata was gone, Abbigail took a soft, but deep, breathe and leaned back into Doll, nuzzling close to her and muttering, "Comfortable~" Following this up immediately by snapping her eyes open and blushing brightly. "Oh, um... Right! So.. You need to tell me your name, or something I can call you... Er... other than sweety, that is... Not that I mind calling you that, it's just.. You know.. For cover's sake.. Plus I'd like to know your name... Cuz.. Whatever.." Abbigail said, sounding a bit flustered as she spoke to the HRD. She wanted to slap herself as hard as she could for beginning to fall for this droid, who had been very rude and cruel to her up to this point. She tried to force herself to stop feeling anything for the droid, and it only worked partially. She'd constructed a flimsy barrier for her emotions, though it would be easily shattered by any sort of affectionate display.

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Meanwhile, Stalak Jund, the Anzat head mercenary from earlier, was walking calmly down the streets of the undercity, instructing anyone who got too close to him to kindly buzz off, emphasizing his statements by gripping the hilt of his blade. The action was shockingly effective, and consistently so, at that. Noone wanted to mess with the humanoid, hooded figure with the blackened sword. He wasn't worried, or hurried, at all. He'd locked onto Abbigail's force signature by now, which for him was a huge billboard pointing out where the girl was, which was where the droid was too, according to the surveillance devices Stalak had taken control of from the Zabrak, Jouren. It should only be about 10 minutes now, until he arrived at the Cafe.. And then, payday.
 

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