Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
A green shroud of green mist started to coalesce in a back alley of some city on a backwater planet. It spread through the damp concrete like a shroud of fog and soon a burning noise much like wood on a campfire began to sound off, and from that and the mist exploded three individuals. [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Kham Nakgul"], and of course the infamous Miss Blonde. She had practically folded space and time to bring them to safety and away from the battle, and to be honest it took it out of her. With a few pants and coughs, the woman bent over and took deep breaths as the other two would probably suffer from some form of nausea, disorientation, and other fun side effects of teleportation sickness.
There was a bit of an awkward silence at first, nothing but heavy exhausted breathing and the possible vomit. But that was soon broken by Blonde.
"&@$#" She said with a cough afterwards.
"#%?&!!!" She exclaimed even louder.
Letting out a pained cry of frustration the small crime lord would send a punch towards a wall, her powered phrik covered hand would smash into the brick face and she'd let out another choice swear word.
"That was seriously $&#@ed up!! We almost died!!" She yelled as her hands flailed up in the air in further frustration.
"I mean that was insane! It was pure luck! I had no control over that situation at all!" Blonde then would lean against the wall and pant a few more times.
"We need a vacation." She said with one last deep sigh.
This would be the first time Nate would ever see Blonde express any real emotion underneath her normal cold and detached state. They had spent some time together in the past, but in that time the most she had done was maybe crack a joke. For the most part it was all business all the time. But after the huge operational loss at the hands of the Imperial Remnant, Blonde wasn't in the best of moods. Because this meant a few things, it meant she needed to kill them now. It was simply the law of the jungle baby, in the criminal underworld when someone wronged you there were two ways of making that problem disappear. Silver or lead, and right now Blonde wasn't feeling all too charitable.
But at least the operation wasn't a complete failure. They got Kham out and she was pretty sure that the other one Jessica or something had escaped as well. Which was good. She'd visit her about repetitions for what had just gone down. But as for Kham, Blonde had her own plans for him.
There was a bit of an awkward silence at first, nothing but heavy exhausted breathing and the possible vomit. But that was soon broken by Blonde.
"&@$#" She said with a cough afterwards.
"#%?&!!!" She exclaimed even louder.
Letting out a pained cry of frustration the small crime lord would send a punch towards a wall, her powered phrik covered hand would smash into the brick face and she'd let out another choice swear word.
"That was seriously $&#@ed up!! We almost died!!" She yelled as her hands flailed up in the air in further frustration.
"I mean that was insane! It was pure luck! I had no control over that situation at all!" Blonde then would lean against the wall and pant a few more times.
"We need a vacation." She said with one last deep sigh.
This would be the first time Nate would ever see Blonde express any real emotion underneath her normal cold and detached state. They had spent some time together in the past, but in that time the most she had done was maybe crack a joke. For the most part it was all business all the time. But after the huge operational loss at the hands of the Imperial Remnant, Blonde wasn't in the best of moods. Because this meant a few things, it meant she needed to kill them now. It was simply the law of the jungle baby, in the criminal underworld when someone wronged you there were two ways of making that problem disappear. Silver or lead, and right now Blonde wasn't feeling all too charitable.
But at least the operation wasn't a complete failure. They got Kham out and she was pretty sure that the other one Jessica or something had escaped as well. Which was good. She'd visit her about repetitions for what had just gone down. But as for Kham, Blonde had her own plans for him.