Just another Hunt.

[Zhorin Cenvax]

Antecedent ​

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Tough times were underway in the Galaxy and Zhorin was finding it hard to make ends meet with his Bounty Hunting career. War had broken across the Galaxy, with mercenaries and hunters forced to pick sides. Zhorin was not doing that instead of going the usual line of work and that was through the local bounty contracts. He had found one in the world that he was on and that was for [member="Dakita Calfur"] a local Spice addict and owner of one of the only known clubs of Ground Zero... Apparently, she couldn't pay on time for her spice supply and so a Bounty was placed for 50,000 credits on her head. Which at this point Zhorin desperately needed for his Corellian Freightor and to keep himself on the job. ​

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After making sure everything was ready from his lightsaber to his blasters. He took a speeder outside and proceeded to follow the coordinates of her club known as Club Frenzee which he thought was a stupid name, but as long as he got his target it didn't matter. After his speeder landed he went in carefully bribing the bouncer as he searches the floors of the Club, the dancing, the drugs, the people... It was all overwhelming and still, he pressed on until asking where the Club Owner would be, and one of the bouncers said in the back to which he followed in that direction pulling his blaster up, he opened the door leaving what happened next up in the air.​

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[Armand Temi]

Even though Frenzee had a VIP area in one of the neon-lit levels above club owner and Zeltron, Dakita Calfur, normally conducted her business in the back room on the first floor of the nightclub. She presently waved out her supplier, a Mirialan named Ty Angavel.

“He was also a Red Raven,” said Dak, picking up Wilhelm from the maw of her black leather handbag. The ropo licked her face, and she laughed, her mood going from bleak to jovial now that she had the delivery in her slender pink hands. “He’s our new guy,” she reassured the ropo who just blinked at her with his large beady black eyes. “Doesn’t know a fethin’ thing about the debt, does he?"

The great thing about Antecedent, she mused as she eagerly spread out the spice and paraphernalia before her, was that it was so far out in Wild Space, no one really knew she was an ex-criminal. Half of the planet had been involved in something illegal at one time until the mass exodus of Ravens began - or all of them were rounded up by rivals like the Hutt Cartel - and the debt she’d accrued had seemed to be forgotten much like the small slice of star-covered space that she called home.

The bad thing about Antecedent was that Dak had no idea the debt had turned into a bounty, and she was about to have some unexpected company.

When the door suddenly burst open, startling Wilhelm so much that he peed on the floor and scampered under a desk, the buxom Zeltron was in mid snort from some fine fine polstine spice. Her angry lilac irises lifted to the man before her, but she did not stop, nope, not for a moment. In fact, once she was done, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand and held out the straw for whoever it was that barged in.

“We have no appointment, but that doesn’t mean you can’t squeeze one in.”

Her tone was one of annoyance, mixed with a little bit of flirtatious curiosity.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

As soon as he barged in with his blaster pistols raised he saw several beings and most of all his target. He did not care as he looked to the woman noticing that she snorted her product which made him sick as he saw it. Such a waste no wonder he was brought in to take care of her. He raised his blaster pistols pointing them at everyone. "Alright everyone out. Except you there is a bounty on your head and I have come to collect.... Come with me easily or I am afraid I'll have to knock you out and take you by force."

He said as he pointed his pistols. The other people ran as quickly as they could leave the Bounty Hunter, and his prey. The Zeltron was not as skinny as her hologram portrayed her to be, age had caught up with her, giving her a full figure and at first Zhorin was tempted by her beauty but resisted knowing that money was more important and he had to eat. He kept his pistols raised saying to her. "Alright come with me now!" He almost yelled trying to sound intimidating as possible to the high Zeltron

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

As Wilhelm still cowered under the table, Dakita’s head spun, first and foremost from the huge blast of euphoria that filled her brain courtesy of the polstine, but also was that a blaster? Two blasters?

“What’s the… hey! Get your hands off of me,” she protested not even sure if he was touching her at all. Like most Zeltrons she wore a mixture of bright and revealing clothing - tonight, a lime green, cheetah-print dress, short and tight. Zhorin’s first impression was correct. Even her racial aptitude for eating anything and not gaining weight could not withstand the copious amounts of spice she ingested on a daily basis. Her metabolism was karked beyond recognition and left her with a zaftig silhouette.

Now the Zeltros-accented voice took on a more melodious tone. “Look, I’m sure all of this can be easily explained.” And if she kept talking the pheromones she began to emit, washing over Zhorin, perhaps causing him to feel blissful and relaxed, would fill the room. “There is no bounty on my head. Not that I know of, so you must have the wrong girl.”

By the stars, he was tall! Or had she shrunk? Dak, your brain is absolutely broggled right now.

The slicer had a vibro blade strapped to her thigh, but did not dare call attention to herself reaching it. But if she could get the hunter to let down his guard, anything was possible, including finishing off that lovely little tray of spice that was about to get snorted up by someone else in the club.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

The bounty hunter scratched his head with the mere edge of the pistol. The woman was practically high as the stars and the woman must have looked better because her dress seemed tight although they had fit her curves nicely. Still the woman was now going on about hands being placed all over her which most certainly wasn't the case of course. Still, he started to feel something, his cheeks felt flushed and he felt hotter then normal but he wouldn't allow one of his first solo hunts to get the better of him as he spoke at first in a stutter due to the pheromones being released. Despite the sweet tone her voice carried. "No there is a bounty on you Ms. Calfur. In fact, you have 50, 000 credits on your head. Which I do so desperately need that money so Option 1. You come quietly in a pair of binders unless you can pay up, or Option 2. I set my blasters to stun and drag you all the way back to the authorities or even the ones who might pay higher and collect more."

The more he stood around her the more he felt hot, as he pulled the collar he had slightly in an attempt to cool himself. He then raised his blaster pistols again. Fixing her with a serious look as he looked her up and down not afraid of what a simple junkie could do as he repeated once again. Not caring who could barge in nor who was outside. "What is it gonna be Option 1 or 2?"

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

“Stun me with a blaster? Don’t you threaten me with a good time!” she exclaimed with the hyperbolic seduction that only a Zeltron could get away with. When Dak was younger, she was awkwardly unaware of the affect her looks and figure had on the male sex. The daughter of gypsy parents, the teenage alien was practically raised on the streets with little supervision. But age had taught her that, like Twi’leks, Zeltrons were sought after species in the galaxy as part-time lovers, fun-loving companions or even slaves.

And now the pheromones were beginning to work.

“Option 1.”

Dakita didn’t need a scene, not in front of all of her employees. Not that they totally respected the spice addict in the first place, but whatever dignity she had left, she’d like to hold onto within the tenuous grip of her pink fingers. Presently, the Zeltron appraised her captor and well, at first she just wanted to get the feth out of there, the adrenaline and spice fueling that old instinct to cut and run. Take what you can get and scramble out of the window or something. Any cuts or bruises could be patched up with bacta. But he as began to pull at his collar, fidgeting and uncomfortable, his vulnerability struck her as a poignantly organic flaw, if not the cutest thing she’d ever seen - Dak was still high as a tibanna gas manufacturing tower in Cloud City after all.

“Come on Wilhelm,” she said, retrieving the white fluffy pet and dumping him back into her handbag. “Let’s go somewhere more private so we can negotiate.”

She still thought this was a discussion and not a forced trip on a strange bounty hunter’s ship. Then onto a crime lord who’d like to string her up by her neon-purple stiletto heels. But perhaps it was her Zeltron bravado or resourcefulness as a criminal that led her to believe she could still get out of this situation.

“After you,” she purred with a bedroom smile.

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[Zhorin Cenvax]

Zhorin slowly kept feeling his temperature rising, and sometimes wasn't able to think straight as he stood right in front of his quarry. He had wondered what was happening to him, was it the woman or was it the room itself. He did not know and couldn't say for certain as he was still focused on her, blaster pistols still raised in a threatening motion. He had to keep him like that and knowing how she was high as a kite he didn't trust her. Not for a second as some of the employee's left in the midst of the situation does not seems to care all that much about their boss's debt of course. When she had made a quip about his blaster pistols all he could do was scoff even if she said it in a seductive manner he still wasn't buying.

As he waited for her answer to his options, he wondered if she was worth all the money, of course, her price could have been raised a little higher. But Zhorin was desperate this still being one of his first days on the job, he had to admit he was all but disappointed by what he had gotten. But at least he could admit that 50, 000 credits were better than nothing of course.

When she did finally answer Zhorin could breathe a sigh of relief and suggested they speak privately away from the crowds so none of them could see. The Zeltron owner was a junkie and in debt. Suffering humiliation that she would regret and so he had a feeling things were looking pretty good and that he may get his money after all. He rolled his eyes at the tone of her voice and her smile in almost a seductive manner. He indeed walks out with her in toe as if he was her date for the night and after the coast was clear. He decided to let her show him, switching places to have her lead the way following behind where she led him to a place of her choosing.

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Surprisingly, the bounty hunter let her go first.

As they walked through the club, Dakita smiling and winking at her employees as though nothing was wrong, his blaster was still low on her back, not visible in the dark of the club, but the hard metal a reminder that she was technically his prisoner. Hips swaying to the music, the Zeltron ushered them into a lift and they whooshed up to the fourth floor. She watched him cautiously, chewing on her lip, yet her body appeared relaxed.

“What’s your name?” is all she asked him.

The lift opened to the the VIP area of Club Frenzee which was deserted except for a couple of Muun businessmen who were quickly ushered away. A large twelve person hot tub bubbled in the corner, glowing neon-pink and causing an inordinate amount of steam to fill the room.

The humidity coupled with Dakita’s pheromones would make Zhorin warmer than ever.

She sat the pair down in a cosy alcove. “A bottle of Corellian Whiskey,” she said to the server, another pretty zeltron of course. Her lilac eyes lifted to his brown ones. He was a ruggedly handsome specimen but didn’t really seem that smart.

“How about we avoid all of this bounty business, and I’ll just pay you the credits myself. In installments of course. With interest!” She sang this out exuberant as though it was the best deal in the entire galaxy, and as though the night would be back on track again where Dakita could drink and snort polstine to the content of her two livers. The only sign of nerves was how she retrieved Wilhelm from her handbag, set him on her curvaceous lap and stroked his Hoth-white fur idly.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

Zhorin followed her through the noisy club and everywhere he saw he could tell this was a place of scum, he could have sworn he saw drug deals being made or some shady business going down. But it's not like Zhorin hadn't done these himself when in fact he has very many times. But all he here was for his bounty and then to go home, but so far the woman had other plans and if she was willing to get herself out of it she could go for it. It wouldn't change his mind in any case.

He could feel himself growing hotter and hotter and then again thought it was the room's temperature and had to occasionally pull at the collar of his shirt desperately wanting to get out of them. Still, he had hoped he would feel better when he would get out of the room or maybe out of the club. She had asked him for his name, and feeling that there was no harm in replying knowing that he had the blasters. "My name is Zhorin Cenvax."

She led him through the crowd and was led to a lift. Where after a few minutes of not knowing where they were going, were quickly brought into the VIP Area a quiet little area with a hot tub big enough to fit 12 people. He sat down as she ordered a bottle of Corellian Whiskey perhaps his favorite. He still held a blaster pistol but decided to just put it on his seat to avoid attracting attention. As the waiter was brought back over setting the bottle on the table. Zhorin looked at the battle and poured himself a glass slowly and downing his first glass quickly. Keeping his icy eyes on his quarry he scoffed at her response. "You will have to try harder than that to make me get you off your bounty... And I don't trust a Spice snorting junkie."

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Dakita called Club Frenzee home but to the eyes, ears and nose of a non-spice user, the establishment was probably a dive. Now that Zhorin was beginning to break a visible sweat, the Zeltron took a pink cocktail napkin and dabbed at his forehead. The blaster was no longer in his hand, but beside him.

That was good, although she was in no mood to fight. As if the pink-skinned aliens were ever in the mood to fight?

She crossed her legs, displaying strong legs and ample thighs. Dakita placed the glass of whiskey to her lips and took a deep drink of it, stirring the ice with a skinny, short red straw.

“Try harder, eh?

Zhorin appeared relaxed, yet his eyes had not softened completely towards her, though she was not above trying a below the belt tactic. And if it didn’t work, she still had her vibroblade. Dakita did what any self respecting Zeltron would do when face to face with a tall, comely bounty hunter. She dropped herself gingerly onto his lap, perched there with knees together as though there were no other chairs in the entire room.

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[Zhorin Cenvax]

He could tell that she was nervous, she had a right to be of course he could shoot her if he wanted too, and he doubted that anyone would care. He took another sip of his drink nearly downing the glass as he watched her. His fingers lightly bouncing on the table in a slight rhythmic way as if he was bored himself. He was quite eager to see what the woman would say as he still had the blaster next to him. What did get to him, however, was the way she sipped her drink and all of a sudden he could feel the room grow hotter in intensity.

What he didn't expect next was for her to repeat his last words and walk over with a slight wobble. Sitting on his lap feeling her pert bottom on top of his, he felt slightly uncomfortable and felt his heat began to rise. He kept his eyes on his blaster but his mind was in a haze, the room felt like it was spinning and he could hardly think as he just sat there. Words not even coming out his mouth as he had felt that he was tongue-tied.


[member="Dakita Calfur"]