Luck Be A Lady

[Kalous Anson]

Nestled inside of a spaceport on Ord Mantell; the one man crew of the "Idiot Box" prepared for the first of many new experiences that he would undertake as a newly minted bounty hunter and mercenary. In all honesty these titles were more of a disguise for a proper moniker of "hired goon" but this illusion suited the former star athlete just well enough. it was now, more than ever, that his future fighting amongst the stars would either be cemented in success or end in death and a lot less worry upon his mind.

It was a little passed 2200 hours, local time, when Kalous began to ready himself for what could be a long night ahead. Ord Mantell had a 26 hour rotation cycle but the real fun on a planet famed for its casinos and entertainment never began until the lights were bright against the black night's sky. The loud crashing, cheering, and screeching of tourists and gamblers could already be heard across the inner depths of this very spaceport. It was sure lucky that Kalous was so careful with his credits, or else he would probably end up selling his equipment to make up for the catastrophic losses that the majority of the visitors of this "wonderful place" were doomed to endure.

This wasn't the first time Kalous had ever donned his armor nor attached his weapons to his belt, however, this was the first time he did so with the intent of actually using any of it. The memories of his pre-game Grav-ball rituals began to flood through his mind as he secured, piece by piece, the armor of which he believed to be his guardian between life and death. Durasteel was a solid investment for a fledgling warrior but he knew that the sheer weight of it was bound to slow him down. The weight of his weapons, on top of all of his armor, was yet another adjustment he had to train his body to overcome.

It was as if he was an entirely new being when he donned this outfit meant for nothing but intimidation and destruction. Certainly he hoped it would not have to come to anything violent or at least it wished that he wouldn't be harmed when it did. Anyone who would choose to follow this path was certain to have a crazy streak inside of their minds that would allow them some sort of pleasure from dominating those who would oppose them. Tonight his opponent wasn't another Grav-ball team, it wasn't a street hood, it wasn't a lawyer, or a judge. Tonight's opponent was Rael Lorath--a man that was guilty of robbing one of the many casinos that littered Ord Mantell.

Kalous had been hired as a favor--more out of pity than respect--by an old fan of his Grav-ball exploits, Singh Eopim. Singh was a wealthy donor to local Grav-ball outreach programs that Kalous had participated in before he had become a professional athlete. He had followed Kalous' entire career and it was he who had furnished the funds to overturn the ruling that had sent Kalous to prison. Why Singh had taken such a liking to the young Nautolan; Kalous would never know nor would dare ask. It didn't matter how he had procured the job--only that he would see it through.

"One, two," Kalous said to himself as he twirled his pistols on his index fingers before holstering them at his hip--the left one spinning a tad too hard and letting loose a stray bolt just to the outside of his left foot. "Ooops!"

He jumped from one foot to the other as the newly acquired scorch mark set into his newly acquired freighter. All Kalous could do was shake his head in disgust with himself before donning his helmet and activating the visor's HUD for good measure. It would seem that everything was working properly, and he knew at least one of his blasters worked, so he was now ready to take the first step out of "idiot Box" and plant his foot in the bounty hunting game. It was time to go to the Blue Lady Casino to see just how well his own luck would fare...

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Sometimes Zandra was a gambler. And sometimes she was a pirate. Or a bounty hunter.
Tonight? Tonight she was all three. An odd collection of carer choices, but it worked for Zandra. She was a free woman... sorta. As free as she'd ever be again. She could go where she wanted. Do what she wanted. Tonight? Tonight she wanted credits. She had many options. She could use her bounty hunting skills to bring in this...Rael guy. She'd go to the casino, maybe win some credits while she was at it. Lady Luck loved her. Find this guy. Get paid.
And if all else failed? Well. She was a pirate. There was always plenty to steal from a casino. She had the crew waiting for her signal if things went south.

The Echani sat at one of the tables, dressed in a very small white dress with an open back and silver jewelry. Her blond hair was, for once, brushed and styled. Sleek, elegant. Completely different than what she usually was; messy, tangled, covered in ash, blood, dirt, oil, whatever. She lifted her drink to her lips to calm her nerves. This was the first time out without wearing Cal's jacket. She was always wearing that old leather coat. It... still smelled like him. Comforted her. But she didn't have it.
Hell, she didn't have a good half of her weapons. Just a knife strapped to her thigh and a tiny blaster pistol tucked in her boot. She wasn't nrvous about that though. She was Echani. If she didn't know how to fight without a weapon, she'd be dead. Nah. That wasn't it.
Honestly, she couldn't even say why she felt so nervous. It was weird. Just... a feeling. Like something was gunna happen. Something bad.

It was her turn. She picked up the dice, smirked, and tossed them.

Lady Luck would be good to her tonight. She always was.


[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

It wasn't too unusual for a fully armed and armored man to be seen walking along the casino strip on Ord Mantell, it was, however, full of unwanted attention for whomever was the one wandering around without a clue of where to go other than the name of a casino and a name of a bounty. Kalous was far too lost to ever admit--especially to the natives of Ord Mantell who were inexplicable exclusive when it came to knowing the innermost workings of their cities outside of the tourist areas. He knew that he could as around as to where this casino might be but that would run the risk of word getting around to whomever may feel threatened by a large Nautolan, fully clad in armor and weapons, on the prowl and heading towards said establishment. No, Kalous would have to find the Blue Lady by himself and he would have to do it fast enough that his mark would not know what hit him.

After an hour or so of searching silently, Kalous had finally found his destination: The Blue Lady Casino! He was far too pleased with himself that he had finished step one of his master plan to make dent into what he already owed for his ship's stay in the local spaceport. Walking into the casino, however, Kalous had to admit that he might have gone a bit overboard with his attire in a casino setting. It was almost as if every set of eyes in the entire place fell upon him with his marauding appearance. It was almost obvious that the local security were incredibly uneasy with his amount of visible weaponry but it was just as obvious that they feared what may happen if they tried to get him to relinquish his tools. With his HUD it didn't take long for Kalous to visually identify his target, Rael Lorath, but it took an even shorter amount of time for his bounty to bolt towards the back of the casino with all of the energy he could muster.

Around Kalous all that could be heard were loud, muffled, curses and phrases not suitable for even those inhabiting this establishment. Quickly, Kalous struggled to unholster the blaster on his right hip--and he struggled mightily with a combination of leather straps and adrenaline that infused itself through his body--that caused his coordination to suffer as a result. He was attempting to run after Rael and trying to pull the blaster out of its holster ended up making Kalous look down for long enough to bump into a server--sending him off balance and into--and through--the table that [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] was currently playing it.

"AH! Sorry," he attempted to say as he slipped a few more times before finally unholstering his blaster and setting off in chase of his mark. This was obviously his first time doing anything of the sort and he obviously was not doing whatever he was trying to do very well...

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

3... no, 5.... no.... 6! Zandra grinned wide as she rolled what she'd expected. Winner! Again! Her winning streak was starting to annoy people. She even heard mumblings from the casino staff. Typical. Her good luck had gotten her banned from more casinos than she could ever care to count. She needed to slow down. Try her hardest to lose now and again, lest she catch too much attention and upset her mark-

Something large came crashing through the table while she was collecting her winnings. Her drink was spilled right down the front of her pricy white dress. But that was not what she was concerned about, nor her winnings now scattered all over the floor. The man now scrambling out the back exit was where her eyes were focused. She leapt to her feet, no longer concerned with the game, her ruined dress, or the armored man that had done all of it. She ran, full tilt, towards the bounty, snatching her blaster out of her boot as she went.

...Wait. Armored man?

The Echani groaned. Sweet Stars above! She needed a cig. Another bloody bounty hunter was on the job too. Great...

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

Kalous had to take a quick double take of [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] as she darted forward toward his bounty. His coordination had finally returned as he pumped his legs as fast as they would carry him and it turned out they could carry him pretty fast--even in this heavy armor. His own physical gifts were apparent to anyone that tried to leap out of his way as he was like a freight train moving at full speed toward his destination. Even in the time it took for Kalous to catch up to this mystery woman he hadn't even thought that there would be other bounty hunters vying for his target.

"Well I'm really fracking stupid," he murmured to himself during his realization of competition.

This would not deter his efforts, however, instead it would bolster his resolve. If there's one thing any sort of athlete had--it was a competitive nature. There was a grin forming under his helmet as his muscles began to relax in this suit of death. He was becoming more comfortable with the situation by the second but now he also wondered just who this woman was. And so, he shouted at her.

"Who are you?!"

That was all he needed to say and it was also all he could muster out of his mouth between breaths. The winding route that this chase had begun to take started to irritate Kalous as every second caused him to lose more stamina than he would have liked. In that same thread it was also an advantage that this casino was large enough that his prey couldn't escape so easily but there was a sense that his advantage wouldn't last long as he began to hear the faint sound of sirens looming toward the area. If there was one thing that didn't help a bounty hunter--it was if the police captured his bounty first!

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra was fast. It was kind of her thing. What she lacked in physical strength to overpower her enemy, she more than made up in speed and skill. Tiny women had less to carry, after all. So for this other bounty hunter to be able to catch up to her? well, that really caught her off guard. She didn't even glance his way as she chased the bounty out of the back of the casino into the streets again. She did not answer.

She leveled her blaster. She wasn't the best shot in the Galaxy, but she was far from the worst. On her village back on Mandalore, she was... maybe third best. After her daughter and brother-in-law. Not bad, but it was really hard to aim while she was running. But if she stopped he'd get away.

"Damn!" she hissed as he disappeared into a crowd. The sirens... did not help. Zandra was a wanted woman too.

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

Kalous trotted up next to [member="Zandra Tal'verda"], slowing his stride as he lost sight of his target in the crowd. His breathing was heavier than normal--if only because he wasn't used to carrying so much extra weight during a run--as he bent over at the waist and placed his hands on his knees. His right hand--with a blaster still in it--was more resting on top of his knee instead of gripping it like his left hand was. All he could manage to do was shake his head in disgust with his own failure before realizing that he still wasn't alone in this hunt.

"Shiii---oh yeah, who are you," he began as his head snapped up and his body followed into attention as he faced the woman with a blaster leveled at the crowed.

It took Kalous longer than it should for him to recognize the danger of another person--let alone probable bounty hunter--with a weapon ready to fire. At his own mind's behest he raised his own blaster towards this woman. His own fear for the sirens was nearly non-existent now that his target had escaped. He knew he would have to find Rael again, or simply find a new target, but regardless he had to make sure that he could still operate effectively with this new hunter in the fold.

"And what the frack are you doing?!"

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra flipped her hair, lowered the blaster and turned the safety back on in a single swift movement. Damn. Damn. Damn! She'd missed him. She still had plan B, of course, if she couldn't find him again. If only her husband were here. He was great at tracking people. If the cops didn't find the target, he sure as hell could. She stuck the blaster into her boot again, grabbed a crushed pack of cigaras and started to light one up-

Then she realized that someone was talking to her.

"Hm?" she plucked the smoldering cig out of her mouth and faced the other bounty hunter, "Whaddo I look like? Imma bounty hunter. I was bounty huntin'. Duh. Call me Z. Everyone else does."

She stuck her cigara in her mouth again and plucked her data pad out of her purse.

"Damn, this guy was worth enough to fuel my ship for a month too..."

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

There was a scowl hidden under his helmet as he saw [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] maneuver her cig to and from her mouth. Having been a former professional athlete, Kalous was quite particular with what he put into his own body, and watching someone use something he would never dream of using always seemed to get his subconscious goat. With his blaster still raised towards the woman that was standing before him--finally acknowledging his existence after their dual failures in capturing their bounty--he was mildly surprised that she hadn't so much as flinched at the sight of him--it was obvious to him that she was far more experienced than he was.

Kalous wanted to let his guard down to have a civil conversation with the woman--"Z"--but he also could not afford to be taken as a fool. He knew he was fresh into this bounty hunting game and had to show some semblance of strength to any other hunter that he should meet. He couldn't--wouldn't--be a pushover but he had to take a chance if he was going to pick up some tricks of the trade. It was then when he admitted to himself that he probably should've taken an on-holo training course before just diving into this dangerous predicament.

"You? Aren't you a little small to be a bounty hunter," he asked before he knew what was coming out of his own mouth. His brain-to-mouth filter had seemed to be temporarily out of order and as such he felt it was wise to stop pointing his blaster at a potentially dangerous frenemy.

Slowly, Kalous pulled his pistol back to slide it into the holster on his right hip--his left hand pushing the air in front of him to gesture ease in a non-threatening way. He was a hulking mass of armor and tendrils--so far as anyone looking at him could tell--and he was sure that he looked far more intimidating to the random passersby than he would ever look to the woman standing in front of him. There was just something about her--a look in her eyes--that spoke to Kalous that suggested that it probably wasn't a good idea to be on her bad side. After all she had just been chasing a bounty with what seemed like nothing but a blaster and a--now stained to death--dress.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

"Aren't you a little loud to be a bounty hunter?"

The Echani shot back immediately, no hesitation. She'd been thinking that the whole time he was there. Bounty hunters had to know when it was best to blend in and make they prey come to them, and when it was time to run ahead horns first. She'd actually learned a lot of it from watching her ten year old daughter hunt uxi on Mandalore. She used her natural paleness, white hair, pale skin, to blend into the snow. Nothing saw her coming. And she was so tiny, nobody heard her foot steps. She was light in the snow. Deadly. Zandra studied that. Zandra used it.

Hence her now completely ruined dress for the evening. The plan had been to get the attention of the target, bring him to her. Get him to feel easy around her.
Then she'd taze 'im and bag 'im. Shoulda been easy...

She took another long drag from her cigara, watching the aspiring bounty hunter out of the corner of her eye.

"He heard ya comin' a mile away, ya know. See how close I got to 'im? He never suspected a thing. Then you come stomping in and he goes runnin'. Din' nobody tell ya how ta do it?"

Probably not. Kids these days... She sighed and started walking. Fine. If he didn't know, then she'd have to teach him.

"Come on, kiddo," she yawned, "Mama's gunna teacha somethin'."

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

Kalous took a moment to take in [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] as she shot back at him with words as equally as harsh as they were true. He had to admit that he had failed his first test, and in such a grand fashion. As anyone would be; there was a growing disappointment and shame building through his being--magnified by his competitive nature--that he knew he wouldn't be able to shove in some compartment in his mind until he had rectified his failure.

"He heard ya comin' a mile away, ya know. See how close I got to 'im? He never suspected a thing. Then you come stomping in and he goes runnin'. Din' nobody tell ya how ta do it?"

Probably not. Kids these days... She sighed and started walking. Fine. If he didn't know, then she'd have to teach him.

"Well I--" Kalous began as "Z" began to walk away. He wasn't going to stop her in the middle of saying whatever she had to and he would surely follow her to learn as much as he could. For a dumb rookie he wasn't too stupid to listen to a veteran and gain a little bit of knowledge so that he wouldn't put himself--nor any other hunters--at mortal risk.

"Come on, kiddo," she yawned, "Mama's gunna teacha somethin'."

Slowing his stride to sit himself in a position slightly lagging behind his newfound instructor; Kalous followed her in silence, listening to whatever she would say. It wasn't as if there was some grand instruction manual he could've read nor some reality show that he trusted enough to learn any techniques from. Sure there was a huge market following the latest star bounty hunter on a crusade against the scum who didn't pay their child support but most of it was staged anyway. Do producers really expect people to fall for "reality" where there are obvious cameras everywhere for every angle? Yes. The answer is yes.

Kalous wasn't as stupid as he looked--nor as his former athletic image would stereotype him. He was just as smart as he was capable in a hostile situation but he still didn't know camouflage from a trendy outfit. All he knew was search and destroy; he lacked the training and experience that could tell him how, and when, to lay low and draw his prey to him. If it wasn't for "Z" giving a kind lesson to the poor man he might as well be dead in a week of failed attempts on notorious thugs.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra took another long drag of her cigara. She'd need a change of image to get to her target. She looked down at her dirty dress, shrugged and tore a slit up her thigh. She didn't bother to explain as she then stuck her cig between her teeth and started mussing up her white hair. Then she began smearing her dark eyeliner around her eyes, making it look heavy and smoky. She caught a glimpse of herself in a window as she walked. Yup. That'd do it. She looked like a street walker. Perfect.

"Stay silent, and stay a few steps behind," she murmured as she disappeared into the crowd.

She didn't always go hunting in disguise. Hell, she didn't always go hunting. Sometimes it was just straight up slaughter if the bounty said dead or alive. But this one had been very specific. Alive, or no reward. Such a pain...
She leaned up against the side of a building under a lightpost. No explanations. Not instructions. Just her and the new persona she'd taken on.

"Hey there, handsome," she purred to a passerby, "you look like you could help a girl out..."

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

Another benefit of Kalous' stature was his ability to see over a crowd. He wasn't abnormally tall by most general standards but his was just tall enough--especially with his boots on--to be able to see over a good portion of the people around [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]. This advantage allowed him to stay a little more than a few steps back to give her enough space to work whatever angle she was attempting to extort.

Kalous was, yet again, clueless to his new acquaintance's plan but he wasn't exactly mad at how things were going. He didn't have to do much of anything except stand there and try to be a big Nautolan fly on the wall. This situation afforded him the ability to simply watch and learn from a presumed expert in his chosen profession. Even if "Z" wasn't an expert she was certainly more experienced than he was--denoted by more than just her age--and her demeanor spoke volumes to her comfortability in this type of situation.

It took a short while but eventually she began to coo at some passerby. Kalous didn't have the best angle in the world to see who it was but he was also more confident in her abilities than he was in his own--and that was definitely a first. He was usually a being that possessed supreme confidence in himself and his own abilities but this night had already shown how wrong he had been. For once he was willing to place his confidence in someone else--at least until it came time to gather the bounty. That was when things would take a different direction...

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The first victim to approach was a young human male. Couldn't be older than nineteen. A kid. She grinned a charming grin and held the cig up to illuminate her face.

"Hey there. I was just wondering if ya knew what was happening over here. I saw lights and sirens. Nobody got hurt right? I got friends that work these corners, ya see..."

The boy looked her up and down for a moment and just gave a stupid 'yeah' in response. He blinked and Zandra blew smoke in his face, hoping that would snap him out of his daze.

"Uh, yeah, some guy, I guess on the run. Officers lookin' for him."

"Really?" Zandra lifted a thin white eyebrow, appearing interested, "What did he do? How crazy."

"Yeah, I guess robbed something? Look, I was wonderin-"

"-Did they catch him?" Zandra cut him off, knowing all too well what he was about to ask and she was having none of it.

"Huh?"

"The. Guy. Did they catch him?"

"Oh. Uh. No. He got away. Hey, so-"

Zandra shoved past him before he could properly proposition her, throwing her cigara on the ground and stomping it out. Good. He was still out there. She glanced back, motioning with her head for the other bounty hunter to catch up.

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

Kalous waited for [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] to finish her conversation--interrogation--with the young man before following her with her motioning cranium. He heard little--if anything--that either of them had said thanks to the noise of the crowd and the occasional sirens and wails that littered the strip with promises of winning millions of credits on one lucky hand of sabacc. Of course the odds were ever in the favor of the establishments that called everyone inside for a few too many drinks and a night that nobody would remember except the accountant of the poor sucker who lost everything they owned.

As he passed the young man that "Z" had talked to; something inside of Kalous wanted to come out and scold the poor guy for attempting to pay for services--even if they would never be rendered. He was actually half-surprised that "Z" hadn't even tried to extort the guy for credits before ditching him for her real target. Something like that really spoke to Kalous and he murmured to himself: "At least she isn't a complete criminal..."

"So," he inquired of the woman that he had caught up to.

The two seemed to be crossing through an endless ocean of bodies from every species that Kalous could recognize and even more than he couldn't. It would probably more and more common that he would see these new and differing species after finally leaving his little corner of the known galaxy. The only travel he had partaken in was to and from various hotels and Grav-ball areas during his days working the professional circuit. He couldn't really complain about the travel, however, because he never got a chance to adjust anywhere before he had to be off to the next game, the next payday, the next battle. In the end it turned out to be nothing but a farce when he was left with no money, no family, and a name that was dragged so far through the mud he had to hide his face behind a mask, or under a hood, every time he visited any place with a holo network.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Unfortunately... [member="Kalous Anson"] was dead wrong about her. When she pushed past, her hand had slipped into the mans pockets. She now had his wallet and a rather nice communicator for her trouble now stashed neatly in her purse before her new... 'associate' could even catch up. She smirked.

"They ain't caught him- yet. Means we still got a chance. He's on the run though, and he knows people are after him. He'll try to leave the planet, I think. They usually do. Stupid move. Everyone knows that yer supposed to lay low and wait for the heat to die down first."

She shrugged, not bothering to explain how she knew that. He'd probably realize it next time he went to the bounty office and saw her picture in the system with a nice sized reward attached. By that point, she'd be long gone, and he'd be none the wiser. Or he'd be dead. She hadn't decided yet.

"A'right. Closest star port?"

 

[Kalous Anson]

Questions; that was the one thing that riddled Kalous' mind at this point. He wanted to know what she knew, he wanted to experience what she had experienced--minus the slit skirt--but most of all he just wanted to be better than she was. His competitive drive was the one thing that furthered his progress during his life and that was the one thing that he could not shake. No matter what, Kalous always wanted to be--had to be--the best at everything he started. This passion had lost him a good many friends, and made even more enemies, but it also made him better than he could ever dream of. Every day he would improve until he was the best in the galaxy.

"This way," he stated without even bothering to show any direction other than the one he started walking in. If there was any defining characteristic that was ever more apparent it would be his desire for control of every situation. That desire is one of the many reasons that he was a far better leader than he would ever be follower. "It's where I p--"

Kalous had to stop himself from blurting out where he housed his ship. He was new at this bounty hunting game--that was evermore apparent as the night went on--but he knew well enough to not overshare information. The young hunter was ready to only tell what needed to be told and nothing more. He would watch, wait, and plot his each and every move. There was a time to decide what to do with this [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] woman but right now he had to focus on his target at hand. If worse came to worse he was far too confident in his own combat abilities to worry about what a small woman could do against him--even if she did posses far more years and experience than he could even dream of having at this point.

It wouldn't take very long for the two of them to reach the spaceport--after all Kalous had walked from there to the Blue Lady--but as they inched closer and closer to the spaceport Kalous began to slow his pace enough to at least place even with his new acquaintance. He didn't want to take any risk that he would be stabbed in the back--or worse--before he could capture his new life savings. He wouldn't feel bad about forcing the entire bounty into his own grasp; "Z" looked like she could afford to wait on this rock until the next bounty came along anyway. She could always go back and actually work the corners if things got bad enough...

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

She'd follow now. She'd follow and study. Zandra was, no matter what, not an idiot. Didn't mean she was book smart or anything, but she was certainly intelligent. She already had a plan. She had friends. She was not half as alone as [member="Kalous Anson"] thought. Of course she had come here with her crew. If worse came to worse, she had back up.

She got closer, walking side by side. Less suspicious. She looked like a street walker that he had just picked up off the corner as was walking back to his ship. She kept an eye out, smiling. She may be a tiny woman, but she was hardly defenseless.

Not. Even. Close.

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

When the couple arrived at the spaceport; Kalous kindly turned on his heel, crossing his arms before waving with his left toward the opening of the spaceport. There was definitely a cheeky grin hidden under his helmet that one could probably determine was there just by his body language. He knew how badly he had messed up their first chance at Rael but this time he would follow his senior's lead until he could swoop in and, hopefully, knock out two birds with one stone.

"Ladies first," he said as he waved his hand to open one of the many doors that littered the side of the building. It wasn't an incredibly large spaceport in comparison to that of larger worlds but it was one of many that were interconnected throughout the city.

Even in the spaceport Kalous would still be a little more conspicuous than an average tourist coming to gamble away a good portion of their savings. He was even better equipped than most of the thugs that inhabited this area to prey on whatever the gamblers had left on them after being robbed by their favorite entertainment service--be it gambling or a variety of other sins. To an average passerby Kalous supposed it would seem like he brought his favorite vice home with him but he knew better than to even lower [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] to the level of a common sex worker. She seemed to be of the crafty sort--that was for sure.

In the back of his mind, however, Kalous did wonder if he had made the right choice to follow this strange woman back to a spaceport. For all he knew she would try to rob him instead of even searching for their bounty. For the life of him he couldn't even figure out why he trusted her hunch that Rael would even be in this spaceport. This inkling of doubt began to creep into the forefront of his thoughts until something was proven either way. Could Lady Luck really be on his side tonight; or was the Lady really playing him for a sucker?

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

This place was crowded. Good. If her hunch was correct, he'd be heading out on the next flight. Which was.... she looked up. Which flight. Which flight... Ah! There. Boarding now. To Coruscant. Wonderful.

"This way," she snapped, "We're takin' a trip..."

She shot through the crowd. Not running, but a brisk walking pace. People moved aside from her. They had... maybe five minutes. No. Four.

[member="Kalous Anson"]