Private No Mr Colson! I Expect You To Dine!

[Saul Colsan]

Location: Femmi Kae's Cantina

Another day without a mission from the SIA.

Saul was beginning to believe that the SIA was punishing him for his failing to apprehend The Collector. Saul stumbled into a bar called Femmi Kae's Cantina, Saul almost read it as Femme Fatale Cantina but he was groggy and hopped up on pain killers. The large greeter was appalled at the sight of Saul, he was dressed in a green shirt and some athletic shorts. "Fracking bum," Saul remembered him saying but tossing a few credits for entry got him to shut up and let him inside.

Scratching his scraggily beard Saul frowned taking out a small bug that was hanging on the strands of his hair. The agent growled coming to realize that he didn't even bother shave for the past two weeks. Even though Saul never liked shaving preferring at least a shadow across his face, the anxiety of waiting for a mission caused Saul to neglect his personal hygiene. How long has it been since Saul took a shower, three days? A day? He didn't know but Saul smelled as though he was rolling around in a Womp Rat cave. Taking a look around, Saul reached his pocket trying to look for more credits until he found his combat knife. Smirking a bit, the agent looked at his reflection against the blade. He looked absolutely awful with sunken eyes, dirty beard and hair everywhere maybe Saul should look at least presentable.

Slowly getting up, Saul lumbered to the bathroom where he slowly cut off the rug. Every day he goes without a mission, Saul grows weaker more restless, Coruscant was still recovering from the attack, there were riots in the streets protesting against the Jedi and the Senate. Their neglect and for the underworlders filled the people with contempt and rage. Taxes were being raised, more spending on the military and the Alliance was in another war. It was a cycle that never stopped, greed, corruption, hypocrisy people can't articulate what's happening so they blame it on the people running the place. They're not entirely wrong, the Senate were full of moles and traitors something the SIA should've acted.

Yet while his fellow agents were fighting in Jakku and Jedha, Saul remained back at home rotting like a corpse left in the lower levels of Coruscant. It was The Collector's fault, if it weren't for him he would on missions. Saul dropped his knife and closed his eyes. "I'm going crazy," he muttered. "I don't know what to do."

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Femmi Kae's Cantina
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

"Stewardess, take note of Mr. Ruffles, coming in now..."

Femmi lifted her gaze casually for a moment as the voice of her guard sounded in her ear, catching sight of the rough looking individual who was now entering the premises. Her hands continued to clean the glasses in the sink behind the counter. Her eyes scanned the rest of the room as well, assessing the rest of her guests.

"Thanks Abe." She said softly through the com link, bringing her gaze back down to what she was doing. Once it was clean, she let out a soft sigh as she set it back in place alongside the others.

"Something eating at ya' tonight, Kae?" One of her regulars asked as she made her way back to the bar. She gave him a quick, forced smile, but with polite eyes.

"Oh, you know..." She said as she took his empty glass and began to fill it with another round, "Just one of those nights!" She looked up and gave him a cute wink.

He smiled and shrugged, "Well, ok then."

She noticed movement from the corner of her eye and glanced up to observe Mr. Ruffles making his way clumsily to the bathroom. It was apparent that he was under the influence of something. She shook her head and looked back at her patron, giving him a wide-eyed expression that communicated her concern for what might happen next. He chuckled.

Suddenly, Abe came back onto the coms urgently, "Kae! We might have a problem.... HEY!"

Suddenly blaster-fire was heard right outside the entrance to the cantina. All the patrons eyes shifted towards the front door and the commotion outside. Femmi's eyes widened in fear as she stared at the door.

BAM!!

The door flung open violently with Abe's body falling backwards into the Cantina, lifeless. Six Mercenaries stepped over his body and entered the building. The live music immediately stopped, and everyone stared quietly at the disruptors.

One Mercenary took a step forward and reached out his hand, pointing straight at Femmi. Femmi's eyes widened even further as her whole body began to shake in fear.

"STEWARDESS!!" He belted into the room. She flinched at the sudden loud outburst. "We need to have us a talk!"

Suddenly the sound of many stools and chairs being pushed back filled the air as all of her patrons stood up at once in a show of defiance towards the intruders request. They were not going to let anything happen to her.

The Merc let a crooked smile creep across his face. He reached down slowly and activated a switch on his belt, closing his eyes.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeep"

Everyone looked around as a loud and steady sound seemed to come from multiple places at once. One of the patrons shouted "GET DOWN!"

BOOOM!!

Three explosions of bright light erupted throughout the cantina, which must have been secretly placed inside earlier that day. The explosions were not deadly, but instead acted to disorient and temporarily blind anyone in their vicinity. All the patrons stumbled and reached for their faces, trying to shake off the affects of the explosions.

Femmi stumbled backwards, her eyesight altered and her equilibrium in disarray. "No... No!!! please!" She cried as she felt arms grab her forcefully and pull her away from the bar and outside of her cantina.

Some of the patrons in their disoriented state attempted to stop the Mercs, but they were easily thrown to the ground.

She looked around, seeing blurs of light and darkness. One merc was holding each of her arms as they dragged her further and further into the dark alleyways of coruscant, where there would be less attention drawn to them and their buisness.

 

[Saul Colsan]

Back to the ol shadow, it was a good compromise between not too much facial yet not too little. When he first stared with the SIA, Saul didn't have a beard. He had to shave as per GADF guidelines. Saul despised the look, it didn't help when his superiors kept naming him "babyface" since then Saul grew out his beard because in the SIA and never looked back. The rules in the agency were more lax since the belief that agents were so badass that they can have some unkept features. Rubbing his chin, Saul smiled at the broken mirror strands of his mullet falling on his green shirt. "Feeling good already," he said.

The feeling didn't last long as Saul immediately heard blaster fire followed by screams by the patrons. Saul immediately ran towards the wall pressing his back against it and leaning his ear towards the door. The guard whom called Saul a bum was grunting in pain before a blaster fire was heard. More fighting in the Cantina surprisingly enough. Saul peeked through the cracks of the door and could see the patrons forming a defense around a with brown hair and blue eyes. She looked like a fashion model and dressed like one as well, odd that patrons were so defensive. Normally they would be running for their lives.......

The armed men in the room had Clone War era DC-15 reliable but outdated but their armor was made out of top of the line Durasteel. Mercenaries by the look of them and they look fairly competent. Saul squinted, strangely the rest of the men were pulling back while their leader was heading to the woman why were they......

Saul got his answered in the form of multiple explosions, the blast knocked Saul off of the wall throwing him off balance. He could hear the screams of agony followed by pleas by what he presumed was the woman. Getting back next to the door, Saul peeked again and saw the woman being dragged away. The rest were firing on the patrons executing them. "So they planted those bombs earlier," Saul mumbled. "They planned this raid just for her."


He'll have to find out later on, right now there was a slaughter to stop. Saul saw one of the mercenaries approach the bathroom blaster at the ready. Frowning, Saul waited until he got close before slamming the door on his face. Saul immediately took advantage of the disoriented mercenary holding him in front as a human shield for the shower of blaster bolts. The mercenary screamed in pain as Saul grabbed the DC-15 blaster and began firing back at the other two mercenaries. The agent unloaded multiple blaster shots at each of their heads as they immediately dropped down.

"Get out now!" Saul yelled to the surviving patrons turning his attention to the merc leader. "They're taking her to the alleyway," Saul mumbled beginning to follow them but making sure he stayed hidden in the shadows.

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Femmi Kae's Cantina
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

Femmi was drifting in and out of consciousness, her head spinning as she struggled to orientate herself. She was trembling with fear, unsure of how this would end.

BAM!

a sharp pain was felt on the back of her head as she was suddenly thrust up against some kind of wall, a hand placed firmly around her neck.

She smelled something... it was strong...

Suddenly she gasped, her eyes shooting open and her vision clearing to see the leader of the mercenaries holding some kind of vile underneath her nose. She looked down at him with desperate eyes, clawing weakly at the hands she found at her throat, struggling to breath.

"Please..." She gasped. The man put the vile away as the other two mercs held her in place up against the ally wall. He looked back up at her, far from amused.

"No... No mercy for you, you little rat." He said coldly. Tears started to stream down her cheeks as what little hope she had held onto quickly vanished at his words. She let out chocked sobs as he took a step closer... pulling out a large knife from his belt.

"You see... you think you're at the top of this crazy food chain... you think you can get away with anything, don't you?" He brought the knife up to her face, beginning to apply just enough pressure to her cheeks so as to make an indent, but not to cut. She stared at him, completely terrified.

He glared at her for a moment, then he pushed the knife deeper, cutting into her soft skin. She let out a painful yet weak cry as her blood started to drip down the knife and down the mercs hand. The merc leaned closer, "But you're not on top of anything, Stewardess... your drowning, at the bottom of the ocean... and no one will help you. You will die... alone... in an alley... forgotten... pointless... worthless."

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the pain of the knife in her cheek. She knew this was the end. She didn't know who this mercenary was, who he was working for... or even what specific piece of information had provoked such retaliation... but it didn't really matter.

He was right.

She was going to die alone... a pointless and unmemorable death in a back alley of coruscant, like any other scumbag. The Merc pulled the knife back and was about to plunge it into the girls stomach...

 

[Saul Colsan]

With the surviving patrons filing out from the burning Cantina, Saul set his sights on where the mercenaries took the woman. He heard sirens echoing from afar. Coruscant Police would be arriving soon probably around 10 minutes given the location of the Cantina and the fact that Coruscant was still recovering from the attack by the Brotherhood. Many sectors in the upper levels has yet to reestablish communication due to the damage that the Brotherhood has inflicted and it's even worse in the underground. However, ten minutes was plenty of time for the mercenaries to escape with the woman and disappear in the lower levels. Taking out his combat knife, Saul held it close to him using his other hand to point the DC-15 towards the alleyway in which he saw them go through.

Saul slowed down the moment he heard noises from the alleyway. "They're still here....." he mumbled. Interesting that the mercenaries didn't have a getaway speeder or a secret passage way. Coruscant was full of unexplored avenues due to the planet constantly being built. The SIA is aware of about 45 percent of the hidden passage ways in Courscant. Saul himself has traverse through some of them whenever he had missions on Coruscant. Pressing his back against the brick wall, Saul inched closer trying to hear the conversation. The woman was naturally pleading for her life, but the leader didn't have any of it. It was strange that they would drag her to an alleyway just to kill her. For what? Saul wondered there was more to this woman than just a pretty face that's for sure. The patrons were defending her, and the mercenary group had built an elaborate explosives just to kill her. Seeing the leader pull out dagger Saul was ready to make his move.

Coming out from the corner, Saul fired a blaster bolt onto the mercenary on the right. The bolt created a large hole on his head as he fell to the ground. "HOLY CHIT!" the other mercenary attempted to raise his blaster but Saul as fast as a Gundark chasing its prey advanced on merc's position. Calmly and efficiently, Saul shunted the blaster aside with the tip of his combat knife and immediately transitioned into a horizontal strike onto his throat. Blood came pouring out from the merc's exposed wound as he fell to his knees choking on his own blood.

Pushing the dying man aside, Saul fired a bolt onto the merc leader shooting him on the side and forcing him to drop his knife letting the woman go. "Get out of here now!" Saul yelled at the woman before turning his attention to the mercenary leader.

"Who are you?!" Saul growled at the wounded leader holding the knife underneath the barrel of his blaster.

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Unknown Alley
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

Femmi heard the blast, then flinched as blood splattered across her face. She closed her eyes tightly, hearing more fighting, and suddenly the hands were gone from her neck. She crumple to the ground, her head lowered and her hands seeming to be barely able to hold her own weight. She was exhausted from the traumatic experience, her body barely able to move.

"Get out of here!"

She opened her eyes and looked up to see... "Mr. Ruffles?" She said softly. He was not the police... possibly a mercenary or a spacer... or a soldier. She was still pretty disoriented to tell... but she was incredibly grateful.

She looked around at the dead bodies of the Mercs who had been holding her. Relief washed over her as she let out a sigh. She slowly picked herself up off the ground, pressing one of her hands against her cheek where the cut had been made.

"Who are you?!" She quietly and slowly hid herself behind Mr. Ruffles, peaking around him slightly so as to get a better look at the Merc.

The Merc gripped his side, breathing heavily and with labor from the wound in his side. He looked up and glared at his attacker, snarling in anger at him.

"It... doesn't matter... who I am... you fool..." He let out a groggy laugh, but then winced in pain. He forced a smile as he looked up at Saul Colsan . "All that... cough ... matters is ... who i work... for..." He tried to pick himself up a little off the ground with his free arm to reduce the pressure he was feeling from his wound, "And trust me... He is going to... kill you..." Then he motioned to the girl peering at him from behind her protector, "And he will... kill her to."

Femmi ducked back behind Saul Colsan as the Merc motioned toward her. She cleared her throat with a cute sound, then politely tapped on her saviors shoulder,

"Ahem! Um... excuse me... could you kindly find out who he is working for before you... well... you know..." she motioned briefly to the knife in Saul Colsan 's hand, "... do that." She gave him an awkward smile.

 

[Saul Colsan]

The woman was muttering something while she was experiencing disorientation. It was a natural reaction given the traumatic experience, the adrenaline can overwhelm the brain causing your whole world to spin. She probably doesn't even know where she is and given that the adrenaline is wearing off, her entire body must feel like it's submerged underwater. The woman managed to get up and flee while the Mercenary leader stumbled around holding his wounded hip. With the sirens getting louder, Saul estimated it'll be about 7 minutes until they arrive. The Merc Leader stumbled which was strange, Saul fired a non lethal shot. With a blaster shot the wound should've been cauterized by now especially with the Durasteel taking some of the hit.

Saul continued to point his rifle towards the mercenary leader's head while continued to rant that it didn't matter who he was only who he worked for. The agent's blood ran cold as soon as he said that line. "That phrase," Saul gripped his blaster tighter. "It doesn't matter who I am Mr. Colson," a familiar voice echoed in his head. His memory replaying the painful event which lead to Saul's first failed mission, the voice of the man who slipped away from Saul's fingertips. "It's who I work for and I work for me."

But It couldn't be him.... right? It has to be a coincidence, it was just Saul's paranoia coming back. The combat rush has started to dissipate, Saul's body began to feel sore. He hadn't been able to train in weeks due to not having any missions, fatigue slowly crept as the merc leader stated that he will not only kill Saul but her......

"Her?" Saul raised an eyebrow lowering his blaster. "Who-"

It was then the woman whom the merc leader was threatening interrupted him. "What?!" Saul gasped dumbfounded at the woman. He gave her specific orders to leave but instead she ran behind him?! This was a dangerous area! What the hell was she thinking?!

"I thought I told you to flee!" Saul growled while the woman awkwardly told him to ask who he was working for while forcing a cutesy smile. "Besides! I was going to ask him that anyway! I didn't need help from you!"

Standard SIA procedure to ask who was a person working for after beating the chit out of them. "Who do you work for?!" Saul said raising his blaster. "There's nowhere to run, you're injured, the police are coming, and your comrades are dead. It's best to come clean my friend."

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Unknown Alley
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

Her smile disappeared as she looked up with at with a sense of annoyance.

"Look..." She said, giving him a stern expression, "I'm, like, grateful that you saved my life... thank you..." She said with almost an edge of sarcasm as she raised her eyebrows at him, "But you do NOT talk to me that way, ok?"

She sighed as she pushed past past Mr. Ruffles and moved towards the Merc who was on the ground looking up at both of them, a look of confusion on his face. She was still swirling, but the disorientation was not as pronounced now.

"Um.. EXCUSE ME, mister mercenary..." She said with a raised tone of annoyance, pointing her finger at him and wagging it with disapproval, "This here person is going to STAB you until you tell him who you are working for, okay? So like, you should just tell him."

The Merc barked at her loudly with a biting motion, sending her yelping and hiding back behind Mr. Ruffles.

"Can you like, STAB him now please? I don't have all day, and this is like, IMPORTANT." She said, pushing Mr. Ruffles towards the merc from behind.

 

[Saul Colsan]

Saul was starting to regret saving this woman, he just saved his life and she was bickering at him? Doesn't she have any care for her life? This woman was worse than Saul, at least when Saul wastes away it's in the privacy of his own home and not in public where she could a person like him killed! "I'll be sure to shout politely next time." Saul muttered while the woman walked towards the mercenary leader trying to lecture..... him?

The Merc Leader was just as confused as Saul was but a simple growled caused her to scurry like a sewer rat reacting to a sound and went behind him. "An unusual woman that's for sure," Saul thought bitterly. "The better question who is she? She's very ditzy and-"

Just then the woman pushed Saul forward demanding that he stab him.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Saul wanted to say as he stumbled however the merc leader took advantage of the situation closing in and landing a hard right hook across Saul's lower jaw. Saul yelled out in pain falling hard onto the concrete ground back first. His DC-15 blaster rifle came flying out from his hand and into the Merc's.

With the rifle firmly in his grasp, the Merc Leader aimed the Blaster at the woman's head. "Time to die!" he yelled. However, Saul propped himself up using his hand angling his kick onto the Merc's wounded side.

The man howled in pain firing at the side and barely missing the woman. Regaining momentum, Saul immediately got up and continued the onslaught of roundhouse kicks to the wounded hip, then rib, and finally the head. Driving his foot across his jaw, Saul saw blood and couple teeth flying out from his mouth. The agent then did a spinning kick to throw the merc leader off of his feet and he fell ass first, the blaster successfully out from his hands. Feeling a rush of victory, Saul quickly approached the merc leader who slowly got up to attempt a feeble punch, but Saul easily blocked it and slammed his face against the brick wall.

"Who do you work for?!" Saul took out his Combat Knife and held it against the man's throat pressing his cheek against the wall. "Answer the question!" Saul heard the Sirens growing louder. The police will be here in approximately three minutes from now.

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Unknown Alley
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

Femmi squealed as the blaster shot flew by her, throwing her hands in the air and running further away as the two battled in the street. Feeling as though she was a safe distance away now, she crouched behind a container and peered out over top, watching Mr. Ruffles gain the upper hand over the Merc once again.

The Merc tried to pull away from the knife at his throat, grunting in pain from his injuries. His eyes looked down at his attacker with a piercing gaze. He then started to laugh, slowly and deeply, at Saul Colsan 's perceived upper hand.

"It's... already... too late for you both..." He muttered in the midst of his eerly laugh. He then chocked on his own blood and spit some of it out, hitting Saul in the face. "He sees you... He's on his... way..." The Merc began to struggle with consciousness as his eyes lost focus for a second, before coming back to staring at Saul. "... You are an... unexpected surprise..... Mr. Colson." He let a smile creep across his face, letting the information sink in that he in fact knew who Saul was. "But it doesn't... matter... who he works for... either... because he works for.... himself." The Merc seemed again to be struggling with consciousness as his voice seemed to wander and drift, "And he is... coming... for both of you..."

Suddenly a high-pitched ringing tone could be heard by all three of them. It appeared to be originating from the Merc's eye. The Merc suddenly started to struggle and fight against Colsan's grip with a sense of urgency and desperation, "No.... NO.... WAIT...." The Merc kneed Colson violently in the chest, sending him backwards as the Merc desperately grabbed at his eye before..

BAM!

A small, dull explosion could be heard as the merc's eye exploded, which appears to have been prosthetic. The mercs head flinched to the side as he stood there motionless for a moment. His other eye slowly drifted into lifelessness, and his face provided a dull expression as his body slowly crumpled to the ground dead.

Femmi had placed both her hands over her mouth at the explosion of his eye, letting out a muffled gasp of surprise. She stood there, wide-eyed, staring at the dead merc.

"but.... but..." She stepped out from behind her cover and slowly approached, "But... who?" she stammered. She was still clueless as to who was trying to kill her. She felt a sense of frustration and fear come over her as she started to cry, tears streaming down her face. Whoever it was, the merc had said that he was coming. She was terribly afraid.

 

[Saul Colsan]

The Mercenary Leader was still squirming around despite Saul's best efforts to pin him down. There was a sense of arrogance in the tone of his voice, yet Saul also detected a hint of fear as well. Given that many mercenaries are motivated by credits, principle, or often times both not to reveal their clients he wasn't surprised. Saul grunted a bit when the merc leader punched him in the lower jaw again, blood starting to trickle down from the corner of his mouth sliding past his bruised jaw. "Sees me?!" Saul said recovering and kicking the Mercenary Leader in the chest slamming him against the brick wall before his heartbeat began to quicken.

Saul saw it in the Merc's eyes, it was subtle but his Iris began to move rapidly like it was a camera. "Eye implants!" Saul gulped taking a step back. He knew a man who would force his mercenaries to upgrade their ocular system. Enhancing their vision for scanning, but also so he could monitor their progress. After all, he owned the optic corporation and he managed to secretly implant control inhibitors to take over their minds.

The agent was pushed again with considerable force, it had to be the fight or flight response kicking in. He was wounded man cornered with nothing to lose, yet Saul doubted that assessment given that he had a cybernetic implant he could have more enhancements. Saul landed onto the ground witnessing the Merc Leader struggling with his consciousness. "It couldn't be," Saul immediately got up holding the Knife close to him. "It can't be him!"

As if on queue, the leader stopped his struggle and smiled. Saul raised an eyebrow but kept his distance. "Who are you?!" he growled getting into a Teris Kasi stance.

. "... You are an... unexpected surprise..... Mr. Colson." A distorted voice echoed from the merc leader's voice. Saul's heartbeat continued to accelerate, his eyes rose up in fear. "The Collector?!" Saul said.


The Merc Leader then exclaimed that The Collector was coming for both of them before the man attempted to knee Saul on the chest, however he quickly sidestepped pushing him away. "What do you want from the girl Collector?! What does she have?!" Saul yelled however the answer he got was a small explosive flash causing Saul to briefly stumble back instinctively using his arm shield himself from the explosion.

Bits of blood and cybernetic parts went flying everywhere as the Merc Leader fell onto the floor dead. Saul blinked for a moments before cautiously approaching the corpse. "So," Saul knelt down seeing half of the Leader's face melted off. "You were always the type to leave no evidence Collector."

There were sounds of footsteps scurrying about likely approaching the bar. Police arrived though Saul doubts they'll find anything of use what evidence he had died with the merc leader. "The Collector," Saul said getting up and placing his dagger in his pocket. "An old friend of mine."

He turned to the woman, questions already forming in his head. "Now," Saul said. "Who are you? The Collector doesn't order hits unless he's directly threatened. You can drop naive act already, there's more to you than a pretty face."

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Unknown Alley
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

Femmi furrowed her eyes at him as he mentioned the collector. Suddenly everything was coming into focus. She slowly nodded her head with solemn understanding, looking away from Mr. Ruffles, appearing to be in deep thought.

She remembered the circumstances that led to her obtaining those significant pieces of information at the expense of the Collector. It was... a rival, if she remembered correctly. She had sensed that this was a big find... just hadn't realized the severity of the collectors wrath.

Her eyes suddenly shifted back to Mr. Ruffles as he demanded more information from her. She rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh of annoyance,

"Listen sweetie... " She said sternly, "If you don't know who i am already, then it doesn't matter..." She brushed her hair elegantly away from her face as she turned and began to walk away from him. She paused, looking back at him with eyebrows raised, "...Well? Are you coming or not?"

With that, she started to make her way further away from the cantina and approached a large housing complex.

"You seem to be handy when it comes to... violence." She continued to talk to Mr. Ruffles as she walked. "Obviously we are stuck together for the moment, so let's try to make the best of it. And please..." She stopped, looking back at him with a look of disgust, "You will need to take a shower if you are going to be rescuing me and stuff. You smell... awful." With that, she hit the elevator button, summoning the lift to take them both up to her condo unit.

 

[Saul Colsan]

"Arrogant girl......" Saul muttered when the woman japed at him for not knowing who she was. Once again Saul was left out of the loop and this woman seemed to enjoy leaving him hanging. Snorting, Saul turned his attention towards the corpse of the Mercenary Leader and knelt down. Rummaging through his things, Saul found a small Holorecorder inside the man's pocket. "Could be something to go by," Saul said placing the chip inside of his pocket.

"...Well? Are you coming or not?"

Saul sighed immediately getting up and following the woman. Part of him wondered what she did to have the Collector issue a hit on her. Given the way she was running her mouth, Saul suspected it didn't take much. "The police are here," Saul said to the woman. "You're not going to issue a statement or anything?"

Perhaps she was hiding something after all, considering that many Cantinas make the bulk of their credits through shady dealings on the side. There is a reason why they're popular among Smugglers and other criminals and its not because of the cheap drinks. While Saul did work with police a few times in the past as a SIA agent, he wanted to keep away from them. This was a personal matter and the police will just get in his way, it was also not an SIA mission obviously. Saul will be a vigilante but at this point he didn't care, the boredom, the lack of missions the Agency has given him despite the fact the Alliance is at war. Saul needed to do something other than drink and wither away to an early grave.

Seeing the Cantina continuing to burn, Saul caught sight of the sign the purple colored neon lights flashing over a ruined building. "Femmi Kae......" Saul mumbled. "You're name is Femmi Kae correct?" Saul asked when the two approached an elevator leading to a condo. Not a bad place for a small time Cantina owner. "Read it off of your sign not an original title and it makes it really easy for people to determine who you are. Especially if you're going by the code name: Stewardess."

The woman seemed to be a bit..... naïve but she acts as though she knows what she's doing. "Showers just make me frisky," Saul chuckled. "Best to go natural."

Turning to the woman Saul frowned. "Where are you running from?" he asked. "Why does the Collector want you dead?"

Whatever his thoughts on the woman was, the Collector wanted eliminated. She must have something important.

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Femmi's Condo Unit
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

The police are fine... WE are the ones in danger, theres no time..." She said in response to his question regarding the police. She did feel a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach as she though of her dead patrons and burning cantina, but she had to hold that off for now... she had to move, and move quickly... There was little time...

She heard him say her name, which caused her to pause for a moment. She turned and gave him a cute smile and a wink as she curtsied in her custom-tailored dress that she had personally designed for herself. "Well then! Looks like you figured it out." She said with a light and almost cheery voice. Her eyes drifted down his muscular arms and then down his legs, her mind flirting with the possibilities of his masculine frame... but then...

"Showers just make me frisky," Saul chuckled. "Best to go natural."

Her mouth dropped open in complete disgust as she stared at him in disbelief... "You CAN'T be serious." She said flatly, unable to fathom anyone who would not make it a point to shower at least twice a day... at LEAST....

"I'm NOT asking, Mr. Ruffles..." The lift stopped. She turned and took a key out of her purse and inserted it into the door.

Click.

The doors opened to reveal a modestly-sized condo unit with a decent view of coruscant. Paintings and portraits adorned the walls with sophisticated taste, and the room smelled of lavender with a hint of soft spring rain. Everything inside looked expensive... and it was.

She turned to face Mr. Ruffles again, shaking her head as she looked him over once again, her purse gingerly held up by her fingers. "Mr. Ruffles... What EVER am i going to do with you..." She let out a sigh and pointed demandingly towards her bathroom that was just across the room, "TAKE A SHOWER." She said it with authority, and she would not take no for an answer.

She followed behind the man as he obeyed her command.

"Where are you running from?" Saul said.

"I'm running from your smell of coarse! Come on now... Let's go!" She pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. "And don't you DARE put those awful clothes back on... I don't know WHERE you learned how to dress yourself but... just... NO." Her voice came across muted from the other side of the door.

"Why does the Collector want you dead?" Saul said.

She paused, staring at the door for a moment. She pulled her purse closer to her chest, almost as if she was afraid.

"I'm an... information broker... I buy and sell information... from everyone on anyone." She said as her eyes drifted down, almost as if she was ashamed of her occupation. "... And i... bought the wrong information..."

She quickly turned and walked briskly towards her room. She opened the door and walked to the side of her bed, pulling out a drawer from her bed stand and pulling out the fake wall in the back. it revealed a code box.

beep beep beep beep

She entered the code quickly. An airlock could be heard releasing. She quickly walked over to her massive walk-in closet and pulled her dresses out of the way, revealing a hidden lock box that was now open. She quickly pulled out the credits, lipstick, and datapad that she found inside, sliding them quietly into her purse.

"What size are you?!" She yelled back to him as she pulled her dresses back in front of the lock box and walked over to a drawer, pulling out some rolls of premium fabric as well as her sewing kit.

 

[Saul Colsan]

"I don't take orders from you and my name is not Mr. Ruffles, It's Saul," Saul growled lumbering towards the shower, sniffing his armpit he had to admit he smelt like a Wookie after rolling in Cow manure.

"Damn," Saul muttered closing the door and stripped off his clothes. The agent quickly knelt down grabbing the small chip he retrieved from the dead Mercenary leader carefully placing it near the sink.

Sighing heavily Saul stepped inside the shower hearing a small beep as warm water began to spray all over his body. "Must be a detector," Saul mumbled. "It scans your body temperature and the shower adjusts its settings accordingly."

His thoughts lingered on what Femmi had said she was an information broker. That wasn't a huge revelation, many Cantina owners trade information due to the fact that there are many loose lips in a bar. An owner hears something from a drunk employee, does a little research, meets a client to sell information and word of mouth spreads. Saul took a bar of soap and began to wash his body as the water became warmer. Femmi made a rookie mistake as an information broker: Don't go in over your head especially when you're smalltime. The Collector is one of the biggest businessman in the Galaxy.

Saul closed his eyes allowing the droplets from the nozzle fall on his wet, brown hair. The Collector was taunting Saul knowing that he escaped Saul's grasp. He was so close into implementing The Collector in that scheme if it weren't for the Collector's body guard...... Images of the Cyborg mercenary beating Saul into a bloody pulp leaving his mangled body for dead. The SIA was exposed and the mission was a failure, Saul spent months in the Bacta Tank submerged in regret. "I had him...." Saul mumbled his fingers running over the scar the cyborg mercenary inflicted on him. "But I failed, the first I failed a mission because I messed up!" The agent clenched his fists punching the wall and creating a small dent.

Opening his eyes, Saul saw the small dent on the wall. "Femmi will have a fit," he lamented. "But then again why should I care?" Wrapping himself in a towel, Saul exited the bathroom his abs glistening against the light and the jagged scar he received from the mission.

"I wear large," Saul said quickly noticing Femmi pulling out information from her lock box. "What's that you got there?" Saul said. "Listen if you want to protect Femmi, then you need to be completely honest. The Collector is a man with resources that can rival 12 systems, so come clean and cough up some answers now."

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Femmi's Condo Unit
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

Femmi froze as she heard a small thudding sound coming from her bathroom. She poked her head out, looking in that direction with a sense of confusion,

"What the heck are you DOING in there?!" She yelled over to him, "Don't break anything!!"

She shook her head as she walked back to her closet and continued to pull out rolls of cloth. A sparkle was in her eye as she tilted her head, her scissors pressed up against her lips, her mind fast at work as she pictured Saul in her mind and began to clothe him like a mannequin doll. She started to draw out shapes on the first piece of fabric, humming a light toon to herself, almost as if she had completely forgotten the terrible situation she was currently in.

"I wear large," Saul said.

"No kidding..." She said sarcastically as she continued to work on his new outfit.

Femmi stopped cutting as she realized that he had seen her remove the datapad from the vault. He pressed her for what she knew. She leaned up against her cutting desk with both arms, not turning to look at him, as reality came flooding back to her. She hung her head down, letting out a deep sigh.

"I guess I have no choice but to trust you..." She said softly. She looked up at the light above her, almost as if she was saying a prayer. "Fine..." She said, grabbing her purse and turning to face Saul, "I'll tell you, but you need to.... umm..." She immediately blushed at seeing the very handsome and very naked man standing in front of her with nothing but a towel on. "...Umm... " Her eyes looked him over, studying the muscular patterns and shape of his body, but then... suddenly she realized that he was staring back at her!

She immediately shut her eyes tightly as her cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment. "... Youuuu just need to put some clothes on!!" She twirled around quickly and finished cutting the final piece, then began to sew it together. "And I don't think my underwear will fit you... haha!!" She laughed as the image suddenly came into her mind, "... So you're going to have to go without, i'm afraid." She picked up the clothes, took a quick breath to gather courage, then turned around again to face Mr. Ruffles. This time she gave him a sweet, innocent smile and held out his new wardrobe in front of her for him to take.

"Very few men have ever had their own 'Femmi Kae' clothing line! lucky you!" She bit the bottom of her lip, hoping secretly that he would like the outfit. "I'll tell you everything once you... put that on." she motioned to the clothing again.

Femmi Kae's new fashionable line of mens wear

 

[Saul Colsan]

"Too late," Saul thought staring down at his bruised knuckles. He'd been having nightmares regarding that failed mission for months now and they refuse to go away. Maybe taking the Collector down was a chance to rid Saul of the nightmares, he never believed in fate but perhaps these events happened for a reason. Saul just wished that it didn't involved Femmi's constant whining.

"I'm the only person standing between you and a blaster bolt through your skull," Saul stated bluntly when Femmi said she had no choice but to trust him. "So yeah you pretty much don't have a choice."

It was then Femmi began to fumble with her words, her face turning a cherry beet red. What was wrong with her this time? Saul adjusted his towel and began wiping the excess water off of his abs. Femmi from what little time he spent with her had no problem speaking her mind despite the fact that she might be killed. Yet here she was reduced to a babbling, blushing mess. "Well what's wrong?" Saul said to the smitten Femmi, though Saul had no clue what was going with her. "Wampa got your tongue? Spit it out already."

Femmi seemed to be more concerned with whatever she's doing with the cloths and the cutting board. Was she making Saul clothing? That's an unusual gesture but then again, Femmi seemed to be the type who would rather die than to be caught seen with Saul's wearing plain clothing. "Well of course," Saul said. "I'm more comfortable with my regular clothing and besides I'm pretty sure those lace panties you have in your drawer will just ride up my crotch."

He still had his underwear back in the bathroom but he was fairly certain that even wearing that would draw Femmi's ire. Looking over the clothing, Saul sighed placing it on surprisingly enough it fit. "You've got this made in five minutes," Saul said looking over the clothing. "And even got it to fit as well, you have enough talent to outwork a Droid in a sweatshop."

It was very itchy but Saul kept it to himself for the sake of the information. "Now," Saul said. "Talk."

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Femmi's Condo Unit
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

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"You've got this made in five minutes," Saul said looking over the clothing. "And even got it to fit as well, you have enough talent to outwork a Droid in a sweatshop."

Femmi wrinkled her nose at her skills being associated with sweatshop labor, she rolled her eyes,

"CHARMING". She said sarcastically as she brushed by him and went to her kitchen, pulling out an elegant tea set and placing two cute little glass cups with white roses on them on the island. She then picked up her tea pot and started to make a fresh pot of tea.

"The Collector is responsible for providing intelligence on the Galactic Alliance and Coruscant to the Brotherhood of the Maw. Because of that intelligence, their attack on Coruscant was devastating..." She said matter-of-factly without looking up, continuing to prepare tea.

"He gave them the intelligence in exchange for protection of all of his buildings and assets in Coruscant... so The Brotherhood of the Maw obliged, and did not touch anything that belonged to the Collector during their attacks." She turned and began to gently pour the tea into the cups. "But they wanted more, threatening to expose the Collector if he did not agree to develop illegal weapons for them. Tea?" She held one of the cups with both hands, offering it to Mr. Ruffles. She then took her own cup and took a slight sip, a look of pleasure quickly washing over her face.

Then her eyes opened, and she looked cautiously towards Mr. Ruffles, "This is big. and I know it is worth a lot of credits, especially to the Galactic Alliance, so..." She pointed her finger at him sternly, "... I expect to be compensated. YOU need to make sure i am. Understand?" She gave him a flutter of her eyelids and a cute smile. Then she turned to the entrance of her condo, as if in deep thought...

"We can't stay here... I am not safe." she said softly.

 

[Saul Colsan]

Femmi seemed annoyed with Saul when he compared her to a sweatshop droid, surprising really Saul was only trying to complement her skillset. No amount of Droid built by corporations will match the skill and creativity of the human mind. For all of Femmi's faults, she was bursting with imagination and passion. "Was it something I said?" He thought. "Then again talking to women was like talking to Rancor, you never know when they'll be turned off by your presence."

However, the next words that Femmi said made Saul's blood ran cold. "What?!" he growled getting closer to Femmi. This information went beyond a simple embezzlement scheme. In fact it shed some light on what the Collector was doing when SIA were keeping tabs on him, but the revelation was still startling. Not only was the Collector a traitor but he actively aided the enemy in the attack on Coruscant two weeks ago.

"Are their any other inside moles working with the Brotherhood?!" Saul said. "Has the Collector provided any new weapons research? Information on important figures?! How deep does this go?!"

The Collector was also an arms dealer who had contracts with the Galactic Alliance. He mostly did experimental tech and the SIA were even fascinated with some of his plans. The Collector also knew influential people within the Alliance as well as the defense grid for Coruscant, at least 12 percent of the defenses installed belonged to his company. Saul didn't answer when Femmi offered him some tea, his gaze turned to the night sky of Coruscant many buildings were still under repair. The Collector was many things but a traitor? What did the Brotherhood offer him?

"The Collector is not the type who would be threatened," Saul said staring back at Femmi. "The Brotherhood probably enticed him with more credits or even an opportunity for him to expand his business. There were many companies and arms dealers who were destroyed during the battle of Coruscant. It's likely he made a power play which means....."

Saul eyes shot up his stomach feeling as though it was tying itself in a knot. "With the Senate voting to increase military spending, that means the Collector will be the one taking contracts which will lead to more planets ending up like Coruscant."

The agent closed his eyes. "No.... worse than Coruscant," he said. "We'll see if the Alliance will compensate Femmi but I intend to take matters into my own hands. I failed to stop him once, but I need to get back on the field and take him down before he does more damage."

He'll take the heat from the SIA later, already he can feel the thrill coming back. Saul raised an eyebrow when Femmi gave him a cute smile, it was a typical fashion model kind of smile, the fluttering of her eyelashes further vindicated his theory.

"Get your stuff ready then," Saul said. "I'll take you to my place, the Collector could try to intercept you if you go to the police."

Femmi Kae

 

[Femmi Kae]

Location: Femmi's Condo Unit
Tags: Saul Colsan

Current Outfit

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Femmi listened quietly to Mr. Ruffles process the information as she sipped on her lovely tea. She perked up specifically at the new tid-bits of intel that she was learning from him as well.

"mm-hmm..." She said softly regarding what Saul was saying about the Senate bill and the likelihood that this would happen to other planets. One of her hands raised, softly twirling a curl of hair, as she stood there, looking at Mr. Ruffles, continuing to listen. A slight smile crept across her face as she witnessed his deep passion and conviction beginning to shine through. It was much more attractive to her than the mumbling dirty brute she had witnessed earlier that day in her Cantina....

Her cantina...

Kalie's head bowed as she was suddenly filled with a surge of emotion as she remembered what had happened to her cantina and her patrons. She turned, fighting back the well of tears that filled her eyes, a slight sniffle escaping her lips as her fragile frame trembled for a moment under the weight of the emotion.

"Uhm..." She took in a deep breath and exhaled, regaining her composure and wiping the tears from her eyes, "... Of coarse... yes... your place..." She turned back to face Saul with a weak smile before walking to her room to collect her things.

"Uhm... can you please grab my luggage from the closet?" She asked loudly over her shoulder to Saul, "All of it, please!" She had now pulled all of her dresses and outfits out of her closet, setting the large stacks of clothes on her bed. "Oh!" She exclaimed to herself as she noticed her pillows, "Of coarse... cant forget you!" She pulled all 12 of her pillows towards the edge of the bed.

"Ok!" She exclaimed with a deep breath, looking up at Saul, "The three large pink luggage should be enough for all of my clothes, the two rose engraved ones should fit my shoes... they are all in the closet... " She gestured with her hand, "...and you can give me those two smaller purple ones, I will use that for... everything else." She said, giving him a cute smile. "Ok! You can take care of all of this then!" She gestured to the clothes, shoes, and pillows. She grabbed the smaller purple luggage and paused, looking up at Saul, "And DON'T you dare wrinkle anything!" she scolded before heading to the bathroom to grab her toiletries, hair products, makeup, and everything else that was... essential.