Sister Wolf, Brother Moon

[Armand Temi]

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Coruscant.

Mira had never stepped foot or paw upon the ecumenopolis, but this entire experience felt a little out of her league - the “Big Time” some in the galaxy would say. With acres and acres of cityscape both above and underground in which to hide, most criminals came to disappear, and the most feared and professional bounty hunters could be found not too far behind stalking their prey.

Currently the Gurlanin sat in a dusty cantina called The Living Moon, polishing a short, flat sword, more a signal to anyone near to stay away from her. Once she finished with her drink, and she could see her reflection in the weapon, she’d exit the cantina to search for her target, a Nagai named Wivern Stadler.

“Scram Chuba! I see what you’re trying to do,” she growled at a jawa attempting to pickpocket her. Her eyes flashed yellow, preternatural instincts on high alert. Standing abruptly and holstering the sword, she threw a credit chit on the table to pay for her barely touched drink and left the cantina.

Wivern would be below somewhere in the Underworld.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

Coruscant..

Zhorin had also received the contract from his boss [member="Dakita Calfur"]. Who had promised that this job would make him quite a bit of money as he was here mostly on business, the previous night he met a woman which he was surprised to learn throughout the passionate encounter was a Gurlanin to which had her as his company for most of the night and into the early morning waking up naked with a hangover in a bed of a Coruscant alleyway. He had quickly managed to prepare himself for the rest of the day with his bounty and now his moment had finally arrived. His Force enhanced senses were ready like his weapons.

He had finally found his target entering the club known as Coruscanti Nights. to which he had followed in slowly, bribing the bouncer as he entered, staying to the shadows of the raving partygoers, he breathed in and out slowly as he entered in, blaster ready as he followed his prey throughout the club. Listening and watching closely, feeling a faint Force Signature follow not far behind him. He did not focus on that for now only focused on the mission, to which for now he was only meters away from his target.

[member="Mira Talus"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Mira was quite the opposite of Zhorin’s boss Dakita. Dak was… well, all pink curves and spice-infused distraction. The Gurlanin did not fall prey to whimsy or amusement.

Lust, at times. But definitely not when she was hunting.

That didn’t mean she did not occasionally think of the tall, swarthy bounty hunter she’d encountered the night before. He passed through her mind now and then, but focus on finding drove out any other diversion. In fact, the chance rendezvous left her slightly sore, but feeling quite powerful, a sensation she drew upon this night.

A small datapad on her wrist calculated the location of Wivern Stadler using an algorithm based on the places she frequented and the rarer haunts in which she had been seen recently. And this brought her to a nightclub called Coruscanti Nights.

Mira found herself at the opposite end of the club, hiding within a swath of strobe lights. She also located Wivern and crept closer, pulling the aubergine-hued hood of her cowl closer around her face to obscure her identity.

"Hey little lady, can I buy you a drink?"

Mira shot the stray Balosar a withering glance, and he moved out of her way with a sarcastic flourish of his hands.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

Zhorin was close to the target coming in from the opposite side, of what he could feel the presence grow closer. as he was finally approaching his bounty, carefully avoiding the ravers, the strobe lighting, and the music. He couldn't care for that after all he needed that money. In a time where the entire Galaxy was going through a time of War between all the major powers especially the First Order which he was afraid of going back to. Such a thought made him shudder as he would either be made to serve the Knights of Ren or be executed. Or worse be executed by the shadowy Supreme Leader himself. He had heard rumors of the Supreme Leader himself being at a blockade of the Hydian Way where the Alliance suffered a devastating blow. These were only rumors of course and so far he was enjoying his other odd jobs with smuggling much-needed goods through the Core.

Money was money after all and in this Galaxy sometimes it didn't matter if there was a Light or Dark Side. All that one just had to do was to survive and so they would. He was closing in slowly until as he was approaching he saw a face that practically made his jaw drop. The Gurlanin from last night was here in the club but this time wielded her blaster and wore some type of combat gear. His thoughts quickly snapped to her being a bounty hunter as well. And did not think twice before aiming his DL-44 Blaster at the woman. Saying over the loud music. "What the Kriff are you doing here..?" He said the blaster cocking as he looked to her a fierce look in his eyes bore into her own as if he was staring at her very soul.

[member="Mira Talus"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Bumping into another gyrating body, Mira almost flung them aside, her temper flaring.

I cannot lose sight of Stadler.

Untrained in the Force, she barely registered Zhorin’s aura. However, the heightened sense of smell from having caninae DNA transcended her human form, and out of all of the perfume, body odor and smoke from death sticks, she picked up a familiar scent.

What? It couldn’t be! With one trillion residents on Coruscant and the possibly one million nightclubs, cantinas, watering holes, dancing palaces… and he’s here?!?

Her legs felt wobbly all of a sudden, but her brown eyes did not waver from the Nagai. Zhorin however saw her and eventually sight, smell and caution converged in Mira’s brain and she whipped out her own blaster, pointing it right at the tall, dark-haired man - her one-night-stand from less than twenty-four hours before.

“I could ask the same thing,” she said as a few wary revelers ducked out of the way, though most just went on dancing as though a shootout was a common occurrence in Coruscanti Nights. She growled once through her teeth. “Out of my way though, Zhorin. I’m busy."

Of course Mira remembered his name. How could she forget it?

Wolves do mate for life after all.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

Zhorin kept his eyes on the She-Wolf. His blaster at the ready, his finger steady on the trigger. He needed that money and even though he was ready to take it. He couldn't bear to somehow pull the trigger just yet. He wanted the money but he couldn't even bear to shoot the trigger just yet. He was too kind-hearted even though he may go to great lengths to acquire the prize. Being right now in the form of the Nagai bounty. He couldn't bear to do it just yet especially to a woman he had connected with last night.

He still kept the blaster raised as he stared into her eyes despite the growl she gave, all in all in seemed that she didn't want to shoot him either. It didn't matter it seemed the both of them was a second away from putting a hole in their guts. But this didn't need to end in bloodshed. Zhorin didn't want that all he was here for was to take care of criminal scum. (Which had only seemed ironic since he was a criminal himself.) He wouldn't dare shoot this being in front of him right now.

He spoke firmly but with a hint of concern as he looked back and forth between the girl and his target. "You know I can't do that Mira... Looks like we both were on business eh." He said giving her a smirk and wink. Remembering when she asked if he was here, for business or pleasure last night. To add some lightheartedness he continued much more seriously. "Listen... I don't want to shoot you but I will if I have too. Listen we can both walk away with the money. We can split it you know. Both walk away happy. What do you say Mira?" He said giving her a light smile but still kept his blaster raised.

[member="Mira Talus"]

 

[Armand Temi]

As the music began to thump, the bass dropping, the crowd cheering as a the DJ played the first notes of a song which had graced the Coruscanti 100 for weeks now, Mira could feel the beat in her entire body.

The pounding stirred something primal in her. She blinked and scrunched up her nose to ward away the distraction of last night’s fresh memories, blaster still pointed at Zhorin.

“What business is that?” It had not dawned on her yet that he was after Wivern Stadler who was probably slipping away right now. And as she suspected, out of the corner of her eye the Nagai crime lady began to make her way to a blinking neon sign that read “EXIT.”

“Split what?” Realization began creeping in, and she continued in a more outraged grumble.

This is my livelihood after all. And staying alive means one day closer to finding Xakic’s killer. Hold it together, Mira.

“Don’t tell me you’re after Stadler too. And if so, she’s escaping while we stand here... doing whatever it is we're doing."

Pointing a blaster at the man you kissed the night before? There was really no good word in Basic that encapsulated it.

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]

 

[Zhorin Cenvax]

Zhorin almost laughed at the irony of the situation. Now here he was standing blaster in hand, in a nightclub with a fellow hunter who he had only slept with last night. Sounds like the opening of a bad joke if someone asked him. And she looked at him as if at first she had no idea what he was talking about. Until when she finally figured it out he laughed. Of course, they were both after the same bounty. Why else would he be pointing a blaster at her? Despite his attraction to her, and the memories from last night a job was a job.

When she said that the target was escaping. He couldn't help but groan and roll his eyes saying clearly irritated. "Just kark it.." He said before switching the blaster's sights from Mira to the Crime Lady that was escaping. He did not hesitate to pull the trigger. The blaster was fired and before the woman knew it she collapsed. He went over and made sure no one was looking, as he grabbed his vibroblade and grabbed a piece of proof. This time it was a finger in other hunts it could have been eyes, teeth, or other bits of flesh. They always needed proof to scan after all. Luckily for the both of them, the loud music drowned the sound of the blaster bolt. He smirked at her as his job was finished. "Okay, where were we?... Yes, now I remember alright listen. We have two options here we can split the money and walk away, or we can both try to get the money, for ourselves and both of us end up dead in the process... What do you say?"

He said fixing her a hard look wondering what her choice would be.


[member="Mira Talus"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Crazy! Lunacy! Clearly those Basic words described this situation.

Yet there was something thrilling about the way the evening began to take a turn. And something undeniably sexy the way Zhorin stood there, towering over her, hip cocked to one side. He was cute when he was annoyed, and suddenly the gurlanin was more distracted than ever.

Mother of Moons, Mira you want to have another go at him.

Pssshhhooommmm!

Zhorin hit Stadler who ungracefully tumbled into a group of colorful dancers. A growl formed in the back of her throat as she realized he’d gone right for the kill as she stood there ogling him. It was quite canine-like and Mira was impressed.

She glanced at the severed finger, grimacing slightly and asked, “Would you really split the credits with me?”

His words betrayed his stoic demeanor. Unless he was about to double-cross her, either now or somewhere down the line before they turned in their prize, she was surprised that he’d offered to share the bounty. “My benefactor said I could keep twenty percent of what Stadler has on her at the time of capture or death, plus any weapons or non-credit valuables. I think we should drag her body out of here and into the alley before someone else picks her clean."

[member="Zhorin Cenvax"]