Skeletons in the Closet (pm for invite)

[Kiandra Kinases]

Days had passed since Gor had taken Kiandra to Dagobah. Kiandra knew Gor wasn't to blame for the lies that were fed to her all her life. She sat alone in her apartment on Courascant staring at the clock. So many questions left unanswered. She questioned if the Hutt Cartel knew more than they let on. What was the point of it all? Kiandra had made a point of distancing herself from her father's old running buddies and even Gor. Who she imagined knew at least a little something about her father.... was he even her father...? She didn't know anymore. All the love she had ever felt she questioned now. Why was she stolen from Dathamore like a prisoner? And yet her "father" and everyone else in the cartel had treated her so well. She didn't get it. Why go to all the effort? She bitterly gritted her teeth at the realization... the Hutts would know. Nothing went under their noses.

She walked to the window and peered out as traffic buzzed beneath her room. She sighed, exhausted from all these new emotions. Usually a happy go lucky girl, betrayal had injured her psyche. She was bitter for the first time in her life. Her imaginary perfect world was just that... imaginary. She walked to her door and opened it slightly just peering out the crack. Gor was sitting in the hallway just outside her door, waiting for her to emerge from her recluse and the door opened completely.

"Kiantra!" The Yuzzem said in his broken basic. She scowled in response. "Kiantra! You mussEnt be hasdy. Fadher loved you very much." He bellowed. Kiandra remained silent. "Kiantra... Sure dere is logical ex...ex... exPLAN-nay-SHUN." He always had trouble with large words she was surprised that he managed to spit out 'logical'

"No!" She barked at the giant. "There isn't a logical explanation! I never knew my mother, Gor." She said looking at him sternly, making the over 8 foot beast look closer to 6. "I was raised by kriffing criminals! My entire life is a lie, Gor!"

Gor wasn't quite sure the proper decorum in this situation. He was a bodyguard assigned to Kiandra to keep her out of harms way. He didn't know anything about near-human girls and their moods. He did what he usually did, he remained silent.

Kiandra sighed, "I know you had nothing to do with it.... but what about Cross? Mr. X? Any of them?!" She said calming down for a moment only to pick back up again. Gor had been her protection for 7 years, and in that time he had become very much a family member to her. "Sempra? I bet that fat slimo knows a thing or two..." She looked up at Gor then out the window once more. She sighed again. "Gor, I love ya... but I'm going through some things right now." She jumped up and pecked Gor on the cheek and skipped toward the plasma window. She looked back to see Gor's confused face. She gave him one more of her famous smiles and a wink and said, "I really hope you don't get in trouble." She pushed the button next to the window making the plasma, holding the brisk air out, disappear. Kiandra leapt before Gor could react. She really hoped she timed it right....

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka sat in the backseat of the a Taxi speeder he had stolen. He had lowered the top so as to gain a better shot. He had been hired to kill the leader of a local gang. Every month the male would leave the extensive protections that lined his base of operations, and would appear at a local concert hall to preach about the greatness of his gang as well as give a show of power. An intimidation move designed to quell rebellion.

However, the man had gone to far at some point which is what had caused Xavka to be where he was now. The wife of his client, someone who rebelled against the gang leader, had been found assaulted and murdered in a back ally near the client's home, with a message from the gang leader himself carved into her back.

Xavka was currently wearing his usual black jacket and trousers while his feet were wrapped in brown cloth around the centre of the foot. Around his waist was a chain whip while, at his side, was a wooden cane. On his right leg was a pouch containing his close-range assassination weapons, while in his hands was his weapon of choice for his current job.

Adjusting his slugthrower rifle, Xavka aimed the scope at the stage the gang leader was currently on after taking into account what wind there was. Taking a deep he loaded an incendiary round and aimed at the centre of the man's chest. After taking one more breath, Xavka stopped breathing and squeezed the trigger, just as a body landed in next to him.

The sudden appearance jolted him and altered his angle. With a bright muzzle flash and a loud crack, the slug left the bullet and travelled at high speed towards the concert hall to fly in-between the man's legs, neutering him. "Oops." Xavka's tone was bland as he quickly reloaded and fired again, this time hitting his target's head. That done he turned to face his passenger.

[member="Kiandra Kinases"]

 

[Kiandra Kinases]

Kianda fell into the open hatch screaming with a mixture of fear and jubilation. She loved the rush she got from it all. When she landed she looked over her person and checked for any injuries. She was fine. She looked up to see a Zabrak firing into a crowd of people. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" She squealed on the verge of tears witnessing the violence. She began slapping at the Zabrak trying to push him out of the vehicle in self-preservation. This was hardly something she had expected. She expected she'd land in some cool guy's speeder and he'd take her away from all this crud in her life and treat her like a princess. Kiandra was very lucky and to survive the fall at all was a feat of sheer luck... she was simply getting greedy with wanting to be swept off her feet by some handsome prince.

It was about this time where Kiandra remembered she wasn't a helpless princess but a former mob bosses daughter trained in Echani Martial arts. She was so used to being protected she forgot she could do for herself. She looked up at him with tears still in her eyes and started to say something, "I-I...." And that was when she executed a near perfect throat jab. This maneuver was designed to target breathing tubes and blood vessels in the opponents neck, stunning them temporarily due to lack of oxygen or blood to the brain. Her personal trainer would've been so proud.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka raised a brow at the woman that had just appeared next to him and had immediately began to slap him. Ignoring the weak attacks for now he looked up to try and see where she had fallen from while at the same time he quickly dismantled his rifle. "I-I...." He turned to face the woman when she began to stutter, only to receive a strike to his throat. He felt his breathing stop for a moment as his vision swam, stunning him for a fraction of a moment before his training instincts reacted. So as to prevent the strike from being taken advantage off, Xavka's arm also lashed out and gripped the woman around her throat before his body pitched forwards, pinning her.

He stayed still for a moment while he caught his breath. "In Amina's name, woman. What the kark was tha-" He stopped short when peculiar smell began to fill his nose. For a moment his mind was lost in a haze, unable to focus on anything but the enticing scent that was triggering the reaction. Unknown to him he had begun to growl softly from the back of his throat.

Sharply shaking his head, Xavka pushed himself back from the woman. He snarled at the woman once he was as far from her as he could make himself. "Don't you come near me!" His tone was harsh and clipped as he focussed on not loosing himself in the scent that still curled around him. "Who are you anyway?"


[member="Kiandra Kinases"]

 

[Kiandra Kinases]

She sat there with her eyes wide. She sat there relatively calmly, with her hands folded in her lap. She grasped at her throat where his hand had been. No one had ever touched her like that before. She looked back up to see if she could see Gor then over the side of the vehicle seeing if there was another ride she could catch down below things were getting a little bit too weird for her.

"Um..." She started a little taken aback by all of it. How quickly the Zabrak was able to brush aside a murder and being punched in the throat. She pondered if she should use her real name. Chances were this was another hired thug that worked for Sempra but if that were the case, chances were he would've already recognized her.

"I don't talk to murderers...." She said gazing off to the nearest platform. Chaos consumed it due to the assault moments ago. "I mean strangers." Which was something worth clarifying because she knew a lot of murders closely. Then again she was usually a jovial person and did in fact speak with several strangers on a regular basis. "I mean strange murderers." She looked down at her nails thinking that calling him a murderer wasn't the best course of action considering she still sat in the car with him. She bit at the side of her cheek nervously.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka couldn't stop the chuckle at the woman's cute mannerisms. ('Not cute, annoying. ANNOYING. Just bare it out, remember, the start of the pheromone link is the hardest to ignore. All this means nothing!') "Well then, it seems that we might have a communication break down, my dear." He kept his voice as clam as he could so as to not reveal the turmoil inside of his. "Which might be a problem soon."

Placing the components of the rifle in the bag at his feet, Xavka withdrew a chunk of explosives, a detonator and a datapad. After tapping the datapad for a short while he replaced it in the bag and turned his attention to the explosives. "Because the flash from my rifle would have alerted that scum's gang to this location." He fixed the explosives to the side of the taxi just as an empty airspeeder drew up beneath them. "So, you are left with three options. One, you come with me, I blow the taxi and remove all evidence of our being here. Two, you stay here while I leave, the gang catches you, blames you and does unspeakable things to you." Here he paused as a deep scowl grew on his lips, formed for two different and yet similar reasons, one being that he didn't want anyone to touch her but him ('No you don't it's just the link.') and two being that he didn't want any woman to be touched in that manner. Shaking his head so as to focus, Xavka began to speak again. "Option three, you stay here while I go, I detonate the charges, erasing all evidence of my presence and you die."

By now he had set the charges and primed them and have turned his attention to the ('Beautiful.) woman that had fallen out of the sky. "And you're gonna have to speak to me to tell me your choice."


[member="Kiandra Kinases"]
OOC Note:

Spoiler

Sorry if this isn't that good, I couldn't think of much more to write.

 

[Kiandra Kinases]

A dribble of sweat began to bead at the sight of the demolitions. Kiandra wondered what gang it was, more than likely they'd worship the ground she walked on. Though she was trying to escape it all. She needed space from all that but [member="Xavka Duquo"] hadn't given her much reason to trust him. All she knew about him was that he was a horrid man that didn't respect life. And that was saying something, Kiandra always saw the good in everyone.

She half wished she was back home with Gor. "I'll come, but I'm not staying in your company long." She said behind an intense glare. She began clambering over him and into the other vehicle.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Yellow eyes widened as the woman began to clamber over Xavka and into his current method of transportation. However, said eyes soon fell into a half-lidded position and a low growl began to rumble from the back of his throat as the woman's pheromones swirled around him, tainting the air in such a beautiful. He stayed in that state for a good few moments before being able to surface from the sea of fog that clouded his mind every time the ... wonderful smell invaded his senses. Xavka shook his head again as he fought to stop himself from sliding into the blissful fog once again.

Focusing his mind, Xavka finished priming the last explosive charge. Grunting in satisfaction after double checking his work and making sure to remove everything important, Xavka jumped across the gap between the Taxi and his airspeeder. "Fasten up. We're getting out of here fast."

Very quickly he made the 'speeder drop the skies of Coruscant. Other 'speeders became blurs as the altitude dropped at an increasing speed and the wind howled in his ears. The whole time Xavka kept his face blank and emotionless, making no reaction to the perilous events that would occur if he lost control of the 'speeder in any manner, no matter how small. Once the 'speeder had descended close to the slums of Curoscant, the lowest levels, Xavka triggered the detonator while bringing the vehicle to park after slowing down rapidly.

He parked the speeder outside of a cantina before jumping out. Before leaving, he reached down an grabbed the arm of his passenger. "Come along. I've got a meeting to get to and I'm not letting you out of my sight until I know that silence about the job you witnessed is guaranteed." Peace said, he guided the woman into the cantina with a firm grip, only pausing to pass the bouncer a token which allowed his immediate admittance.


[member="Kiandra Kinases"]

Spoiler

Sorry if the quality of this post is low. I couldn't think of that much to include.

 

[Kiandra Kinases]

She listened and buckled up. The speeder dipped into a nosedive and she screamed. Her scream turned into a full on laugh, she loved this sort of danger. She had been so lucky her entire life she expected that she was in fact invincible. By the time they landed she was in tears with laughter.

"Woo.... erm.... herrrrmmmm." She inhaled deeply then exhaled to calm herself down and get back to the business at hand. She pretended that the fall wasn't fun, though the redness in her cheeks told another story. She giggled every now and then. When they approached the bouncer she covered her face with her hand. No doubt the cartel was already looking for her, and a seedy cantina like this one was sure to house cartel associates.

"Um..." She started, "I probably shouldn't be here." She whispered loudly to [member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka turned and rose an eyebrow at the now shy woman. A smirk lifted at his lips as he stopped just inside of the cantina, yellow eye scanning quickly for the man he was supposed to be meeting here. "Probably shouldn't be here?" He echoes what she had said while leading her to an empty booth that sat in one of the shadowed corners of the run down building after a brief not to a man leaning against the bar. "Has someone been bad?" He chuckled hoarsely as he realised what he had said and understood how bad of an attempted pun it was.

Reaching the booth, he gently lowered the woman down into it, making sure to prevent opening up any holes for her to slip through as he did so. Despite the instinctive response to keep her near so as to let no other male come close to her, a response trigger by the first stage of the Tai'Shan Kal, Xavka wanted to keep her close for a separate reason, the same one he had given the woman outside. Xavka specialised on operating from obscurity and he would have to keep an eye on her until he was sure that she would not be running. Once the woman was seated, Xavka dropped down next to a settled in to await for his contact to arrive.

While he waited Xavka kept glancing around the room, looking for beings who either matched the descriptions of targets he had chosen or looked like they were in the same profession as most of his targets. Slavery. As a Zabrak, slavery was naturally abhorrent to Xavka. To him the thought of forcing a being into direct and submissive servitudes of another was not to be done, as it stripped the enslaved being of their honour and forced them to grovel at the feet of the truly dishonourable one. The thought of slavery was made even worse in Xavka's mind by the fact that at one point he too had been a slave.

A growl rumbled from within Xavka's throat suddenly for two different reasons. One was that he was growing impatient for the meeting to start, the longer he was here the more likely he was to be recognised or the more likely he would be involved in something that drew attention. The other reason was that, while he had been able to distract himself for a short while, the pheromones the woman was unwittingly releasing were beginning to overwhelm him again. He cast around for something to before realising that he was calling his companion: 'the woman' and 'her'.

Turning slightly he faced the woman and spoke. "Terrible sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners. The name's Xavka, na yot meni res'yide het dou jenor shuree keyn. May I know yours?"


[member="Kiandra Kinases"]
Translations:

Spoiler

Tai'Shan Kal = Bond Mate Ceremony
na you meni res'yide het dou jenor shuree keyn = and that is all you need to know

OOC Note:

Spoiler

Sorry for taking so long to post.

 

[Kiandra Kinases]

"Has someone been bad?"

Was he hitting on her? Kiandra wondered as his acted rather idiotically brushing off her warnings. "Um... no I...." She was inturupted by the strange gurling in the Zabrak's throat. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on there. "I... um..."

"Terrible sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners. The name's Xavka, na yot meni res'yide het dou jenor shuree keyn. May I know yours?"

She nodded, "Yeah... I'm Kiandra Kinases." She said as if he should have heard of her name. As if he should've known the poodoo he was about to be in because he had just kidnapped the princess of the underworld.... you know, if the underworld had a royal hierarchy. And truly he didn't kidnap her, but chances are that was how it was going to be viewed. "...Daughter of Konicek Kinases." Even though he was long dead his name still rang loud with the Hutts, whihch is why she had always been so well taken care of. Half of em feared he'd come back from the dead and send blaster bolts where the sun didn't shine. Konicek was always known for his ruthlessness so when he did die horridly =, it almost came as no surprise.

She batted her long eyelashes and threw up her hands, "Sorry." She mouthed without actually using her voice.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka let out a brief bark of laughter as Kiandra's comment sank in. Here he was, sitting with the daughter of the unofficial king of the underworld, the man who still struck fear into many even after passing over into Vysh's domain, almost corralling her to follow him. How surreal. "You have got to be the most interesting person I've met who has literal fallen out of the sky and into my life. yet. Not that that's hard, cause you're the only one, but still..." He barked out a short burst of laughter again at how weird the situation was.

However, the chuckling died immediately as a cloaked figure approached the table. It was the ring on the figure's blue hand that caught his attention. The ring was a plain silver band with makings engraved in it, rather plain really, what caught his attention was that it was a match for the ring he wore, a replica that he handed to his clientele so that he wouldn't attack them if they approached him.

"Is it done?" The male asked the question as he slide into the booth opposite Xavka, who held one hand outstretched. When the replica ring was deposited in that hand, he placed the ring in a pouch tied to his belt before talking. "It's done. The el tlua is dead as we agreed. Now, payment?" The male reached into his robes, from which he withdrew a credit chip which quickly changed hands. "Me and my daughter thank you for avenging my wife." The man gave a quick bow before hurrying out of the cantina, keeping the meeting how Xavka liked them; short, sweet and to the point.

Xavka continued to stay sitting, even as his, now former, client ran left the cantina. He would, as usual, sit there for a random amount of time before leaving, allowing his former client to gain a head start before leaving, so that they didn't travel together. Turning back towards Kiandra, Xavka quirked a brow. "Where was I again?"


[member="Kiandra Kinases"]