Private Spare Me A Ship?

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Spaceport​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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It had been a long night for Nichos.​

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Ever since his ship was destroyed, the Bounty Hunter struggled to get around the galaxy often taking cheap freighters to get around. It was a nice method of transportation, if you didn't mind the cramp conditions, the rude as hell stewards and the fracking crying babies. Nichos hated children stemming back from his days living at the orphanage, he remembered barely sleeping because of the babies that were bought cried all night. Their screams echoing in the hallway, Nichols wondered if his violent tendencies stemmed from not being able to get proper rest or it was just amplified. Either way though, it cemented Nichos' hatred for kids if he could get away with it he would jettison the kids into the nearest Sun.​

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Still not being able to have your own ship was an absolute misery and it even cut into Nichos' pay. Usually Bounty Hunter ships had holds in which they can encase their bounties into Carbonite. It was easier for transportation and you don't have to hear them run their mouths on how they have credits hidden somewhere in the nearest Asteroid or some chit like that. Without a ship, it was going to be difficult to get any thing done and when a Bounty Hunter isn't well equipped then the less clients they get and the less clients they have the more chitty jobs they have to do like beat up old people in order for them to pay their rent. The ride back to Couruscant was a drag as Nichos grabbed his helmet and lumbered over to the nearest bar spending what little credits he had on Alcohol and Spicesticks. Mother Sorsen would tell Nichos that drugs are a vice that can lead to an early grave. If she was alive, Nichos would tell her that it was better to die with a stomach full of beer and two Twileak babes on his arms. That to him was living.​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming


"....shiet." She cussed, when she realized two people were tailing her. Her suspicion arose when she were up a few levels, before descending to the lower levels. Sure enough, the same two people she took to spotting earlier, were steadfast tracking her one level after another. They were good at keeping their distance, but after 40 or so levels with many twists and turns, they couldn't avoid her making them out at least 3 times in the course of the day. It weren't sloppy work on their part, just that the probability factor of statistics had them underestimate her perception...and excellent peripheral. One could almost swear the girl had eyes for ears sometimes. It was also as to the reason she were as good a pilot as she were...keen eyesight.

Marina had been on Coruscant 3 days now, trying to find out if that witch had returned to her lair... her company building. The witch of course were none other than her bestie's evil twin doppelganger... Veronika Fleischer. Oh what an evil witch she was.
But why would someone like Marina come to Coruscant to seek a witch...evil as she may be in her eyes?

As it was, this witch Veronika, happened to be the sole proprietor of Chrisyakova Fashion It's headquarters situated smack in the middle of Coruscant's Fashion District.
As to the why Marina seeked this Veronika; Her goal were to find her and thus also find what had become of her bestie, Mariya Fleischer . Marina had discovered many months earlier that the two were identical siblings. This came about during that identity crisis mistaking Veronika for Mariya, her bestie.
That first encounter went horribly awry by all accounts for Marina, nearly escaping Veronika's wrath in one piece.
This mistaken identity mishap had also revealed that neither of the siblings knew of the other's existence.
That is, not until Marina inadvertently brought upon that revelation. As it turned out, this Veronika had it in her mind to be the only Fleischer in existence to bear that mug...her features.

With the sudden disappearance of both sisters, Marina suspected foul play from the witch Veronika.

Now many months later and with her bestie missing, Marina were back on Coruscant and looking for answers.
Currently Marina had found herself out of many options by the 3nd day, in trying to gain entrance to the Chrisyakova building. Her many attempts in gaining access had all gone bust.
And in her efforts, she inadvertently had attracted some interest from who-knows-who... maybe even from the witch.

Marina found herself 40-something levels below the more affluent upper surface district, trying her best in shaking the two tails she seemed to have acquired.

The lower levels were known even to her as The Underworld. But what choice did she have? Then again, one dead end after another led her further down the levels. Still, not shaking them off her tail.

In one last ditch effort, Marina decided to slip into one of the underground dives...The Dirt Club.

It weren't so much as a seedy place really. Not to her at least. Marina had in fact been down these avenues before under similar circumstances...only that no one had been following.
But this day, two did.

It took a moment for her eyes to acclimate to the club which included various bars, booths and small stages which happened to be featuring dancing Twi'leks.
Marina were looking for a grif, a means of using someone here that looked menacing enough to deter whomever they were that were tailing her. She could maybe pass that person off as a boyfriend or whatever...

Sure enough, there was quite a variety of these ruffians about. Many were in groups and very rowdy. They seemed more dangerous than the one's following her.
Looking...looking...
Looking around she came upon one loner that for the most part fit the profile.

Marina took a deep breath, summing up her nerves and taking that moment to get into character. She never had done this...ever. But she seen plenty of holo-film noir...mostly all foreign works to this Alderaanii who was completely out of her element.

"Ok...come on, Marina...you can do this...
Be that girl..." She told herself as she made a beeline to the table, withdrawing something out of her jean pocket.

The very instant she sat down next to the man, Marina slipped her cortosis credit card under the man's drink coaster.
"Please, don't shoo me away....I need you to be my boyfriend for a while.
You can order anything you like... really. The card is good. It's mine and...and I can make it worth your while, even. Just please make like you know me...." Her voice pleaded, while faking a happy-to-see-you-again smile.

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Spaceport​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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Nichos eyelids were starting to feel heavy as though a Rancor was forcibly closing them. How many drinks did he had? Eight? Twelve? Who knows really? After a chitty journey back to Coruscant all Nichos wanted to do was to drink his problems away even if it cost him the rest of his credits. Alcohol had been his best friend during these trying times, it helped him when he was first kicked out of UNICOM and it was helping him now. Who needs to use the invisible entity known as the Force to clear your mind when Alcohol is more efficient? "Solitude," Nichos chuckled to himself hearing the explosions and small arms fire. He was back on the battlefield, a sergeant leading his Driods and troops into battle against the Mandos. The screams of the dying and howling of pain was like music to Nichos ears. When he first enlisted in the CIS that what he truly started living.​

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Just then a slap on the table snapped Nichos out of his fruitful sleep. "What the frack?!" The Bounty Hunter blinked a few times just to see a credit chit on his table. His vision adjusted to see a young blonde woman staring desperately pleading to be her..... boyfriend? "Boyfriend?" Nichos shook his head putting the credit chit in his pocket. "All right sweetheart, who's chasing you? And if you want them dead that'll cost ya extra."​

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Nichos has been in the business long enough to know what's going on?​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming

Marina had recognized the type... mercenary kind, burly (with enough hair to make a Wookie tremble), and able to lay the hammer down without so much as raising an eyebrow.
~wrong~
The girl was just unlucky at being a good judge of character. She had picked from spotting a bigger man than the two whom were on her tail and rolled her dice. Snake yes... like her bewildered eyes coming upon the fact that this man, a ruffian by his own right were some kind of hit man or worse.

"Dead?" Marina nearly chocked on her word.
"No no no...I don't want anyone dead... I just-" But that were all she could get out before spotting the two creeps that had been following her.

"Shoot!..." She blurted out unconsciously upon making them out through the smoke laden lounge.
"..er, no no, strike that." Realizing maybe using that phrase at this time with this man would not be a good choice.
".... I mean, no shooting...no trouble. I just need you to act like my boyfriend so that they could leave me alone s'all." Marina scooted over closer to the man, suddenly bursting out with a hardy chuckle as if the killer elite she were with (her big burly touch boyfriend) had made her laugh.
Of course she put her hand on his arm to emphasize how good a time she were having with her guy.

"Hahaha.... er, seriously, I don't know why they are following me or for what reason... Hahaha, Oh Berkana you're so funny. And those thugs never got back up?...Hahaha.... please...please just play along. It'll just be till I can get myself back up to the surface without them following me... Hahaha..."

Just then a Twi'lek...one of the lounge's waitress came over, and asked what were she having. Incidentally when the Twi'lek came over to them, she momentarily blocked their view of the two men.
"Uhm...anything.... beer...scotch... what he's having...double it.." Marina replied getting the waitress to move on and out of the way. But in the smoke filled lounge, and where she last spotted the two....they were no longer in sight.

Marina didn't realize she tightened her grip on the man's arm, she were now more nervous than ever. The two men were in the bar...but where?



Nichos Velt

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Spaceport​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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Well Bounty Hunters weren't contracted assassins but considering the worried look on the young woman's face it seems that either there was somebody hitting on her or somebody put a hit on her. "Yeah?" Nichos said. Feeling a little uncomfortable around her. "Who is they precisely?" The Bounty Hunter briefly looked around the area finding nobody of interest or at least anyone who looked menacing. It was the same bunch of people who just wanted to drink after days being stuck in space.​

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The bartender raised an eyebrow before pouring the blonde woman a glass of beer. Already Nichos sighed part of him wanting to get up and leave but since she paid him, might as well act the part. "Alright....." Nichos said rolling his eyes. "I need to know my pretend girlfriend's name," Already he felt less like a Bounty Hunter and more like a Gigolo. Believe or not there were actually women who wanted rugged individuals like him it was quite fascinating but Nichos preferred a profession where he could kill things and cause a lot of damage. Flirting with women were more of a stress reliever for him.​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant Underworld
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming

Who were they? Marina had a good guess...but then again, maybe not.
Sure there was the probability of the witch sending her henchmen to tail her or what-not. But her experience with Veronika last time kinda didn't fit her profile in doing so. Veronika had engaged her first hand...had even gone through some great lengths and murdering a bouncer to cover her tracks. maybe...maybe they weren't sent by Veronika. It was not an easy call.

"I...I don't know. They could have been sent by anyone..." She replied, eyes desperately scanning the smoke filled lounge. That were more of a possibility, as she had caused much trouble for both the sith and the First Order with her escapades...her engagements in providing humanitarian aid to those systems under the sith and FO oppressions.
It could be that her luck had run dry in evading their notice.
Then again... hell if she knew who them two tailing her were.

"So....so, you're cool in playing along?..." Marina then said when he asked her name. Her attention returned to the man, searching his dark orbs to see if he were sincere...or even trustworthy. Damn, he were hard to read. But then again, she were a bad judge of character.
The way those two had been tailing her...leading her in a way to dead ends where she had to go deeper and deeper down below so many levels... they could have been corralling her right to this guy.

"Uhm... it's uhm..." Marina wasn't sure if she should give him her name. Damn, she had been so riled up trying to evade them that she were feeling a bit paranoid. Yes, she realized she were paranoid. But seriously, the odds of them funneling her to this man were...well, it were improbable. So she gambled.

"M...Mar.....Margie." Ok, Margie what? She was stomped a second trying to come up with a last name. Hell if she would give her real name to him. Not yet anyhow...
"M...Margie Glassware..." Ooo....maybe she shouldn't have looked away from the man's eyes and on to the beer glass the waitress just plopped on their table.


Nichos Velt

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Spaceport​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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"Yeah sure," Nichos shrugged leaning against the desk. "You've paid me after all might as well be your male escort." Part of him didn't trust this woman. But she looked desperate judging by how fidgety she was, it was a natural reaction for Nichos to be suspicious considering he got ripped off as a Bounty Hunter by clients or lead to traps by honeypots in the strip clubs. If she does something of the sorts, well Nichos has his trusty blaster to take care of the issue.​

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"What did you do?" Nichos asked motioning for the bartender to refill his drink. Normally he wouldn't care, but given the rather unusual circumstances of the job at the very least the Bounty Hunter needs to know who is he up against. "Don't worry I won't judge ya, I'm your payroll so anything you say won't affect me. I've heard all of the fracked up things people do."​

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Massacres, slavery it did weigh on Nichos much to his surprise but credits were credits so might as well take it and shut up. A a cold chuckle left Nichos' mouth when the woman introduced herself as Margie? Yeah that's her real name, more like it was made up on the fly. "If that's your real name," Nichos said. "Then the name is Nick, stay close to me and make no sudden moves."​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant Underworld
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming

"N...nuttin... " Marina quietly replied before clearing her throat. "Aherm... nothing.." Well she had several hundreds of possible reasons the sith, FO and possibly even that witch that Marina had pissed off that had wanted to put a stop to her meddling and what-not. "I really can't say as to why..." She weren't lying.

If there was any time she needed to quench her thirst, it were at the moment shegave him a faux name.
~gulp~gulp~ She wet her throat with the ale. "Why wouldn't it be?..." Lying were never a good trait for her. It gave Marina a dry throat. "Margie's a nice name..." it were as good as any..no? Berkana (her deity) she hoped so. It wouldn't do well, to lie to a man of his character, especially if he found his self being duped.

Marina put her glass down.
"Nick..." she tried out the name, taking a moment from looking around, to see if she could size the man up. he were a Big Guy...muscle in terms of where they were right now.
Well, it were all she could think of, other than that he, like her, could be using an alias.
" ..Ok, Nick it is then.." Sure, why not right? Like, maybe he were wanted in several systems and were hiding down these levels, burrowing his self deep in Coruscant's Underworld from the law-

"Stop it...
Stop it, Marina. You came over to him, remember... " she had to say to herself to calm her nerves. This man had not been following her. She could have picked anyone in the bar...anyone.
Well, he were going to play the role...her boyfriend.

"I'm not looking to do anything stupid, if that's what you mean.
I could stick like glue to you... just help me get back to my ship.... s'all I'm asking. " She then said, lightly gesturing with her index up. Her ship were on the surface....40+ something city levels up.


Nichos Velt

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Spaceport​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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"I don't know," Nichos took a long sip into the cold and frothy Beer. "With the way you scrunched your face it indicates that you were thinking about it. Usually names come out right away like an autonomic response, but just so you know I don't give a chit you're fine with me considering the fact that you paid."​

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Nichos sipped some more Beer his tongue taking in the cold flavor of it. From the corner of his eyes he kept watch towards anyone who dare make a move on her. So far nobody dared to bite, the woman did mention that she had a ship and based on her look it was a long way up. "All right," he said. "Lead me to your ship but don't walk far off, can't protect ya if you gonna run. Act casual and don't talk to anyone but me."​

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Whoever these guys were, they got Maggie spooked Nichos wondered who they were.​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant Underworld
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming
Tagging: Nichos Velt

"Uhm...yea..
But...but maybe I were thinking of not giving you my real name for the moment. I was thinking something like....like, Sue....Agatha...you know?" She swallowed hard, as she realized maybe she should just pipe her vocals shut for she were digging herself in more web of deception.

"Margie... just lets leave it at Margie.... and you, Nick." Marina lowered her gaze. She really did have difficulties lying into anyone's eyes.

Taking a good sweep of the smoky lounge, she got up with her new cover boyfriend.
She definitely were nerved up due to the fact that the two men were no longer in sight. But then again, she had happened on spotting them on just two occasions. The two men following her had been good at their role...she had just gotten lucky before. They could be anywhere, she thought...anywhere....

Coruscant Underworld...
They were 40 something or more levels below the upper surface of the city...the Fashion District.
Marina instinctively looked up once she followed Nick out the Dirt Club the shady lounge they were in. Through the haze, steam and smoke there was no way one could see any daylight, let alone stars down this deep below the city. Incidently it were daylight on the surface, although where they were seemed more like midnight.

~Bump~
" Oops.... er, sorry." She apologized to Nick, as she had bumped right into him while looking up a moment.

They were back outside in the lower street. Marina took to staying close to the man...maybe too close. But it weren't just because she were paranoid, just that she really didn't know how to act as having a boyfriend. Like, they certainly weren't going to hold hands...that was ..that was for picnics and walking along the banks of a Riviera or beach...Oh, she so loved the beach.
But this were neither. They were in the underworld of Coruscant. No hand holding. She knew that much.
Bummer...

"Uhm, say Nick... " Nope, she couldn't hold her trap shut too long.
"Noticed you're like kinda tall..." An understatement, as she were a waif compared to the muscle. Still, big was safe. The man definitely provided her with cover for sure. Just that she were still outside most of the shelter envelope of the man.
"In a good...strong way, I mean..."
Although she was in very good physical shape, just not an amazon like the women maybe Nick usually had his arms around.

"Got to thinking maybe... aherm.... you could like maybe...if you want...you know.... put your arm around me.
To.... uhm..aherm " She cleared her throat more.
"To make us look more the part... the one we're playing.."

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Underworld​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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There was a reason why Nichos only messed with prostitutes, being a relationship was not only feasible due to his work as a Bounty Hunter but also he just didn't like dealing other people's emotions long term. It was better to be detached from a job that way when you don't have to take on emotional turmoil like relationship problems or just popping off the head of said girlfriend's relative. The only thing that rules the Bounty Hunter business is Credits. Nichos did his best to make sure that his job revolved on getting paid. "Sure," Nichos immediately wrapped his arm around Marina holding her close. It was done in a mechanical manner like a BX Commando Droid attempting to bear hug their opponent​

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"Think of her as a Twileak Dancer," Nichos thought as he loosened his grip. "So how far away is your ship?" Nichos asked looking around for anyone who would be stupid enough to pull out their blasters in front thousands. "And are you sure you're being followed?"​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant Underworld
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming
Tagging: @ Nichos Velt


"Gasp.." Oh Berkana she were almost crushed between his hand and torso, he had reached over and pulled her so hard to him that it could be said it felt more a crush, than a warm hug.
But no sooner she felt herself hit the wall (Nick), he let up enough for her not to panic. Seemed he had little management skills in taking a woman under his arm. At least someone like her.

Marina momentarily looked up, nervous smile which soon relaxed to one of relief. She were not used to being man handled like that. But more were at stake than her virtues at this time and place...and that were deep under Coruscant's Underworld.

"Aherm.." She cleared her throat, getting over the initial rough handling. Well what did she expect, a tough guy with kid gloves?... apparently not.
"Don't really know at the moment" She took to peeking back.
"...but if they had followed me down this rabbit hole..." Marina made like she were just looking around at the wild subterranean streets. Sure there were eyes on her... for she were like a stray sheep among wolves down here. Then they eyed the hulk, the alpha male she were with...his property as they understood it. Their eyes looked away, lest they come on as challenging the beast.

"...I would think now they'd be more covert in their stalk, seeing that I'm no longer alone." She reasoned, trying to keep up with the man's stride. It weren't that he were in a rush. It were just that for every 5 steps, she'd be at 5.

"Anywho... it's up on the surface level. The Fashion District... my ship." Marina kept her tone low, so as not to have any passerby's ear pick up where they were heading.

True they were 40 + something street levels below the grater city's surface. But it were not anything like 40 floors, no. Each level had at one time been Coruscant's surface and it meant that it had high rises. High rises that were eventually constructed over by a new level. Each and every time a new level were built over the pre-existing one it were not a mere few hundred meters but averaged in kilometers as the previous levels still had to have their skyscrapers encapsulated. In reality 40+ levels actually could be 20+ kilometers deep.

They'd have a long way to ascend, in order to reach the surface and her ship.

Sure enough, out of sight, but not out of mind...two shadowy figures at a block's distance, seemed to reflect their trek toward one of the old taller buildings which extended up to the next level....

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Underworld​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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"Well stick with me," Nichos mumbled as they waded through the crowd. "I'll protect you blonde." Honestly Nichos has done stalking before and she's right but only to a certain extent. Nichos had done some spying of his own before and having two bodyguards didn't mean chit to him. Maybe change his approach but it didn't make him extra cautious if these men valued credits then human lives then they wouldn't care about this as well.​

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"Doubtful they'll change their tactics," he said. "Do you know how to fight Margie?" If that was her real name which was obviously not. "Whoever these people are they have their credits and they'll do whatever it takes to put you down."​

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And put Nichos down but thankfully Margie paid up so might as well put Red Menace to good use. Plus it was enough to get a first ride out of Coruscant. "We're gonna need to find a shortcut," he said. "Thankfully I know a few routes."​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Coruscant Underworld
Ship: Corellian YG-4210 Light Freighter
Wearing: Slumming
Tagging: @ Nichos Velt


"Fight?... " her eyes ever scanning their route.

"Nooo, I'm more good at flight than fight...and I'm not meaning flying." she replied apologetically.
It were true. Marina were a pacifist, who could not bring herself to harming others, let alone think of harming others....even in self defense.

But she were no damsel in distress-
Ok, so maybe this round, like so many other predecessors did put her on that list. Still, she never ran away from danger when it involved innocents, children and those whom were bullied. Just that she weren't too good at protecting herself.

"Look....
I...I know I came to you... kind of begged you to be my escort-..er, no no...I mean like a body guard." She took a second to look up at the man leading her. he didn't seem phased in what she were saying. Did it matter?
Yes, she thought it did. She were a person. He SHOULD care...no?

Maybe not. he were pretty much a hired gun so to speak. Speaking of guns..
Marina realized that hard thing she were feeling, being that this Nick had his arm around her like she were that pretend girlfriend...that it were some kind of weapon...a blaster most likely.

"Nick.... I know I may sound out of my mind...but if it's credits you're short of, I've got plenty to cover. Just..
Just please...please, whatever happens...please don't kill anyone?" Yep, one crazy blonde with who knows who tailing her for whatever reason, didn't want anyone hurt.

"Seriously... I'll cover you for the effort. There is never a need to truly come to shedding blood-" And that were that, before...

! CRASH ! ...glass and body crashing just in front of them.
A Rodian came crashing out of one of the bar windows backwards, like there was a brawl going on inside (typical in the Underground) just two meters where they stood.

"Eeek... OMG!.." Marina jumped back screaming in surprise.

In that instant, one of the larger speeder sedans swerved out of traffic lane and nearly side swiped her body guard as it spun out of control...seemingly.

It were a rouse.

On cue, two goons whom had looked like 10 other street loiterers, suddenly rushed over and grabbed Marina, before that first swerving sedan smashed into the same bar front after missing Nick.

"Ack...let go of me!"

Then a second sedan with it's two slider doors fully open came to an immediate halt just behind them all. It were no doubt a staged kidnap.

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Underground​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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"Can't make any promises," Nichos said slowly rubbing the handle of Red Menace. He was a professional after all, even though the Bounty Hunter favored the more direct approach, he is capable of hand to hand combat. It was something retained since he was a child living in the orphanage, Nichos was often bullied, poked and prodded by bigger children. They would receive a good old beat down by that scrawny kid who then ate their candy covered Apples. It was those same skills that bought him success fighting toe to toe against the Mandos during the war. "It's your credits," he wanted to say but an explosion put away those thoughts.​

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"Chit!" Nichos turned his head as the glass in front him and Margie broke Nichos found himself on the floor as multiple men came in and took Margie away.​

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"Sorry assholes!" Nichos said getting up. "She's already taken!"​

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Running up to them, Nichos immediately punched a thug pulling Margie in the back of the head. He fell down writhing in pain. "Get behind me!" The Bounty Hunter yelled at the young blonde, blocking a blow before landing a right hook to his jaw.​

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[Marina DeVoe]

Kicking and screaming these goons had prepared for. Marina's feeble attempts at struggling were met with a hypo... a second before the goon were cracked at the back of his skull with Nick's fist of fury.

Marina managed to stagger enough for nick to pull her away and get her behind him. But the effects of what they had injected in the blond soon turned the entire street into a kaleidoscope of fuzzy lights and shadows before she thumped like a rag doll to the ground just behind Nick.

She had been waiting to hear word of her friend. Marina were atop her mountain home on Alderaan when her grandfather entered her room with the message 'Your friend called..'
It were all it took for her to speed down to the valley to embrace her bestie. She had missed her friend Mariya Fleischer .
What followed were one haphazard gettogether, typical of the two who were more kindred spirit of sisters than friends.
Marina were so happy to have found her bestie...so...so happy...

Slowly she came out of the induced drug. Shadows and light gradually taking form and shape as well as inaudible sounds coming into focus.
"Gasp!..." Marina were alarmed discovering a strange man, looking down on her lying down in a bed!

"Who ..who are-...." a flood of memories suddenly came back. It were Nick...the hired boy friend...the brawly man who-
...who had apparently saved her from those goons in the street.
She knew him...she had met him at the bar...

"Nick?... you're Nick." Marina said managing to sit up. The room was -...was some dingy hotel room...one of old. It were barely furnished, giving clue as to not being the man's apartment or anything more than a place he had apparently taken her.
She realized what had happened, barely feeling the hypo.

"Just...just give me a second..." She jutted out her hand for him not to help her, as she put her feet on the old floor.
"...I remember..." The window attracted her attention...the neon lights from across the way..the tall dark building... they were still somewhere in Coruscant's Underworld.
"Oh wow. We were attacked.
I guess I owe you more than just credits for getting me away from those goons.
Was-
...was anyone permanently hurt?" She asked, slowly getting herself on her two feet. The room were still tilting in a manner... but Marina were a pilot who had often pushed the envelopes of even her own ship's ability to auto G-compensate for her over the top maneuvers.
She could well stand on her own two feet Godamn it!

Nope.
She stumbled after two steps into the man's arms.

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Coruscant Underground​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marina DeVoe​

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It looked like whoever these people were managed to drug Margie, Nichos saw the pale faced woman become even paler. "Side effect from Hypo," he muttered as she began rambling about how they met. "Hypo also fracks with your memory," Nichos said to himself as Margie fell in his arms. "Taken it before mistaken it for Deathsticks, yeah I was stoned out of mind for that chit." Putting Margie in a bridal carry, Nichos began to run away from the scene hearing police sirens blaring from the distance. If there was one thing that Nichos didn't want was to endure hours of interrogation with the "good old" people from the Coruscant Police Force.​

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"Come on Margie," Nichos said walking towards an elevator placing on her feet. "Can you stand?" he asked pressing the button that lead to the highest floor possible. "Just taking a little detour at the moment." he said. "Best way to counter the effects of Hypo is deep breathing and also pissing that chit out ASAP."​

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[Marina DeVoe]

So ok, she were still not able to walk...the room seemed to be tilting at an angle, like she were on a deck of a sea ship nose diving into the deep.
She grabbed hold of his forearms as she lost her balance, finding herself being swept up off her feet altogether.
"Wha-?" she were about to object when the sound of distant sirens echoed about the room. Police? Coruscanti police this far down the rabbit hole? Where were they?..how long had she been out?
"What is it that they gave me?" She asked, having a difficult time in shaking off whatever those goons injected her with.

"Say wha?... " Did she hear right? Nick had taken drugs before?
"You purposely took what I were shot up with?..??" Marina looked over to him as he made a dash out the dingy apartment with her in his arms.

It were all surreal to her....the light fixtures, some on, some broken... doorways...people...aliens wizzing by them while all along it felt like she were standing still.... or lounging in the man's arm, not moving. But everything around her were.
What a trip it seemed to someone who had never been drugged.

"Oh wow...
How are we moving?" Marina asked. or at least she thought she were asking. But she were not talking, but only thinking she were. Everything was rushing by her, when out of the blue, everything suddenly stopped.

"That...that's a turbo-lift..." she pointed out, like the man didn't know. Literally she just only pointed... again only thinking she were speaking. But yes, they had come at a turbo lift.

"Wait...what?.... who's Margie?
...where are we doing?" she actually managed to utter as her feet touched solid ground.

Up.
Up, apparently. Marina could figure out that much. Besides, there was this little glowing arrow pointing up.
So UP they were going.

"Yea... I think I can stand...I can feel my feet...somewhat!" She grabbed hold of his forearm to steady herself. But yes, she were on her feet.
"Nick, right?....yea.." She remembered his name alright.

"I guess you're still with me, huh?" Yes, she had hired him... as a boyfriend? She had done that?
Her eyes were caught staring at him a moment, before she quickly averted his eyes when he glanced back at her.

"Uhm... Thanks. " she then said as the lift accelerated upwards from the lower pits of the Underworld.

She were on her way back to the top.
Just....
"Sigh" Damn it, she had to go pee now. And so the little dance started in it's infancy.