The Throne Breaker goes to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

[Kitt Solo]

[SIZE=10pt]OMG! She couldn’t believe it. She had caught the Throne breaker! Of course, she wasn’t drinking and celebrating on Bespin yet. She still had to make the exchange. However, after texting the original bounty, she found she got a paycheck without ever making the trade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Cha-ching.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Hannibal Oryen"] would probably disapprove of the entire escapade. But what her ol’ mentor didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, she wasn’t that 19 year-old bounty hunter anymore. She was 21 gorram-it. She was a Fringe high-council member, she climbed a 12.5 mile-high wall for training, she survived and fought in the Republic invasion, she brought down a writhing horror, and was well on the way to falling for a bearded and elusive dark jedi master. Although rumor had it @Alen Na’Varro turned sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She would have to text him about that later.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Because now, now she was well within the ysalamiri field just outside of her ship with a lumbering and most likely, pissed off sith lord next to her. Albeit, a drugged-up and terentAttack cuffed sith lord. She stood just out of his arm’s reach, her fingers curled firmly and nervously around her blaster. Once she found out the first bidder didn’t want him, she was tempted to just let him go. But she didn’t want him to be her problem anymore. And what kind of hunter would that make her? A piss-poor one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She had to make a trade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]So, the Guild was the second best step. She just hoped [member="The Dark Templar"] arrived soon. Who knows how long those force-depressant drugs would last in [member="Mikhail Shorn"]’s body. She knew the Sith Lord was more than capable of beating the odds.[/SIZE]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail stared at the cuffs binding his hands together, then glanced over at the diminutive woman who stood beside him. Drugs ran through his system and [member="Kitt Solo"], bounty huntress extraordinaire, had made sure to have a yslamiri nearby to be double redundant. Otherwise he would have torn her throat out by now. He stretched his fingers, curling them in and out idly, then sighed.

Waiting was boring.

"You know, after you hand me off I'm going to break free and slaughter everyone in the vicinity." He stared at the shortish woman who stood casually. Her brown hair hung a little past her shoulders and she glanced about with green eyes and an almost lackadaisical expression that mirrored his own. Except his was the nonchalance of a conversational serial killer. He continued to stare at her with those soul-piercing blue eyes of his, leaning close so that his strangely mint-scented breath whispered across her neck. "And then I'm coming after you."

 

[Kitt Solo]

With wisdom beyond her years - or perhaps from nerves, the huntress took a step back as [member="Mikhail Shorn"] leaned closer. Slender-digits didn't loosen their grip around the blaster. If she had to pop him with another couple of stun rings, she would.

"Pipe down, Dream Boat. No amount of breath-tickling along my skin from those gorgeous pair of lips is gonna make me second guess myself. It ain't my fault consequences finally caught up with you. But don't worry, Sweetpie, I'm sure we won't have to wait much longer..."

The guild contact better pan out. She was more than amped-up on adrenaline and nerves.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Does your mother know you're here?" Mikhail smiled murderously, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. Despite the situation, he seemed entirely too confident. He stepped closer. "Out past your bed time." He leaned in. "All alone." He stared down into the woman's green eyes, a finger on the tip of her gun. "With me?" The last word was almost a whisper.

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[The Dark Templar]

[member="Kitt Solo"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Soon enough,
A ship would enter the system with a burst of brilliant light as it entered the realspace.

It was an old decommissioned Sovereign-class Heavy Cruiser called the Hunter of Shadows an aging vessel the Dark Templar was given during his time with the Confederacy, bit outdated now, but he still liked to use it from time to time. Although nowadays the ship didn't really saw much use in combat.
Either way,
Kitt would receive a transmission soon enough,
"Hello miss, this is the Dark Templar here, sorry for the wait, the ship has trouble with its engines now from time to time, m'kay?"
The crew of the ship, made up mostly of non-aligned mercenaries and the like, wasn't either the most experienced one. They got their job done, but lack of use in battles has shown itself, it wasn't the same as Templar's old Confederate crew, long replaced now.

Three ships would approach the hangar shortly after the cruiser's arrival.
Two shuttles, one of them armed, and the Templar's personal CSX-00 Grunt, another ship from back when he served alongside the Confederate forces.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="The Dark Templar"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]


Being a relatively strong empath, the ysalamiri field spared her from feeling the worst of Mikhail’s flippant disregard and self-assuming emotional waves. Muscles tightened as her finger squeezed a fraction of an inch down on the blaster trigger that was still pointed firmly at his very close, chest. “Step back, darlin.’ I’d hate to see another bruise form on that gorgeous body of yours because of hitting the ground after I pump you with another stun shot.” Her smile was friendly enough but strained at the corners.

The comm call from the buyer went off on speaker from her back pocket and she relaxed just a hair.

Her right hand remained firmly around the blaster while her left grabbed her comm, never taking her eyes off Shorn. “This is Kitt Solo – read you loud and clear. I’m sending you coordinates for our position. We’re all by our lonesome in this sunny field. I hope you brought an army, ‘cause you’re gonna need it.” She winked up at the icy-stare of the raven-haired bounty.

 

[The Dark Templar]

[member="Kitt Solo"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

The three smaller ships would land with a clank as the armed shuttle's ramp would open, as well as the cockpit of the fighter, a dark-armored figure already visible inside.
The Guildmaster would step out from his fighter, taking a breather-mask from one of the compartments.

"You could say that I did."
He greeted Kitt with those words, from the armed shuttle a squad of armored mercenaries would come out, along with two M.U.T.T. droids, shaped like animals, with large metal claws.
The Guildmaster fiddled with the breather mask as he looked up to the two of them,
"Stun him for me, will you?"
He motioned to Mikhail, seeing Kitt's stun gun

Looks like Mikhail may be getting a bruise on his hunky body anyway. Although the Guildmaster didn't really had anything against him, if it wasn't for the good price he could get from him, he would probably release Mikhail just as well. But business was business, and he wanted to be safe this time.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail glanced quickly from the new arrival to [member="Kitt Solo"]. "Seriously? You're selling me to that. Stars, I hate bounty hunters."

Pale eyes looked toward the Big Bad wannabe and he rolled his eyes. "No need, I'm coming."

He started walking toward the Dark Templar, somehow managing to smoothly pat Kitt's butt as he passed her despite his manacles. Oh, that would make her mad. He smirked, satisfied though the predicament seemed only to be getting worse.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="The Dark Templar"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

So this was the guildmaster. She never met him and it was slightly intimidating. The hot air from his ships blasted her face, making chestnut-strands of hair tangle and twist around her shoulders. Still, she wasn't used to others dishing out orders - even if they were clients.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm...," voice trailed off as Shorn passed. She just happened to spring off her feet like a raging-Nexu, free hand going to grab Shorn's that invaded her personal space to twist it violently back and around. Bones would probably snap. Opposite hand raised with the blaster as her index-finger squeezed down on the trigger, firing off a shot toward Shorn's side.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

A smirk of malicious pleasure at Kitt's look of pure fury was all Mikhail got before his wrist torqued violently. Thankfully, Shorn remembered enough of his Republic military training and Sith initiate camp that he went with Kitt's applied force, his whole body moving... right into a stun bolt. The shimmering blue lancet took him right in the side.

Mikhail went limp and fell forward onto Kitt.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="The Dark Templar"]

Still fuming, she did the most logical thing to stop from being splattered by a 6 foot something sith. She quickly stepped to the side. And down he want like a Kashyyyk tree. Snapping her head up, she holstered the blaster and nodded to the Templar's entourage while she sidled-up to the being in charge.

"It doesn't take much for him to go down..."

Voice changed back to business as she handed the Templar her data pad. "Make sure you put the transfer into these accounts."

 

[The Dark Templar]

[member="Kitt Solo"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"],

"Well then, thanks."
The Templar quipped as he saw the interaction between the two and Mikhail's booty hitting the ground soon after, he came up to his limp form soon enough, no need to waste time standing around, and the mercs pointed their fletchette guns at him, the tails of the canine robots swung from side to side slightly, watching Mikhail as the Templar leaned down to place the breather mask over Mikhail's mouth, making sure his hands were cuffed behind his back, as the breather, once on Mikhail's mouth although in his state he probably wouldn't stop the Templar from placing the object over his mouth, started to pump its contents around Mikhail's nostrils and mouth, secured safely, it was a mixture of Forcebreaker gas and some oxygen. Why oxygen? Well Templar didn't wanted Mikhail to choke to death, he just wanted to disrupt the Force from him and drug him out.
Taking out a second pair of stun cuffs, Templar would slap it on Mikahil's wrists just for additional safety, although the Force user had the Force-resistant pair of cuffs made from leather on him already.

Once that was done, Templar straightened up, looking to Kitt and taking the datapad from her,
"Will do, congratulations on the hunt and well done."
He commended Kitt, signing the transfer to cover the cost of her equipment and paying off the bounty from Guild funds, that way she would get just pure profit,
"You know, I followed your history of hunts and career with the Guild, with a record like that you could expand to other jobs, you don't have to be stuck as a Bounty Hunter forever."
Once the transaction was done, he would offer the datapad back to Kitt along with his opened metal palm for a handshake,
"I could put a good word for you with some of the mercenary agencies, it would be an extra paycheck to go along with your Hunt profits. Up to you, though,"
He offered,

The Templar's soldiers still had their guns all aimed at Mikhail

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="The Dark Templar"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

[SIZE=10pt]“Thanks Mister,” she said a little warily. It was slightly flattering but a little creepy that someone was following her career path, let alone the Guild Master. The datapad slipped back into her coat pocket, her bank accounts now very full.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Fingers slipped into his metal-hand and she managed a firm handshake. The deal was complete. Shorn was now officially under the Templar’s responsibility. A very significant weight was lifted from her curved-shoulders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I ‘preciate the offer and if I ever feel like I’m stuck in Bounty Hunting I’ll give you a call. The folks with the Fringe keep me more than enough busy for now.” Thumb brushed the edge of her nose and the empath offered a charming smile as she made her way back to her ship, not dawdling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Good luck with that one, you’re gonna need it,” she called and offered one last look at the Guild Master as she began walking up the ramp of her ship.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

I wasn’t trying to be a partypooper, really I wasn’t. But you gotta understand, I ain’t interested in waiting for ages until we get released from Confederation jail. It seemed Mikhail had been a nab, and got himself captured while getting himself drunk.

Words would be discussed about that later. But now it was time to save the karking day, by starting to work some serious Force JuJu. I was still in Mikhail’s mind, as the gas started to restrict his Force Power even more.. I had a nice little idea.

I forced myself out of Mikhail’s body, taking a portion of his Power with me. I would need anything I could get my hands on for this. He would regenerate after all this was done.

Then my mental eye swept across the people on the field, immediately it got caught by one of the mercs. Relatively new, not very strong in the mind-compartment. So I did the only thing that seemed realistical.

I forced myself into his body.

He.. I groaned, as with one knee I fell to the ground. A different Merc quicky grabbed me by the shoulder, trying to pull me back up.

<< Are you alright, Jim? You look like crap, need some water? >>

Course he didn’t know. Wasn’t my problem though.

“No no. I am f-fine. Just intimidated by mister High Royalty the Throne Breaker himself. I will be alright.”

Then I hit them all with my mind. I conjured up images that would make an arena full of the strongest and baddest of the Fringe Soldiers weep and claw their eyes out.

I would make them see the horror, that a Sith Lord specializing in Mentalism could make.

Best part? They wouldn’t know who attacked them. There was no reason to suspect Jim, he just had a minor headache. Nobody knew Mikhail’s mind housed a second Sith Lord. Some might try to pin it on him, while I kept working my magic.

“THE END IS NIGH, TODAY YOU SHALL SEE THE TRUTH OF YOUR WAYS. DESPAIR YE HIGH, AND MIGHTY. FOR TODAY YOU WILL DIE.”​

[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="The Dark Templar"]