When paths cross (Marcello)

[Satine Detta]

She wanted out that much was very true, but she just knew there was going to be a cost for this there always was. She clenched her teeth and followed him as he requested, she wasn't a servant to be ordered about she was about to say something about it when luck ran out and the guard began hollering. She turned back looking at him he stared at her.
She shook her head and moved out the door behind the blonde ([member="Marcello Matteo"]).

The first one to begin advancing on them had raised a blaster, "Blaster on our left" She wanted Marcello to use his force tricks to get rid of the blaster, she'd take care of the shooter as she moved toward him she hoped he understood what she wanted. Otherwise, this was going to be short.

She jumped up on the desk, and headed toward him, jumping to the next. She hoped he would pull the blaster, and she would knock the shooter out.

She hoped

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello did as [member="Satine D'ulin"] would have expected. Well...he mostly did what she would have expected. Ripping the weapon from the approaching officer's grasp, Marcello immediately turned it on an approaching guard. However, these men were simply doing a job. They were breaking no law, hurting no innocent. If anything, Marcello and Satine were the ones at fault here, the 'bad guys'. All of that information was processed in roughly the blink of an eye as he vaulted over a nearby desk.

Drawing back his arm slightly, he flung the weapon forward at the second approaching officer's forehead and watched as the man crumpled to the ground. The officer was not unconscious, but he was momentarily incapacitated long enough for the Rogue Master to pass by his body uncontested. It was in that moment that his senses flared, warning him of danger. In an instant, he saw the future, watched as Satine was shot down by an officer coming out of a back room and one from around the corner.

Reaching out with the Force, Marcello seized the woman's body once she'd incapacitated her police officer. Abruptly, he pulled her to his grasp and down to the floor as he erupted a moderate force blast at the police officer that came around the corner. Releasing Satine, he did the same to the other before bolting back to his feet. "Keep moving."

 

[Satine Detta]

Shock. Little time to react. One moment she was knocking the guard out the next she was on the floor. She looked up for a moment before he rose and told her keep moving. Satine kept moving, her eyes glanced into every corner to see if someone was there.

One guard came from the right, Satine reacted round house kick to the wrist as he dropped the weapon, and another to the face to knock him down. He hit his head going down becoming unconscious, she kept moving looking back did he move yes still breathing. She didn't kill for no reason.

She ducked down suddenly instinct told her something whizzed over her head she got up and looked, "droid" They were almost to the door, the droid though was a problem. She looked and saw the discarded weapon, running back, not a wise move grabbing the blaster, running backwards as she shot at the droid back to the door. The droid went down taking out someone's morning coffee with it.

They were out the front doors, and Satine quickly put the blaster away. Smoothing her facial features, and taking a breath as if nothing had happened. Where to next she thought somehow she knew [member="Marcello Matteo"] would be informing her.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello mostly just...allowed [member="Satine D'ulin"] to do the rest of the work. Sure he helped subdue someone here and there, but he mostly just helped to keep her from being shot. Needless to say, the large Jedi was rather well impressed with her efforts.

As they stepped through the main doors, Marcello smoothed back his hair slightly and smiled, acting as if nothing had happened. Certainly any that had been passing by the station would have heard some element of commotion. Fortunately, none of the shots that Satine had taken at the droid in the direction of the door had gone astray. As such, there were no tell-tale holes on the main doors.

Despite this reality, there were a number of onlookers with questioning looks. Instinctively, Marcello slipped an arm around Satine's waist and firmly pulled her body against his. In a brief display, he placed a kiss to her forehead before smiling at her. "Thanks for getting me out. They have terrible food." The Rogue Master's arm lingered not out of affection but a desire to maintain the cover until they were at least around the corner. Despite the harmless, somewhat necessary nature of the embrace, his mind immediately went to [member="Kiskla Grayson"] as he felt a soft pang of...guilt that quickly merged with desire. Some days he wondered if he shouldn't just return to the Order. Would it mean any greater amount of time together? Probably not, and he wouldn't be himself. Sooo that wasn't an option.

As they rounded the next corner, Marcello released Satine and smiled thinly at her. "Nice moves back there. I highly recommend you collect your things from wherever you were staying and make plans to leave this planet. Otherwise...you might have an issue." Stopping, the Rogue collected his thoughts for a moment. "I could use the assistance of someone capable like you. If you're interested, meet me on Corellia in two week's time. I have a proposition you might find most interesting." Without saying another word or exchanging contact information with the woman, Marcello turned and began jogging lightly back in the direction of his hotel. Time was of the essence.

 

[Satine Detta]

She knew all too well the need of a ruse she was not the least bit flustered or wishful when he placed his arm around her it was a necessity, nothing more. Her training made it possible for her to become anyone at any time, any dialect and the ability to handle most weapons. She did not look around at faces as they walked that would give everything away, no she smiled warmly looking up into the cold ice blue eyes, "oh it was nothing just wait till we get home"

Comments like that overheard would draw a look or two, but it would distract listeners their own imaginations taking over. They turned the corner and they each drew a breath thankful to be away.

"Yes it is no longer safe here" least not for a month or two but then she would be back, and she would hopefully get a second chance. Time would tell. He spoke of work, and she needed it, "Rates to be negotiated when I meet you there" She turned and began heading towards her rooms no breakfast again, no credits again. This was not the way she had wanted this to go she only hoped that what he offered on Corellia would make up for it all.

Satine disappeared into the shadows of the alleyways.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Two Weeks Later

Marcello idly sipped at a cup of caf that he...wasn't particularly enjoying. However, it was preferable to merely sitting and watching people seemingly without purpose. The city of Coronet was, well, comforting to the spacer. He'd spent much time on the planet during his studies, and he'd always found the diversity of Corellia compared with its relative small scale preferable over planets such as...Coruscant. Plus...everyone on Coruscant seemed to be extremely uptight about pretty much everything.

For a moment, the Rogue Master's glacier-blue eyes drifted down to the datapad in front of him. He'd be departing the surface of Corellia in the morning, headed for a planet practically on the other side of the galaxy. For this trip, he'd managed to charter the services of a...less-than-reputable but very skilled smuggler. Marcello wasn't exactly smuggling anything, but he certainly liked to keep his options open. Plus, he couldn't very well be expected to pilot and tend to all the navigation concerns one hundred percent of the time in his little...band of misfits he was slowly recruiting.

A brief moment flashed through the former Jedi's mind when he wondered...if his associates would develop pause when they knew who they were really working for. Marcello determined it was better to say nothing of his own personal superiors.

[member="Satine D'ulin"]

 

[Satine Detta]

Corellia
Coronet City

Satine dressed as one of the locals not wanting to draw unwanted attention, so here she was and now she would have to find blondie again. This world it offered many things to those with the credits, and those who did not have them were offered opportunity with price. Least that was how she saw it. Coming here with a minimal expectation, she was not sure that his offer had been genuine. She walked from the platform out into the crowds looking around a bit but not too much she was supposed to Corellian right now, not a wide eyed wonder.

She dropped her gaze and began to walk. Waiting to see how this played out.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello's glacier-blue gaze fell on [member="Satine D'ulin"]'s form only after he'd sensed her through the Force. Even that had only occurred after she'd passed within a hundred meters of his outdoor seat at the small cafe. Their personal exposure hadn't been so...extensive as to enable him to pinpoint her from too great a distance. As the crowds began to part just slightly, he nudged her mentally through the Force. The woman's brain would register it as little more than some unexplained prompting to go a certain direction...like a whisper of her subconscious. Once she did, she would be able to see him rather clearly.

Marcello did not wave her over, he merely resumed his casual scan of the crowd and fake-sipped his caf.

 

[Satine Detta]

She was moving slowly trying to take in the people around her she fussed to herself about this looking for a needle in a haystack. Then she for some reason felt the need to turn around she moved to where she could turn her head, was someone following her.

As her gaze tracked across the sidewalks she saw him, how had she missed him before. She took a breath and tried to dismiss the agitation she felt at having to play this relentless game with him. She glided between the crowds until she found the open path to him. Within moment she was there, she pulled a chair across from him and sat down.

Here she was, now what was this all about, and did she want to speak first or just glare at him.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello was perfectly content to allow [member="Satine D'ulin"] to stare all she wanted. Allowing a thin smile to touch his lips, he motioned to the menu on the table. "Can I get you anything?" The Rogue Master allowed a silence following his question to linger just long enough to...be seen for what it was. An empty offer. "War is a constant in this galaxy. Opposing sides with opposing views on how the galaxy should be will always clash in fantastic fashion while simultaneously achieving nothing. This is a constant no one can change. All we can hope to do...is safeguard those that matter to us, make just a little difference."

Motioning casually to the people walking along the street, Marcello came to the overall point. "I'm interested in people interested in making a difference where it matters. I'm talking about safeguarding people, not using force to make political statements. It's simple, but it's dangerous in that we have hardly any friends outside of each other, and we can certainly be branded as enemies, vigilantes. Maybe, just maybe, we'll inspire others to stand on their own."

 

[Satine Detta]

Did she want something, hmm she had not considered eating or drinking to her it would take away from why she was here and make this encounter more social and it was definitely not a social occasion. War Satine understood war, she understood the ability to be neutral and work for both sides, war meant profit.

She considered what he said, she looked at those who passed by they mattered little to her, only her clan mattered to her. Their survival. If their survival meant her working in the manner which he was suggesting she could live with that.

She had not received many offers in the weeks since her last encounter with him, she was not sure what that meant. Was peace spreading, were people learning to get along with one another, or had the batter in her comm died.

"Safeguard people, not eliminate them?" She asked cautiously, low not knowing who would listen and who did not. Sometimes the walls had ears.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]