Yipee, ki yi yah - or something like that

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Nar Shadaa

A bar near the spaceport.

Rekha Kaarde, the Lucky Lady herself sat upon a stool at the bar exchanging stories with a Rodian. It would seem that she knew the rodian well or he had the attention span needed to keep the Keladian talking.

"oh sweetie you have no idea. There i was standing in the swamp with two others, who said they were Jedi. They kept going back and forth about how they were going to deal with this guy who clearly wanted to kill us. So I shot the branch landed it on his head, and knocked him out. The shot was clean, hitting him sheer luck."

Rekha took another sip of the ale she was drinking her mouth having gone dry from talking, she could talk, a lot. She paid little attention to anyone coming in and sitting down, unless of course they were as loud as she was.

"Never fails I tell ya these force users can't function without it, they're going to get themselves killed one day, and just might take some of us too" While she had been talking the door had opened and shut there was someone new in the cantina, and everyone began to whisper. That meant it was someone no one knew.

Rekha turned her head and focused her green eyes on a man, she might know him. She needed him to get closer.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom stepped inside the establishment, allowing the door to close behind him. Still having his helmet on, he scanned the room to see where he might find a good table. It didn't take a genius to see that things were a little more quiet than a bar should be. He never understood why people would get quiet and whisper just because someone they didn't know walked in. I mean where they all crooks with bounties on their heads? ....He might have to do a quick search of the local bounties just in case.

The seasoned mando pulled his helmet off, tucking it under his arm before cracking his neck and moving on toward an empty table toward the back that still afforded a good view of the bar. As he walked, he cast a few glances around at the many faces there. One face in particular caught his attention. A rather exotic looking beauty talking to some rodian. When he noticed she too was giving him a glance, a playful grin appeared on his face as he gave her a quick nod.

Not one to try and actively move in on someone's talking partner, Malcom continued on and took a seat with his back to the wall. A waiter quickly came by and took his order. "Reactor Core, please." He ordered, before pulling out his datapad and beginning that search he thought of.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha looked, oh that explained a lot, mandalorian. She felt everyone starting to move away from him even as he moved closer. She couldn't help but laugh at them all. "Just a tin can"

Rekha was feeling good, she looked over he was removing the helmet, what did they call them again buy'ce that's right. She inched closer, heard the drink, "Feth Reactor Core, what are you trying to kill?" She sipped her drink.

"Suy cuy'gar" Rekha had been around she spoke a few languages, some of them just enough to get her in trouble. "Your far from home" Green eyes looked him over quick for weapons, it was the armor that was the danger point. She didn't know enough about design to know how he was equipped. "And you just scared half the beings in here to the other side of the room"

Rekha lifted her drink to them, "I'm Rekha, you are?"

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[Malcom Renolds]

His eyes rode up from his data pad and toward the beauty he noticed while walking in. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I'm trying to kill this headache I'm getting from lack of work." When she spoke his own language though he huphed a quick laugh. "Yes, and yes. This is usually a good place to pick up good paying jobs. A little slow lately though." He turned toward the crowd which still had more than a few people giving him concerned looks while he and the woman talked about them.

With a shrug of his shoulders he continued while pulling off and setting down his heavy sniper rifle. "Not sure why. They'd only need to fear me if they had a bounty on their heads." Though his rifle was down, his right hand was on his pistol, curious to see what the jumpy people in the crowd might do with that new piece of information. When nothing immediately seemed to happen, he turned his still grinning expression back to Rheka.

With a nod of his head, as he didn't have a drink yet to raise to her, he held out a hand offering her a chair. "Rheka, a pleasure. The name's Malcom. Care to join me?"

He didn't noticeany weapons on her immediately. But that didn't mean a thing, just judging from the first few moments, he'd wager she had a myriad of ways to disarm and/or attack someone just the way she was.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

"lack of work?" Rekha piped up. She didn't have time to take another breath before a comment filtered over, "Rekha you need work, I got a way for you to earn some credits" They all broke out laughing.

Rekha smiled looking back towards the shadows, "Not with a ten foot pole"

"It's a biggun"

Rekha' looked at Mal, lifting her boot to the chair she pulled from it the blade she always carried, and then turned holding the blade moving it about like it was just something extra to hold onto, waving around, smiling looking, "Now you know I don't go for that kind of talk unless it's me doing the talking. And you also know", she walked to the bar looking through the pass through, "I don't play well when I'm feeling all insulted."

"Ok Captain Kaarde"

She slid the knife back into her boot and turned back to Mal, "Where were we?" "AHhh I didn't think unemployment was a condition that the mando'a suffered from" Rekha motioned for another drink.

Rekha looked back at the crowd, "They are waiting to see what we are going to do. I'm not up to providing a show, currently. " When he went on to talk about bounties a few faces turned away, Rekha smiled. That will keep them quiet

"There are always a few lurking about that might think they have bounties but in truth they are...full of their own self-importance" She saw his hand go to the pistol, even as he pulled the chair out.

Oh a gentleman. Interesting. There was a whistle from the back of the cantina, Rekha turned did a makeshift curtsy, turned back to Mal "Thank you"

"Well Malcom" she looked around and then back to him, "Certainly" She slid into the chair as drinks arrived. Of course Rekha looked harmless, she was meant to look harmless and at times the silly fool woman.

She inched closer to the table, putting her chin in her hand she fixed her green eyes on him.

"So cupcake, tell me more about yourself."

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[Malcom Renolds]

It was a very interesting thing watching how she handled the crowd, as well as how the crowd seemed to view Rheka. His curiosity was growing with each passing moment, but for now he would simply observe as much as he could. When she was finally able to rejoin him, he smirked. "Nice way of handling yourself darlin'. You almost seem like you might have some Mando blood in ya."

"As for work. No, you're right. Normally I don't have a problem with finding work. But I uh...", his eyes cast a glance back to the rather rude crowd before returning to her. "...seem to have hit a bit of a dry spell that I'm certainly not used to." A mischievous grin played on his face as the beautiful but seemingly dangerous woman took a seat at his table.

Easing his hand off his pistol when no danger seemed to be imminent, he settled his attention on Rheka only. His own emerald green eyes focusing on hers and nothing else unlike others in the establishment. "Now why would a cute little thing like yourself want to know about a rough out of work Mando like me?" He certainly didn't discount any skills she might have. But he always did enjoy games of flirtation and wit. Especially since it was so rare to find a good partner to play with.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]“Yeah I know about dry spells, and how much they hurt the pocket, course, if we’re drinking you’re not desperate yet, just having to eat in a little more than usual” She smiled at him genuinely noting that he had green eyes like her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Love the eyes, I don’t think I’ve met too many men with green eyes” She lifted her drink, “new friends” And then she took a sip.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Licking her lips to sweep away every drop of the precious alcohol she inched a little closer, it gave the impression of intimacy and would keep some of her would be teasers to the back of the room.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Times are a bit tough with the One Sith and Primeval on the move, no one wants to get caught behind enemy lines.” She tilted her head, “you being mandalorian you know about the damage they can cause. Empress Teta, and most recently Wayland.” She lifted her drink again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I drink to those that have fallen and pray for those left behind” then she took another drink.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ooo I’m cute she thought to herself,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I want to know about a rough out of work Mandalorian because, I’m nosey, curious, and if you say pretty words to me when offers come my way I can send you word and keep you working.” She tipped her drink again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“And maybe you can help me with problems once in a while, so what do you think of that?”[/SIZE]

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[Malcom Renolds]

Fortunately, he still had plenty of funds left over from his cake walk of a job before. But that was neither here nor there. He certainly didn't plan to just sit on his laurels and frit it all away.

Giving her a nod, he simply said, "Thanks, I seem to be a dieing breed this day an age it would seem." Raising his glass, he toasted with her and took a sip. "Aye to new friends, and new encounters." He added as she moved closer.

"Indeed. I'm pretty much always up for a go at those bastards. Someone needs to put them back in their place." He raised and drank another toast to the fallen, but his eyes never left hers. If her intent with all this toasting was to get him tipsy for some purpose, she'd have to do much better than that.

When she answered his question, he raised a curious eyebrow. "Pretty words, Rheka? I'm not sure you found the right person for poetry." He said with a sly grin. "I'm more of a man of action." He added with an only slightly suggestive look. "Words are all well and good, but you don't see politicians on the front lines keeping the monsters at bay."

"Now dealing with problems on the other hand, sounds more like my style." He finally edged a bit closer this time. "The all important question, which is really two fold, is what's the job? And what's the pay? As long as those two things equal each other out, I can handle just about anything you can dish my way." Malcom continued with a confident smile. "Outside of that, there isn't much else I usually tell people I don't have...experience with." Bringing up his drink again, he gave her a quick wink and took another sip. For the moment at least, some secrets would still remain out of her reach. Nobody said he couldn't be worked on though.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Oh he was a confident one, good.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“there’s a mission coming up against the Sith. Some of my friends are hoping to give them a headache or two”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Pay?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She didn’t usually get too much pay from the jobs with the Underground, but what could she offer him to help make it worth his while.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]They were now close any closer and their foreheads would rest upon one another, but this was the way to keep secrets, to talk without interruption. She drank because she liked the taste.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“How do you feel about a transponder that makes your ship look like something else?” She smiled, “We are working on that right now” She smiled, again, she liked smiling it made everyone around her wonder what she was up to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I can help with fuel I run a bar off of a mining platform that happens to fuel a few ships, I’ll arrange a fill-up or two for you.” She knew that wasn’t enough, “and I got food and medical supplies to share, and that’s just from me. Right now I can’t say what the Underground will give except the satisfaction of messing with the Sith”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She pushed her now empty glass away, “As for pretty words, I bet if you think on it, you know what words a woman likes to hear. Haven’t you charmed one or two in your lifetime?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She leaned back and crossed her arms across her chest, thought for a moment, then leaned forward, “you know I hear a lot of things about Mandalorians, I wonder how much is true and how much is made up” She winked at him, “I bet you can handle anything, and given time I might just see how much you can handle”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She wasn’t talking about jobs just then, she was being her flirty self. There were some low groans from the shadows, Rekha looked over and gave them all the evil eye.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]When she turned back she was smiling, “If what I’ve offered isn’t enough, tell me what you’re looking for and I’ll see what I can do”[/SIZE]

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[Malcom Renolds]

Oh she was good. She knew how to play this game very well, he thought quietly to himself. Malcom didn't speak, instead he allowed her to say her piece fully as he sat back again. Normally, he didn't drink much while discussing business, but then, she had managed to catch him drinking and then started on business. So it looked like today would be the exception. Deciding that, he too downed the last of his drink and ordered one more for each of them as he pondered her offer a little longer.

Hearing the low groans from the people, it was obvious this conversation was still being overheard. She wasn't the only one to give people some stink eye. He activated his sound dampener on his armor so that their conversation would now be private. "Sorry. It seemed the time called for a bit of privacy. Hope you don't mind the sound dampener."

Having raised a hand to rest his chin on, he thought about the offer for a few more seconds before continuing. Fortunately, the waiter stopping on by with their fresh glasses allowed him a few more seconds of thought. With his departure, Malcom continued. "Ok, so you are offering me a transponder device that isn't finished in development, and thus doesn't yet exist, as well as food and fuel which isn't all that expensive. All for a mission you have yet to give the details on...?" He gave a visible wince and shake of his head. "Come now, Rheka. Even pretty words some time need a little...", He paused raising a glass to the exotic looking beauty, "inspiration." He finished with a sip of his new drink and another wink.

"As for what you hear about Mandos...I can't speak to that if I don't know what you've heard." Lowering his hand he leaned forward again, moving fairly close to her face once more with his mischievous grin still plainly on his face. "But it seems stories and hear say are simply puzzles to be solved." Staring into those mesmerizing eyes of hers in silence for a second, he tried to choose his next words carefully. "And while I do believe you probably have what it takes to inspire, I know I have what it takes to dispell the myths from the facts of what you heard." It was beginning to get difficult whether he was talking about business, something else, or multiple things at once.

"In the end though, I'm afraid I am going to need something a little more tangible than unfinished tech, food, fuel, and meds. The last three I can find anywhere, and I don't deal with unproven technology. Credits work. Kriff, even the tech would work as a bargaining chip in a future deal when it was ready and proven. But if you don't have credits, I can only suggest to use your imagination if you wish to see my gun in your battleground. I'm open to ideas, just don't have any others off hand to throw your way." He gave a small shrug to let her have the floor. The smirk on his face would show he was still being playful and enjoying their little games.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha grinned oh he had a lot more going on than some of the men she had encountered. “I don’t mind the sound dampener wish you had turned it on earlier”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“So you want something that’s more tangible, not having to buy food, medical, or fuel usually is pretty tempting. But you want credits, or something long term” She didn’t give him a chance to answer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Oh cupcake Rekha though “you’re really making me dig deep in my arsenal all to get you to fight some Sith, that you don’t like anyhow” Rekha picked up the drink.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]What could she offer that would make it worthwhile, “How do I even know that what you would bring is worth so much?” She sipped the drink.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“As for the Mandalorian tales or truth. I’m thinking there is one way to dispel a lot of it and it has a lot to do with, what you’re wearing” Mandalorians had the corner market on beskar, but that wasn’t what she was curious about, it was all about how they wore it, and the things you could and couldn’t do in them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]And then there was the story of tails, and that is not tales.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]And the idea that they weren’t supposed to show their face,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]And the mile high club done with a jet pack, did they do that too?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“As for putting your gun in my battleground, show me that its’ worth it” Were they really talking about weapons and fighting, or were they talking something else.[/SIZE]

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[Malcom Renolds]

"True." He said with an acknowledging nod. "But then if I wanted to fight Sith just to fight them, I'd simply go home. Plenty to do there. I'm here for pay, thus my reasoning."

When she asked about how she could know if he was even worth it, the mando smirked. "Ever check the bounty boards? I just got paid nearly a million credits to NOT take a bounty, because the mark didn't want to have to deal with me. I'll stand by that as one of my better examples."

Taking a a sip from his glass, he continued with a raised eyebrow. "If you want proof....well. You tell me the time and place darlin', and I might just be able to arrange a demonstration for you." The fact that he didn't know how she meant this was making this deal all the more interesting. In the end, he'd let her decide what type of demonstration she wanted when they both got there. But he felt giving a prospective employer a display of ability was only fair.

Looking around the bar briefly, he turned back to her and added, "Just not hear. To many nosy people, I think." He finished with a small laugh.

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[SIZE=12pt]Rekha made a little face, “I don’t know getting paid not to take a bounty that’s what….someone didn’t want to deal with you, doesn’t make rep cupcake.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She bit her lip as she thought, “see it from my view too, stranger in a bar, cute, says he has skill, is mando, and might have skill, the one thing he says to me…they paid me to not bounty hunt. Could go two ways, he was so scared he'd pay anything not be taken in, or you're so scary that they didn't want to deal with you” She shrugged her shoulders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She laughed at his not here remark.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She took her fore finger and put it to his arm well his armor, “So..you don’t fight unless you’re paid, no conscience about all the innocent lives the Sith feth around with” She tapped on the metal, interesting, her green eyes darted down and then back up to meet his.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“So, why don’t we go find us some bottles, or make us some empty bottles. Line em up and you show me if you can…shoot straight” She grinned, “and accurate. Whatcha say to that cupcake?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He was testing her just a little wasn’t he, but that was alright, she should be tested, after all…she didn’t have a rep either…well none that she knew of.[/SIZE]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

He simply gave a shrug to her retort on his example. Either way sounded like a good enough reason to assume he had some skills in his mind. Course, he may be biased. "What can I say hon, I'm a bounty hunter, not a Jedi." His smirk faded a bit as he continued on though. "Right now the Sith seem more intent on bothering the Republic than my people. And considering those prics didn't bother to give us aid when we needed them most, even though we had helped them when they needed it...let's say those particular lives have not exactly engendered any good will from me." It was apparent although he may not be against the Republic, he certainly didn't have much love for them either.

However, his wide grin returned even as she prodded his shoulder armor. "So yup, unless I'm defending my own backyard, I only fight for pay or fair services rendered. And please don't take this the wrong way, but I value my life a little more than a couple refills on fuel and food. I'm sure you would say the same about yours."

Taking a large gulp from his drink, he set the glass down. "Lastly, you forget I can also ask the same about you. What reason do I have to believe that a cute little thing like yourself could even afford my time? How do I know I'm not just wasting my time right now?"

Noting where her eyes had been looking, he said, "So I agree. Let's get out of here." Giving her a less than subtle once over, he finished with a suggestive smirk to match her own sultry way of speaking and moving. "We got bottles to empty and targets to uh...nail. Maybe then we can determine if either side is really up to par. Hmm?" Finishing his drink, he then stood up and held a hand out politely, to help her up. Their discussion may have been less than professional, but that didn't mean he couldn't still be a gentlemen.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]They walked out this was Nar Shaddaa couldn’t exactly line up the bottles on the square and shoot….or could she, or well they.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She looked back into the Cantina, “give me a minute” Rekha walked back inside and within a few minutes she came out carrying a box of empties, and six full ales.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Ok cupcake, let’s fine a comfy spot to sit and talk more, and see how the locals feel about a little blaster fire” Rekha smiled and nodded to a few that passed them by, they took no real notice of what she was doing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was odd enough that most anything she did was, still odd. She laughed what would [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Spark Finn"] think of her doing this on Nar Shaddaa home of all the gangsters.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Find a place that doesn’t have a lot of people in it, I’d hate to have them thinking they’re the target”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She balanced the box between her hands, just trudging along.[/SIZE]

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[Malcom Renolds]

Throwing his sniper rifle over his shoulder, he walked out with her. "A comfy spot without many people to sit, talk, and shoot eh? Might be a bit of a challenge to find and alleyway long enough on Nar Shadaa for the range I'm used to shooting at with this piece...." he started while pulling out his datapad to scan through the area. "but....how about here?" Malcom pointed out on the screen as they left the bar. It appeared to be a long term docking area. Doubtful there would be many people or much traffic there.

"If that works for you, I'll take the box." He may be a bit cocky and could perhaps overstep his bounds occasionally with his ....manner of speaking. But he did try to be a gentlemen where the ladies were concerned whenever he could.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]“thanks” she handed him the box.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“You know Mal” she was serious right now she used his name and didn’t call him cupcake. “Sometimes we have to do things because it’s the right thing to, sometimes payment, comes from knowing the ones you care about are a little safer”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha smiled as they walked, “BUT. Then there is the proof in the pudding cupcake, I’ll see whatcha got and maybe, just maybe I can rustle you up something “[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She couldn’t pay him credits, she just didn’t have any and she wasn’t rich, no one in the Underground was, they were a rag tag bunch who performed raids, and tried like hell to stay out of the way of the Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]What could she offer Mal. Regular supplies not needed. She only had a few weapons…or…there was the payroll run that Shelz had mentioned. What did she say, it was a month’s worth. Maybe that was the twist, the rub, the….candy she could offer Mal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She smiled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]And did a little dance as she walked, “Hey that looks great, you gonna show me your gun Mal?”[/SIZE]

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[Malcom Renolds]

Arriving at the location he found, Malcom set the box down on the ground and gave Rheka a look. He didn't think explaining all the people he cared about were either with him or safe back on Mandalore. So instead he simply remained quiet, and was happy to hear her say she work with him on the payment if he could prove his skill.

When she mentioned getting to see his gun. A renewed grin flashed across his face. Pulling his Mando made heavy sniper rifle from off his shoulder, Malcom held it out for her to see. Unable to resist though, he commented, "I'd let you hold it, but that's more of a second date kind of a thing." He finished with a wink before reaching down to grab a couple of the empties.

Setting them up by a nearby wall, he then picked up what was left of the box and nodded for her to follow. Now let's take a walk down range and we can begin. Pulling out one of the ales, he offered her the first before taking one out himself. It was an interesting balancing act, but the man managed.

"So you never did tell me what this mission against the Sith even is. More detail might help me to be able to work with you on the fee you know. So care to share?"

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[Rekha Kaarde]

Care to share, oh how many times had she said those very same words. She had a feeling Malcom and she had a lot more in common they either of them realized right now.

The flirtiness for one thing that was usually in her bag of tricks. She grinned at him, "Second date huh." She took the ale from his hand, "If you're only letting someone hold it on the second date, what do you do on the third?" Her green eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Our mission with the One Sith is to disrupt their activities. While we aren't usually in the heat of the battle we are performing acts of subterfuge that weaken their position, and hopefully give the opposition the opportunity to chase them off."

Rekha smiled she actually got that all out in one sentence, and it sounded down right professional. "We get shiny. Toss em into the black. And pray the Goddess keeps them" She crossed her arms now holding the ale in one, looking down range, well their range right now.

"We try to take out communications, rob them of their slaves, steal whatever we can get our hands on and we come home if we can" She looked over to him, "Since I never know what tomorrow brings, I tend to live a little farther on the edge than some. But then being mando'a you are familiar with that way of life, right?"

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[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom finally let out a small laugh. "Now that is the question isn't? Besides I say that more as a guideline than an actual rule." He was starting to wonder if there was anything behind her words, or just all talk. Only time would tell it would seem. Still, for now he'd keep having fun with this little game of theirs.

As she went on to describe their activities, he listened with wrapped attention and nodded occasionally. Their style of fighting seemed to go well with his general skill set. Malcom wasn't one to run from an all out brawl. But being one used to lone wolfing assignments, he tended to have to be a bit more on the sneaky side of things. Her comment on slaves was something that caused an eyebrow to raise. He'd definitely have to keep that detail about himself under wraps. Even if he didn't treat his slave as one, the mando doubted the beauty in front of him would understand.

"Sounds like fun." Malcom said honestly as they came to a halt and he looked downrange. It was a bit of a shorter distance than what he was used to. But he'd make it work. "As for living on the edge, yes. This I can understand. You have to take advantage of every opportunity to enjoy this life we're given." He smirked while giving her a sideward suggestive glance.

Pulling out the bipod legs of his rifle, the sniper then moved over to a crate and quickly set up. Peering through his scope down at the now tiny bottles, he adjusted his scope a couple times to account for the difference in range of what he was used to. As he did that, he also began to slow his breathing down. Soon, she could see him taking a deep breathe through his nose and then hold it.

CRACK!

The round shot forth from his rifle and slammed into the first bottle, shattering it into a million tiny shards of glass. His body and stance stayed the same, but his head turned toward her as he smiled.

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