Fringewalker's ALWAYS mean trouble (open)

[Triune]

OOC Note: I will be using Vassur in this thread. His text will be in blue.

*Tatooine, a backwater if ever there was one. What planet on the Outer Rim wasn't a backwater? Vassur's old CEC PL-nine patrol cruiser fit right in with the rest of the resurrected wrecks that filled the landing bays. The hydralic ramp hesitated and sputtered but finally banged to the ground. The handcuffed man tumbled out to skid across the ground. Vassur had to duck to exit the ship but he kept his eyes on his prisoner.*

"Get up, you're not that hurt but if you make me get you up you will be." Vassur's words were thick with Rimworlds accent but the threat was there regardless. The prisoner, one Bem Rev, got up before the large man got to him.

"You're gonna pay for this boy, You might have got me out of my base but my crew are gonna come for me and then we're gonna slit you open just to hear you squeal." His rotten teeth gave his breath a fetid stench that curled Vassur's lip in disgust. He grabbed the pirate by his shoudlers and lifted him up to eyelevel.

"Do you really think there's any of your crew left alive to come after you? Do I really look like someone that does things subtly? Right now your crew stinks worse than your breath." He hurled the man away from him but not so hard as to take him from his feet.

*He shoved Bem through the halls of what passed as the port until he reached the storefront-turned-office of Cahsmo the Toydarian. Bem opened the door with his head thanks to Vassur's push. The Toydarian flew up laughing as he saw who it was.*

"Ah Bem! Good good and alive too just as you said. Ah Vassur you do good work, yeah yeah. five thousand for Bem." He fluttered over to count out the money but Vassur's hand got to the box first.

"Seven thousand alive. That's what we agreed on." Cahsmo looked at Vassur for several long moments then forced a laugh.

"Uh Yeah yeah dat's right I forgot dat. You earned it dat's for sure. Seven thousand as agreed." He counted out the money and handed it to Vassur who didn't even hesitate to count it. Trust and money especially when a Toydarian was concerned never mixed. "You make a good Bounty Hunter, Vas. You really should get your tag and do it legit."

"I don't hunt people just for money." He said pocketing the cash. Nodding to Cahsmo he favored Bem with one withering look before leaving. He had a ship to get refitted and a few other things to deal with.

"Who is that guy Cahsmo?" Bem asked as a droid fitted him for leg irons.

"Dat's Vassur Naar, the worst kinda hunter. One with Ethics." He shook his head sadly as he activated the comm link to get a hold of Jodo the Hutt, he was the one that put the price on Bem's head afterall.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She had just come from visiting her brother and was on her way to check the bounties when she saw Vassur leaving. He was a handsome male even by twi'lek standards. Eyeing him for a moment, she smirked and turned back towards the door leading to Cahsmo. He should be very happy to see her.*

[Triune]

*Vassur caught her scent. Twi'lek always had a strong musk about them, Them and Zeltrons he glanced over at her as he passed her, he caught another odor on her as well, the faint sent of blood that wasn't hers. Was she a bounty hunter? He found that unlikely but he was also quick to remind himself that he couldn't buy into sterotypes, not here on the Rim. She would bear watching*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*'Business' didn't take long at all. That was part of the whole deal. The dance put them in the mood but the endeavor didn't last very long at all. If she kept him pleased, he kept her credit chip full. Bounties were only a side game. She found information just came to her in the other field. Curling her fingers around the credit chip, she smiled at him while zipping up the front of her suit again.*

"A pleasure as always, Cahsmo."

*She turned while he still slept like a baby and walked back out into the sands of the barren world of Tatooine.*

[Triune]

*He stood in the entry of a shop arguing with the owner over the price of a new hyperdrive motivator for his ship. True there wasn't many around that had parts for his decrepid piece of junk but he still didn't plan on paying out THAT much. The haggling got louder and louder as the dance took place, he would start to leave then the shopkeeper would draw him back in and so it went. In the end he paid more than he wanted but less then the shopkeeper planned on so he was not completely disappointed.*

"Deliver it to slip seventy-five." He said as he paid out the four thousand for it.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She saw him in the distance and made her way towards him. A big man like that always liked to haggle. She wondered what else he was good at. ( I couldn't resist) Slipping up quietly until she was only a few footsteps behind, she followed him. It was time to check his instincts.*

[Triune]

*The scent reached his nostrils once more as he walked away from the shop. By it's strength alone he surmised she was close to him. He did his best not to let on he knew, focusing on instead working his way through the crowds. If she wanted to play follow the leader she'd have to keep up and he played that game very well. His direction was a loop heading back to the landing bays.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*He was a tricky one to keep up with. Several times she lost him for a moment only to catch him a little further down. Oh how she loved the hunt. The feelings of being hunted and hunting were drastically different, but produced the same allure. It was one thing she loved about the job.*

[Triune]

*The game went on for some time before he reached the bay. He cycled open the door and walked in, he even left it open on a long pause to give her time to slip in without cycling the door again which would give alert to her presence. He wanted her safely behind the closed door of the landing bay before he gave notice that he knew she was there.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She thought herself smart as she slipped through the doors before they closed. A smile of satisfaction was on her lips as she watched him. This was too easy.*

[Triune]

*This bay was filled by his worn rattle-trap patrol cruiser and that was it. He waited until he heard the door close before he turned around to look at his tail.*

"When tailing someone you should be wary of things being too easy often they are just that. I presume you have a reason for following me?"

*He crossed his arms over his chest and awaited her answer.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She leaned against the wall and smiled charmingly at him.*

"Possibly. Sometimes your prey isn't very smart though too. You can't judge everything by ease. Curiosity is why I followed you. You seem to be a man of many talents....Vassur is it?"

[Triune]

"Dumb prey can fool you by being dumb enough to do things you do not expect. Voxx's Law: Know your prey before you follow it.. I am Vassur Naar, Son of Kiela by Bailor, blood of Sendris of the Hissriss Pride." The introduction sounds exceedingly formal "And you are?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

"Not as well bred as you. I can assure you that. Radmila's the name. Most just call me 'Mila."

*She dipped a little in a short curtsy that was typical of slaves to a master. It was a habit she never left behind. Most men loved the feeling of being the ones in charge....even as delusional as those beliefs might be. Women truly held the upperhand when it came to dealings of a more personal nature.*

"Haven't seen you around before. Guess you don't stop by Nar Shaddaa much. I never forget a face..."

[Triune]

*He shrugged lightly at her words his poise not altering much as she curtsies.*

"I do not abide well in the dominion of the Hutts. I have injured more than one that thought he could buy me and slew one that thought he could take me. I have not gone quits with them for the simple reason is their bounties are richer thus I do not have to work as many."