Fringewalker's ALWAYS mean trouble (open)

[Triune]

*His slumber seems to remain unbroken as she slipped away. His quarters seemed far more suited to a hunter than anything else. Trophies of various predatory beasts some recognizable some not artfully decorate the walls. One thing he seems to lack however is readily avaliable cash.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She finds it extremely odd that a bounty hunter would have no cash around somewhere. 'Mila looked at him again before moving towards a terminal. She would try to hack into his system and learn more about this man.*

[Triune]

*Aside from typical information such as backups of his nav comp he has considerable information on Genetic profiles of various human and near human races that populate this fringe of the Republic. There are some contacts scattered among the information, some bounty men like Cahsmo but also genetic scientists and professors. In his terminal are operas of his own making, poems and even a few recepies for various dishes.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She looked at the information greedily like a knat to a bright light. Such detailed information....why? Coming across the contacts, she began to memorize them for later info gathering. 'Mila felt her lips curl in a smile as she came across his more personal information. Her listening for his breathing had been broken as she found herself lost in one of his poems. How one found such beauty in arbitrary things was lost to her. Perhaps she had only seen the bad side of persons. It was hard to imagine life as he saw it. She found herself thristing for more.*

[Triune]

"Most of my better poems I keep where no slicer can reach, in my head." He comments still in bed, his breathing never changed but he went from slumber to awake without the grogginess most do. "I do hope you liked what you've read however."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She stopped reading and turned around in her seat to look at him and smile. Gliding, if it was even possible, out of her chair, she stood gracefully and moved over to him. Reaching the edge of the bed, she crawled on it moving over him and looking down at him.*

"Tell me more."

*She sits down and pulls one of her tails over her shoulder as one hand pushes him back down on the bed and she leans down to kiss him.*

[Triune]

*He returns the kiss warmly, though breaking it in a few minutes*

"I see many things when I look at the worlds around me. Though I know them they are still new each day. The next sunrise can bring a singular moment of clarity and I must record it." He caresses her slender back "I do regret not having the coin you sought but what monies I have always go into keeping this ship flying. I did promise you pay of a kind and I am a man of my word." He reaches into the matress and withdraws a small pouch, pulling from it a irridescent sand-colored stone. "From my homeworld. A gift to you."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She basked in his warm touch enjoying it while caressing him as he spoke. Something he had inside of him she wanted. 'Mila wanted to know life beyond what she had always known. Freedom had brought no real changes in her life other than more decisions to make. Making decisions when you've never made them before seems almost pointless. She had no stability and time to wonder. It was what made her the best at what she did. Never did she connect with another. Yet, here was this man trying to do just that. Taking the jewel into her hand, she stared at it for a moment with disbelief. Never had such a thing been given to her. Always it was credits or weapons....never something of beauty. She held it almost as if afraid it might bite her back. Shaking her head she pulled away from him. Something was bothering her deeply.*

"I cannot. Your poems were payment enough."

*She tries to slide off of the bed and grab her things.*

[Triune]

*He catches her by the arm, though he could have easily pulled it from the socket he remained gentle. Drawing her back to his side he wrapped his arms around her waist even as he stared into her eyes.*

"If it is poems that you desire then I will give unto you the poem that came from our encounter." He moved his lips close to her ear, his voice a deep whisper as he shared with her and no other the poem that filled his mind and soul during their time together. Words flowed each folding together to form the image that she painted upon his being. To any other person they would be pretty words, beautiful perhaps but to her, to him they were more then mere couplets and rhymes they held emotions unspoken, hopes, dreams dreamt by hearts that came from opposite worlds but found union in one brief afternoon.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*Tears came from her eyes as she heard his words. There was such beauty, gentleness, and dare say it even something like love and not lust that filled his words. They were from the heart and not from the groin. Closing her eyes and savoring the words, she feels herself slip further from life as she had known it. Catching herself, she looks at him with fear and tries to pull away while breaking into Huttese.*

"You must not speak such things to one of my kind. I don't feel. I'm a professional only. Save your words for another who will savor them and not throw them away on trash such as me."

[Triune]

"Once my people were though of as trash, disposable beings not worth saving. Not even the famed Jedi cared if they lived or died. My ancestors found a way to save themselves and now... like the stone I give you." He put it back into her hand and closed her fingers over it "Impurity is worn away leaving only the truth behind, what we were inside is what we are now... You are not Trash and here..." He put his hand on her chest "....You know it too." he taps her temple with his finger lightly, his eyes all but glimmering in the dim light. "When you come to know it here, I will be waiting." He kisses her cheek lightly and lets go of her, letting her leave should she choose to. Infact he rolls over to face the wall seeming intent to return to sleep.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

"Why do you do this? What benefit is it to you? Your kind does nothing out of the goodness of their being. It is take and take. I know your kind well."

*She gets to her feet and looks at him as if he was some strange animal. 'Mila knew she needed to leave. It was almost as if she still felt the tug of the chain around her neck pulling her back to reality. As easily as she had opened up, she closed herself off again. Grabbing her things, she halts at the door and puts her hand over the desk about to put the jewel down, but at the last minute, she pulls it back holding it to her chest. Looking back at him, she did something she had never done before.*

"Cahsmo is nervous. Someone has taken interest in you. Be careful."

[Triune]

*he doesn't turn to look at her, his form lost in the dim light of the cabin. His voice however rings true and clear.*

"You know nothing of my kind, but you will learn. Thank you."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She bows her head to him in a manner of servanthood again and then turns to leave his ship. She had just enough time to get ready for the night shift at Nar Shaddaa. What once was something she enjoyed, she now felt regret for. Stepping down the ramp, she held her head high and walked back through the door and into the city. Her demeanor was the same as it was when she entered his ship. The professional was about again while the twi'lek woman was left behind in the ship.*