And They Don't Stop Comin'

[Herrith]

Celanon, in the quiet of night...
@Sarah @wristclerk

Herrith sat in a small rented room on a moldy and, honestly, probably health violating bed, scrolling through her datapad out of boredom and cause of a night without sleep.

But she'd been through worse.

The chills and shakes had started coming back. Spices and drink did wonders, of course. But she didn't overdo it, not today...

There was a feeling in the air...suspenseful. As if something was going to happen.

Out of curiosity, the Zeltron checked her file on record. At the very bottom, some numbers that had never been there before were flashing.

A bounty. Oh, kri-

She shut off the pad and sprung up, pulling on her utility belt and making for her door, threw it open and took off into the streets.

Chances were a bounty hunter was already on her tail for days now. Kriff. But who set the bounty? She had no idea. Kriff. And why her of all people? She still didn't know. Kriiiiiff.

As she turned a corner another figure crashed into her and she stumbled back.

Someone else running. What...

The figure drew a blaster and aimed it at her.

"You-! Stop running and I'll consider taking you alive!"

Instructions weren't Herrith's strong suit. She ran back down the alley and vaulted over a short fence, sure the hunter was close behind...

 

[wristclerk]

Glorious Cleanon, a city planet with too much potential in the geopolitical aspect of the galaxy, yet no potential in terms of treasure hunting. Why would Atlas be here on a planet with no secrets to hold? Good question actually, Atlas couldn't even answer that himself. He had just hopped onto a cargo vessel and a day later wound up in the slums of Celanon.

Now why did he do that you ask? That one he can answer... Hunters, specifically Bounty Hunters. With a 15,000 credit bounty on his head a lot of people would be after him. Perhaps not the best of the best but the decent ones who at least knew how to shoot the blasters were after him. His little hideout in the Subterrel system didn't last long after the hunters caught wind of where he had been scavenging. A few punches and panicked running led him to he exit station off world, and some hurried work in the dark apparently led him to jump aboard the passenger lift to Celanon, or so he assumed. Question was, can he survive another encounter.

After a few days laying low in the slums, he found himself, yet again, attacked by a bounty hunter, not the same one on Subterrel a cooler looking one in fact, still a terrible kill shot.

Atlas ran through the alley ways, ducking into several shops and running out of the back door, he still couldn't shake the hunter from his tail. Atlas found himself in the better part of the slums, he ran by some pink woman who looked vaguely familiar, the hunter still right behind him, however as soon as the pink woman made herself known to the hunter he seemed to stop and point his weapon at her. Atlas spun around, withdrew his blaster pistol, aimed and shot the bounty hunter square in the chest knocking him down, of course the shot wasn't fatal, the hunter had armor on so he was probably just knocked out. But as soon as he caught a better glimpse of the pink woman, Atlas exclaimed in joy, "Herrith!? How ya been you ole pink grouch?"

 

[Herrith]

Herrith yelped as the man she'd run into got shot and fell to the ground. She blinked as a familiar voice came from behind.

"Herrith!? How ya been you ole pink grouch?"

She turned on her heel.
"Calloway? Well, what a surprise. The great deceiver and terrible charmer."

The Zeltron smiled and turned back to the passed out bounty hunter again, looking down.

"He's out cold. Speaking of which, ah, one problem."

She heard footsteps down the alley.
"That's mine. Run?"

Herrith didn't wait for an answer after that and took off down the street.

 

[Sarah]

Lylieth, who had been on Felucia for a few days, taking out "military" Sith targets with some fellow Mandalorian soldiers, began a return-trip only to find out she had a bounty on her. "Already? These Sith sure work fast." Taking another look, and cross referencing the hunters appearence, weapons, and the style that the bounty had been given, she knew it originated on Nar Shadda. This let her know that it was, in fact, a Hutt, that wanted her head. "Oh, well that's decidedly worse... Annnd also no surprise..." Lylieth thought. She decided to have Rose take her ship back to Mandalore; as insurance that either her or her ship would make it home. She spent some time stealing a Felucian ship, and flying to Arda, where the ship's fuel was depleted. Some hunters had found her, and she needed to escape, fast. Thinking quickly has always been one of her talents, and she managed to get away and board a passenger ship headed towards Celanon.

She made it here, and foolishly stopped at a bar to get a drink, and was found by another bounty hunting group. She had killed a few, but had to flee as many others were closing in "I really don't warrant this many hunters, do I?" She thought. After using an EMP grenade to knock some of the lights out in the city, she headed toward the alleyways in it. Eventually finding a familiar Zeltron and human, she let out a disheartened sigh before taking her helmet off "Well, that explains the extra heat. What are you guys doing here?" The footsteps interrupted what would be any response, and Lylieth followed Herrith's lead, motioning for Atlas to join up.

 

[Herrith]

"Well, that explains the extra heat. What are you guys doing here?"

Herrith jogged along and cracked a smile at the pink Twi'lek.
"Oh, you know. The usual. Hitting on guys and such."

The answer was totally joking, which was kind of depressing considering the situation. Bounty hunters. However, Herrith wouldn't choose any other Mando to back her up. Except a crazy shark man. That works too. She sharply turned, racing down an alley and then stopped at a sewer entrance.

"Learned this trick from a friend. Hop in."

She opened the manhole and jumped down.

 

[Sarah]

Lylieth sighed "There's rock bottom, and then there's this." She said as she jumped in. Once they were in, she figured it was safe enough to talk "Any idea on why they're after us? Also, what brings you to this part of the galaxy?" She asked. This was Sith space, not that it'd matter to Herrith, but also it didn't seem like her usual place to be. Typically it was at a bar at one of the less reputable planets in the galaxy, making this city planet, with few places to hide, a very odd choice for her to make. Perhaps she came here out of desperation, to.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith clicked on a small lamp hanging from the ceiling of the sewer and replied to Lylieth as they walked.

"Any idea on why they're after us? Also, what brings you to this part of the galaxy?"

"I suspect it could be our assault on Slogda, or perhaps the Q'Mara incident. And to this part of the galaxy? Er, just business."

The Zeltron left out her Legion dealings, she suspected the Twi'lek wouldn't take it nicely and made it a point to never bring such things up.

"Down here's my little safehouse. Just in case. I've been setting these up everywhere, not too difficult."

Herrith felt safe enough to discuss her secret projects and clicked on another lantern, revealing a small hideout with an old bed and a couple lights.

"Here we can lay low till they find us. Unless they're already tracking us now. In which case I've got a back up."

She shrugged and sat down.