A Newfound Nuisance

[Soup]

Oh how lovely Csilla was. Its icy surface was a blanket over the bustling underground cities. What a shame that people couldn't physically handle being on the surface for too long. These are the things that ran through Keltto's wicked mind as he sat at a somewhat decent bar below the freezing surface of the snowball known as Csilla. He had recently killed someone and stolen all of their Credits. The victim was a lowly bounty hunter that was trying to get the bounty that hung over Keltto's head. He wasn't exactly "liked" by anyone. Certainly not those on Coruscant. Not too long ago he had singlehandedly slaughtered an entire office building full of people. Sure, his identity wasn't really known, but he was certainly easy to spot in a crowd to say the least.

After sipping down the rest of the warm spirit that had been in his cup, he exited the bar, having paid earlier with his stolen Credits. Keltto stepped out into the noticably colder enviornment that was the underground streets of Csilla. He had stopped on this planet simply because he felt as if he needed a bit of relaxation. Keltto enjoyed the cold, so he was no stranger to planets like Csilla. He wore his standard black, long-sleeved shirt and matching black pants. He had his black boots on and over it all he wore a black cloak. All quite different from his pure white hair. His blue eyes examined the surrounding area as he stepped further out into the streets.


@Herrith Hendarsin

 

[Herrith]

Herrith most definitely was not dressed for the cold.

Her jumpsuit and her jacket hardly fended off the underground temperature, and even then she still felt chills run up and down her spine.

But that wasn't the most glaring issue of the moment.

The real issue was the man charging at her in the dark alley with a vibroblade.

She snapped out of the moment and swatted the blade to the side with her own, driving her knife into his upper chest before turning and running, flipping the blade to fling blood away.

Herrith sprang off a dumpster and used this momentum to pull herself over a short wall, stopping long enough to check for pursuers.

Which there were. Four humanoid hands grabbed onto the barrier. Uh oh.

She sprung up and ran, gliding through the streets as voices yelled behind her. Herrith probably shouldn't have stolen a fuel cell from them.

But she did give it back.

Gangs were less forgiving, she supposed. No matter. One down, maybe a dozen to go.

Hopefully only six would need to be defeated before they gave up.

But that never happened, did it?

 

[Soup]

As Keltto walked along the cold streets, he saw something unusual. A Zeltron. He had only ever heard of them before, this was his first sighting. From what he had heard, it was hard to find Zeltrons out and about. They usually stuck to their home planet of Zeltros. He saw the small acrobatic feat and knew that it wasn't being done sheerly out of fun. The Zeltron was likely running from someone. Maybe a bounty hunter or two. Keltto didn't know the specifice, but he did know trouble was sure to be close. He liked trouble. The thrill of it was spectacular.

As the Zeltron began to run, Keltto went that way as well. But he was a bit slower about, considering he was in no rush. Soon enough whoever or whatever was chasing the pink humanoid would pass by Keltto. If they made the mistak of bumping or pushing him, they would soon be incapable of chasing anything. For know, all he needed to do was wait for something to happen.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith skidded to a stop, looking around. Had they stopped following her? Doubtful but a possibility. She panted and wiped her mouth, slowing her breathing.

Her green eyes flicked around. Footsteps. Running. Multiple sets. And another...walking? She pressed herself against a nearby building and raised her knife.

The footsteps faded from her mind and she shut her eyes. Images of being chased by Hutt Cartel thugs flooded her mind. They caught up. She was so scared...they had hardly fed her for days...

Herrith snarled to herself and grit her teeth. That was the old her. She could handle herself now. Whoever came around that corner would die.

She hoped.

 

[Soup]

OOC: Reading over my previous post and my soul is being torn by the numerous errors that are there. I should really read over things before I post them...


Keltto sped up because of the Zeltron's swift turn. The footsteps behind him got louder and louder as the people that were presumably chasing the Zeltron got closer. He followed her to her hiding location and stepped forward, hoping to have not lost his only chance of entertainment.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith heard the footsteps. Closer. Closer.

Any second now...

A flash of black appeared at the corner. She lunged, only to realize it wasn't a member of a gang. She'd seen enough holovids to know.

She was attacking a Sith.

Herrith managed to stop her lunge, only to stumble towards him from the sudden change of balance.

She looked up, slowly lowering the knife and licking her lips.

"Uh...you aren't a gang member?"

That was the only thing that came to mind. Then one other thing.

"Please don't kill me?"

 

[Soup]

As Keltto stepped closer and closer, the pink humanoid lunged at him, he was about to raise his arm to choke her, but he held back when the lunge stopped. However, a notable death stare was locked on the Zeltron. Only a fool would dare assault a Sith, but she did not know he was a Sith, so he allowed the ordeal to go by. His glare loosened and a small smile grew on his face upon hearing the Zeltron's attempt to keep herself alive. She was doing the smart thing though, attacking would end in her blood being spilt.

"No I'm not, and you came very close to suicide there, pinky. You're lucky it was an accident or you would already be dead... So tell me, why are you running?"

 

[Herrith]

"No I'm not, and you came very close to suicide there, pinky. You're lucky it was an accident or you would already be dead... So tell me, why are you running?"

Herrith wanted to punch the man. She had barely stopped herself from stabbing him in the neck and he was acting like he was some kind of king.

Luckily, she kept her temper in check and put away the knife, running a hand along the scar going along the side of her head and baring her teeth in what she hoped would appear as a smile.

"Pinky? Not a nice name for someone with such a nice temper like me. And yeah, it was an accident. Not everyday that someone follows you around. Unless you're some kind of rich person. Then you get bodyguards."

She winced slightly. 'Why are you running' was the story of her life. Should she tell him? Herrith had heard that Sith could read minds, and the last thing she wanted was to piss the guy off with a lie. She slumped her shoulders slightly and exhaled a breath she had been holding in.

"I stole a fuel cell. I lack credits to buy one so I stole it from that gang. No big deal. I gave it back. But giving it back means I tossed it at one of their faces and ran. They've been chasing me ever since. Oops?"

After she said this, Herrith glanced at a couple alleys to make sure nobody was watching or preparing to burn a hole in her back with a blaster.

"So why are YOU following me, uh, man in slightly depressing black robes?"

Herrith narrowed her eyes in mock suspicion. She didn't care either way. Just was curious and didn't feel like running off just yet. She was more or less safe from a gang with a homicidal killing machine.

More or less.

 

[Soup]

OOC: That last paragraph though XD


Keltto listened as the Zeltron spoke in a somewhat displeased voice. Overall a simple scenario. He could help, but he lacked a reason to. After all, stealing from a gang is something you should be prepared to get backlash from.

When Keltto was addressed, he felt a bit confused with the Zeltron's choice of words. Not rhe smartest choice, but Keltto had a chance of entertainment, so he spared her.

"I'm following you because others are following you. A decent fight could unfold, and I would a small show out of it."

 

[Herrith]

OOC: I aim to please.

"I'm following you because others are following you. A decent fight could unfold, and I would a small show out of it."

Herrith's smile faltered. She shrugged and straightened her jacket, scanning the alleys. The man seemed completely immune to any wit, and her attempts at trying to find information and make a 'friend' had been met with harshness. Already a wave of nausea swept over her and Herrith did all she could to keep her balance, stumbling slightly before regaining her posture.

"So you're looking for a fight? The gladiator arenas on various planets will do. I'm not really a fighter. More of a hired, uh, numerous things. So the fight you're lookin' for is gonna be boring and involve plenty of running. Sorry."

Herrith cursed her bluntness. One of many times she has. Hopefully it would come across as a joke, which is what she more or less meant it as. She also hoped her pheromones did something beneficial for once and helped her out.

Rarely that was the case.

 

[Soup]

Keltto was not happy to hear that the Zeltron was not a fighter. He disliked the fact that his one chance of fun on Csilla had been thrown away. As these thoughts ran thriugh his mind, the large number of foot steps became much more audible.

"What a shame that you aren't a fighter... Now I have little reason to keep yiu alive, but it seems company is on its way. You'd best keep on your toes, pinky."

 

[Herrith]

"What a shame that you aren't a fighter... Now I have little reason to keep yiu alive, but it seems company is on its way. You'd best keep on your toes, pinky."

Oops. Bad thing to say. She was a fighter, just hoped he took it as a joke. Guess Sith weren't very non-serious.

"I was joking. Seems you guys aren't very easygoing. Be right back."

Herrith turned towards an alley full of stomping footsteps and flicked her sleeves, pulling two vibroknives into her hands and disappearing inside.

Soon, sounds of struggling, clashing weapons, and cries of pain came from within. Impossible to tell who it was from, but either way..

Someone was dying.

 

[Soup]

Keltto followed at a slow pace. A fight could come forth after all. He stood and watched the low-visibility carnage unfold. Then someone ran at him. Someone made the mistake of running at him on purpose. Keltto drew his lightsaber and positioned it so that the gang member ran into the hilt. Once they did, Keltto ignited the crimson blade. A scream came from the victim of the lightsaber as Keltto pulled the blade out of the gang member and kept it at his side. Why in the galaxy would a pitiful excuse for a criminal assualt a Sith? What an odd day it was turning out to be.

"Anyone else want to die, or was it just the one?"

 

[Herrith]

Herrith grunted and sank her knife into a humanoid neck, wincing as some blood made it's way on her face. She yelped in surprise as the Sith's blade ignited and crab walked against a near wall, panting.

Herrith gasped and wiped her face, cleaning blood from a few scrapes of her own, then looked down to her jacket.

"Anyone else want to die, or was it just the one?"

The rest of the gang vanished at the sight of the saber. She would be forgotten. Hopefully long enough to get off the planet. But there was one issue.

They cut her jacket.

"Son of an ash angel..."

Herrith stood.

"By the goddess, who the kriff cut my jacket?"

Three dead bodies and the man that was slain from the saber didn't answer. She assumed it was one that had a vibrosword in his hand and gave him a good kick before turning.

"Thanks for the help. I appreciate it, they probably would have overwhelmed me. You scared 'em off."

Herrith put a hand on a deep cut on her cheek and smiled.

"Name's Herrith. You got a fuel cell?"

 

[Soup]

Keltto watched, amused, as Herrith got revenge on a corpse. He then realized he would have done the same, but much worse. After the Zeltron approached him he shut off his lightsaber and returned it to its place on his belt. He was asked for a fuel cell. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't. A bit too emotional for him.

"For one, I wasn't helping you. I was being attacked, so I defended myself. Secondly, I'm not going to get you a fuel cell. You've served your purpose, unless you want to try to steal one fron that gang again. That would be worth watching."

 

[Herrith]

Herrith glared at him, then laughed. Her nausea had briefly faded. Guess she was more or less making someone laugh.

"Nice glowstick you got there."

She spun her blades and put them back into her sleeves.

"No on the fuel cell? Alright. Maybe a place to sleep? I don't want to wake up with a hole in my head from a random thief."

She scratched her scar.

"And if you want something worth watching, go to the nearest cantina. Plenty of entertainment from noodlebrains and ruffian smugglers alike. What's your name, anyways? Not that it matters, just curious."

 

[Soup]

"If you want a place to sleep, try borrowing someone else's Credits. My name is of no importance. Besides, I don't need to be spreading around my identity."

Keltto pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. If all was done, he'd need to get off the planet before anyone else arrived and found him next to corpses. He was already wanted on Coruscant for singlehandedly liquodating an entire office building. Luckily no one knew exactly who did it. However, apparently his clothing and hair was seen by someone or a camera. All he knew was not to be on the upper levels of Coruscant.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith shrugged, rubbing a sore shoulder. Guess this guy didn't like her very much. She really needed to lay low, though. At least for a bit.

"How 'bout I buy you a drink? Least I can do to say thanks."

She crossed her arms, scratching a calf with her boot and raising her eyebrows. Hopefully he took the bait and she could talk him into handing her at least a couple credits.

 

[Soup]

"I don't want your offering. If I wanted a drink I would have one, and I wouldn't need your Credits to do it. And for the last time, I was not helping you, pinky."

At thus point, Keltto almost wanted to provoke Herrith with he nickname he had given her. She may snap and attempt to attack him. It was a low chance, but he took it. Something was better than nothing.

 

[Herrith]

Pinky.

Herrith's eyes glazed over. She held her head with both of her hands, shutting her eyes. Hutts. Cantina. Running. Burning into my ski-

She snarled and shook her head, baring her teeth in pure irritation and anger, her skin deepening in tone.

"Please... don't ever call me pinky."

She shuddered and opened her eyes her tone unusually quiet.

Then she turned and vomited against a wall.

Guess Zeltrons have their downfalls. A knife gleamed in her hand, fallen from her sleeve.