No Honoghr Among Noghri

[Harren Skaalvarg]

Intelligence had been busy. At Harren's repeated request, they'd finally relented and supplied him with the name and location of Honoghr’s most useful arms dealer. He wasn't the largest, nor the most feared, but it was a very rare day that he didn't have exactly what the client needed.

He wanted a souvenir from Hutt space before heading back to Korriban - the mandalorians had taken Hutta and the Smuggler's Moon, but the Noghri bent the knee to the Old Empire... Harren considered this useful enough a gain for the campaign to have been worth his time at least.

He walked now, through a hazy bazaar situated in the cramped back alleys and winding narrow streets of the capital. It was the place, Intelligence assured him, that The Honoured One resided. Harren wondered if the alien would live up to his moniker. He was dressed not in sith attire, for this was strictly off the books - instead having found from a clothes shop the night before a very sharp black suit. The tailor had to rework much of it, but he looked every inch the deucalian businessman as he walked among the filth of the bazaar. His blue eyes were hidden by mirrored shades, but no amount of glamour could hide his blonde beard or ponytail of braids and dreads. He looked, in a word, civilised.

By his standards at least.

It was intentional, and while his lightsaber was on his belt, along with his hunting knife and pistol, he looked less the sith more the influential and dangerous customer. The acquirer of rare and dangerous arms... Who's to say he hadn't killed a sith and taken the blade from them? The mandalorians had certainly put the idea that sith were unkillable to bed of late.

He arrived in the crowded marketplace he'd arranged to meet his friends for this jaunt - just opposite the entirely illegitimate casino The Honoured One made his lair. Looking about for Doz, he silently hoped she wouldn't be dressed in full sith attire - what he was hoping to gain out of this wasn't best associated with any of them, being extremely illegal. That at least made this caper fun, though anonymity was a must. He also kept an eye out for his fellow deucalian, Agmundr, whom Harren had only just met. He hoped the older nord would appreciate the chance to let his hair down, free of Imperial shackles if only for an evening.

Breathing the pungent smells and sights and sounds of the bazaar, Harren waited. He rolled the toothpick in his mouth, gazing out from behind his shades.

He was ready for some fun.

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[Doz Noth]

Doz twirled a red Plom Bloom broach between her fingers admiring the way the gold filigree danced about the edges of each one of its delicate petals. Her grin did not diminish even as she slid the bit of bling into her hand bag and snapped shut the clutch’s hasp. The thin gold chain upon which it was hung suspended slid easily over her shoulder allowing the purse to hang neatly at her side. She examined the cut of the dress she had chosen for the mission, having been informed beforehand of the need to obscure their identity and blend in as patrons of some casino. Her reflection was one of simple elegance; the hue of her skin contrasted nicely with the black of the gown, showing a bit of leg through the skirt slit up to her thighs. The last thing she wished was to have her movements hampered.

Her hair was coiffed in tight braids that ran along the ridge of her horns before falling free to cascade down into the low cut of the dress’ back. It was maddening how difficult it was to find the right shoes, something that didn’t scream country bumpkin and would keep her from breaking an ankle if they had a need for speed. Well, she chuckled as she pulled on some black leather thigh high boots. It was not reported to be that high brow of an establishment. Having secured a single bladed saber to the inside of the voluminous skirt, she slid some tiny capped darts into the thick braids of her hair just in case she might be relieved of her weapon. Neurotoxins were her delight and she enjoyed sharing their effects with just the right people.

Needless to say she shoved a dagger into the cuff of each boot for back up. Being satisfied that she would look the part of an associate of Harren’s persona, she exited the room and made her way through the city. Men and their toys, anyway, she thought being mindful of just what it was the Deucalian hoped to achieve. It was a worthy objective and she wouldn’t have missed the caper for her own world. Her path cut through a bazaar having passed through numerous winding streets and alleyways filled with all manner of people. Her eyes read the marquee over the businesses passing by all manner of dens of villainy. She paused on a corner near a pawn shop letting her sensory capabilities expand until she detected his presence not far off.

It was with great pleasure that she moved up behind him at last, watching as he waited for his team mates to arrive. Taking in his attire she had to grin as she examined the cut of his suit. The sight of his weapons hanging upon his belt tickled that part of her that knew he would never be civilized no matter what outfit he decided to wear. It was nice to know there were some constants in life. Opening the clutch, she took out the broach and walked up to his left finally announcing her presence.

”My oh my. I never thought I would see the day when anything could get you out of those threads you call clothes”, she pivoted to make an obvious perusal of his get up and grinned. ”You are missing something, but not to worry. I figured you might not remember to accessorize properly.” Reaching out for his lapel, she would attempt to pin the broach in place.

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[Agmundr]

Agmundr wore his Nomadic Warrior Armor into the bazaar, he made no attempt in concealing the twin vibroaxes, the DH-7 blaster pistol, nor the E-33 Blaster Carbine he had brought with him. The older nord had opted to leave his lightsaber behind in his star fighter. With Hutt Space occupied by Mandalorian forces he had figured bringing the weapon brought an unnecessary risk, even if the world he was on remained in Imperial grasps.


Agmundr didn’t bother to actively search for his comrade, he knew Harren wouldn’t be able to miss him. Instead, the older Nord walked took a handful of various nuts while a shopkeeper wasn’t paying attention and popped them into his mouth. He munched on them silently as his golden eyes inspected the man’s wares, part of him wished he was raiding this market place, he wanted some of his goods.


However, the nord simply sighed and walked onwards, he continued to examine the various stalls as he progressed. Eventually, he bumped into his comrade with a finely dressed alien female. Agmundr hazed longingly at the curves of her body from behind, he wondered if this particular maiden would be rough in bed or not.


“Hark, young Harren!” He greeted absent mindedly. “Is this your slave?” He asked as he reached a finger out to stroke the small of her back his his knuckle. “If so, I’d enjoy a turn with her.” He stated lustfully.


His touch was not invited but Agmundr didn’t care, she was not Deucalian and he was unafraid of her reaction to his touch. He desired her, even as his freed left hand reached for and his fingers curved beneath the head of his vibroaxe. He was prepared to draw should the woman attempt to cut him. A hungry smirk appeared on the nord’s face as his golden eyes parted from tracing her outline and fell to Harren’s face.

 

[Harren Skaalvarg]

Doz came out of his peripheral vision holding something and quite blatantly checked him out, which was fine because she looked stunning herself. For the first time Harren looked at her and saw a woman, instead of a drinking partner or a comrade in arms, and he was impressed... Doz had looks when she decided to flaunt them, behind his shades his eyes looked her up and down. He couldn't help but grin as she pinned the broach to his lapel, and had to admit it did complete the look somewhat - What sith in their right mind would wear a flower after all?

"You've never asked Doz - and fur's sexy, I don't know what you mean... Thanks for the flower, now I really do feel like an idiot."

Wrenching his eyes away from Doz's assets, he noticed their other participant in their little venture. Agmundr, fellow Deucalian and someone who clearly didn't feel comfortable dressing in anything other than armour. Harren understood, the suit felt tight and restrictive and his collar itched - he never had that problem in furs or armour - and especially not when he went around in nothing but a kilt... That was a truly freeing experience. He wondered how his two friends were going to get on for all of half a moment.

It became abundantly clear the moment the other nord ran a knuckle down Doz's exposed back and asked if she was a slave - among other things. Harren's smile twisted up on the left side of his mouth as Agmundr demonstrated Deucalian culture, something Harren had never been exposed to properly outside of the fanatical hardline survivalists of the Varg. There was nothing wrong with what Agmundr was doing as far as their way of life was concerned - for if Doz truly was a thrall she'd be nothing more than property, equal in value only to Harren's blade, or a pet. There was no harm in asking...

At least, there wouldn't be if she wasn't a Sith. He was pleased his eyes were hidden behind the mirrored shades, because they always gave away his true intentions.

"Agmundr, Doz, Doz, Agmundr. She's not a slave, brother, so you can ask her herself. You'll enjoy what comes next I'm sure - but try not to start a riot in the street I want this damned gun."

His attention turning from the pair, he looked over at the casino. There were a pair of thick set Noghri bouncers on the door but it was little more than an oversized gambling den. There'd be no cameras inside, any power at all in fact would be surprising. The Noghri themselves would prove to be the threat - they were pretty much all capable in a fight - but that meant that once they had the pistol and were away, there would likely be no repercussions at all.

So long as they left no witnesses.

 

[Doz Noth]

With her fingers busy pinning on the broach, she couldn’t really see his eyes investigating her ill concealed attributes. So when he made his quip her eyes flashed up to his with a huge grin spreading across her features. ”Ask? Harren you shock me. I think this suit has dulled your sword.” She took her fist and hit the broach slamming it firm against his chest as though she were an officer pinning a newly promoted agent. Only that ceremony left off the backing so the ‘pin’ pierced flesh whereas this broach was fastened securely and would not poke the man. She went on to fill his mind with a bit of superstitious witch lore and said as though it was the most natural fact in the Galaxy, ”You know ground Zabrak horn is supposed to be good for virility.”

She was about to remark about flowers making the man when the image of the warrior coming up behind her was reflected in Harren’s shades. She heard him hail her companion and sussed out he must be the third of their number, when suddenly she felt his touch upon her back. Her spine undulated along the trail of his knuckle smoothing upward against her exposed skin, her eyes watching the expression change upon Harren’s face to the man’s words. And then she had a name to go with the face and his touch.

Her right hand slid from Harren’s chest even as her left slammed back behind her fully intending to grip the man’s short hairs and rip them out by the roots. It was a bit of a shock then for her to feel her palm slap up against the rock hardness of his armour. Turning on her feet, her arm turning over to expose the underside of her bare arm, she tilted her head to the right and said, ”Quite the lovely little sandwich you boys have in the makings, however…”, she lifted her hand to make a show of wiping his musk from her palm to his chest plate before continuing, ”...I suppose it would be very premature of you to celebrate before the work is done.”

Dropping her hand to her side, she did not take her eyes from his face as though she were daring the man to draw the axe he was so fondly stroking. Instead she asked Harren in her even tone of voice, ”Are we done with the introductions? Or is there more ego stroking that needs to be done?”

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[Agmundr]

"A free woman?" Agmundr asked as he cocked a single eyebrow.

His expression was one of shock, it was a reaction that etched it's way into even his touch. Instantly, Agmundr's finger withdrew from the woman's back, a reaction that was potentially too soon. The woman began talking about ground zabrak horns and something about virility, was she making an innuendo? The question seemingly answered itself as Agmundr felt the palm of her hand slap against his plated groin.

"Woah-ho-ho!" He exclaimed, the sound of shock quickly being replaced by one of interest and lust.

Agmundr leaned towards the woman's ear after she had turned to face him, pinning herself between Harren and himself. Her comment about an "interesting sandwich" sparked a twisted idea in his mind. The words that fell from his lips were in a hushed yet intense whisper.

"How much for the both of us?" He asked quietly.

Agmundr had figured the woman was a prostitute. Why else would a freed woman be dressed as she was in a bazaar, which was in front of a gambling den of all places? Agmundr figured she was attempting to allure more clients for the evening and he had been allured. Agmundr's eyes flickered up to his comrade and he gave him a quick grin. This was developing into a most interesting day indeed.

Unfortunately, Agmundr had missed anything after the words sandwich left Doz's lips. The blood had rushed from one head to the other and he was entirely focused on what it demanded.

 

[Doz Noth]

Backing into Harren, pressed together by the advance of the man, her eyes maintained their contact not flinching from him in the least. Even as this elder one bent forward to whisper in her ear, the wash of his breath teasing her neck and shoulder, she closed her eyes and smiled for his words were all too precious. He was challenging her autonomy as a woman and not even considering her a warrior, she doubted the Deucalian even realized nor would care if he did. Doz lived for challenge and this played all too well into her competitive nature for she would not back down. It would be a true pleasure to educate the man, this Agmundr.

While her interactions with Harren this day were playful, his flirtation hinting at the thinly veiled heat that dwelt within the man, she was all too conscious of her body pressed now against his. Agmundr’s, however, was a raging torrent and she sensed well what fed his power even without his bulk pinning her in place. And yet there was no malice in that sensing, only a drive that was far from tamed.

Her right hand drifted up to the top of her head scratching at one of her braids, but with Harren standing a good 20 cm taller he would see her finger tease at the head of one of the ‘ornamental’ hair pins; darts containing her special blend of neurotoxins. For certain with her bare arm stretched up exposing the curves of her form, Agmundr’s eyes would need a lot more willpower than that exhibited by his rising sword to be paying any attention to what her fingers were doing.

Her answer came with a prolonging of the first word as though she was doing a mental calculation of her funds, ”We-e-ell, I’m not a rich woman, Agmundr, despite the threads. But I think for the both of you”, she nodded her head thoughtfully and lowered her hand to her side before continuing, ”I could probably afford to pay 20 creds each?” Smiling in anticipation of the hoped for transformation of his expression, Doz kept her focus mission minded and she left her weapon concealed for now.

While the Zabrak was a free woman by birth and very much of the warrior class, she didn’t feel the need to correct his impression. She knew who and what she was. As such, she wouldn’t be explaining a thing, she would just do as she pleased by egging on his assumptions. ”Normally I don’t pay for what I can take for free, but if you are low on funds I might make an exception.” Her words not only made it plain she was calling him out as the prostitute but a charity case to boot.

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

"Oh by the Gods," Was all Harren could get out in response, muttering it under his breath as Doz toyed with him. Then Agmundr was, well, Agmundr, and made everything worse - or was it better? Harren was having a hard time telling. The two of them exchanged a heated greeting, making it very clear exactly what the pair of them wanted out of this meeting. Harren was game - now he'd seen Doz dress like a woman (of the night) she appeared almost another person entirely to the warrior he'd seen slaughtering Pyke on Teth, or freeing slaves on Gamorr. She was intoxicating.

This was also because Doz was now pressed up against him, sandwiched between himself and Agmundr as the latter made his interest very clearly known. Harren wasn't wearing armour, just his suit - he felt every curve as she laid back into him. He didn't step away, keeping her there as she pulled a dart surreptitiously from her hair and made her quip about Agmundr being the whore, not her. It made him laugh out loud.

She was definitely right there, he was a man of many vices. Honourable though.

Then he realised she was including him in the list of whores in this square. Typical Doz. He still didn't move, but he involuntarily tensed at the slight - knowing she'd probably revel in that he decided that she'd played with the two of them enough for now. He wanted his gun, though he suspected that sentence held true with Doz now in a different sense, but he couldn't let the pair of them distract him from that. He wouldn't get this window again, favours from Intelligence weren't lightly passed up - and if Doz went for Agmundr with whatever was in that dart the commotion would certainly ruin any chances they had of getting in there without a fight and actually using the meeting that'd been set up for them. Time to stop the games, then.

"The two of you keep me from that casino, and I'll take exception," He growled. "We revisit this later, Doz, Brother." He emphasised the last word, catching Agmundr's eye. He knew he'd be the most reluctant one to stop their game. @Kayenta Moenkopi @Apollyon

 

[Doz Noth]

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Sometime later, mission completed, Doz looked out over the waters along the shoreline of a moonlit night from the balcony of a secluded cabin. She had been more than glad to leave the city, the trio pumped up from their recent success. Harren had gotten his gun, she’d gotten his and so much more. The thought caused her to turn from where she had her forearms resting upon the railing to gaze back into the bedroom over her left shoulder.

Silvery light illuminated her bare form making her tattooed skin take on hues unique to this moment in time alone, while her dark mane of hair rustled with her motion to nestle along the curves of her back. Doz drank in the rays to be reflected in the motes of light in her eyes as she gazed back at the bed through the open glass double doors that led out onto the balcony. The jumped tangle of manhood upon the bed caused her to crack a wide grin.

Agmundr’s bulk and grizzled form, Harren’s newly scarred and full of life; even as they slept sprawled across the bed the grin grew into the warmest of smiles upon lips that tasted of her recent abandon. Shield brothers, Doz snorted mentally though in truth she would die before harm came to either one. She had never known this feeling before, a loyalty so fervent than it could never be denied. The thought was sobering causing her to turn her back upon the men, the shambles of the room, and stare back across the moonlit waters of the lake. Bonded as she was to these men through battle, friendship, and pleasure, it was that her heart that still ached for another.

It had been ages since she had seen her partner who had gone off with The Emperor leaving her with no word of his fate. She shook her head and snorted audibly this time over the foolishness of how easily the man had captured her soul. All he’d done was lower the veil over his eyes so she might peek into the depth of the man, and in nothing more intimate that a dance upon the floor. ”Where are you now Tarsus”, she sighed wondering if he even would remember her name.

The thought brought her head up sharp and she laughed softly at the melodromatic turn of thoughts. For sure he would never forget her, no matter that the feelings she felt for him were not returned. She hoped he yet lived. Turning from the railing, she paced her way slowly into the room intending on getting back to the business of living herself. At the edge of the bed she crawled over Harren placing her hand upon his mouth and her placed face so close to his when his eyes popped open. Drawing back she put her finger to her lips and said, ”Come swim with me Harren.” With a soul that was free she grinned drawing him from his rest and out under the moonlit night to enjoy the waters of life.

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