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A smuggler of the most sophisticated kind, Dai-Vow was a man sought after in nearly every endeavor with a bounty on his head and a hunter on his heels. A tall Kiffar with a constant scowl upon his angular face and the weight of his accomplishments held upon his broad shoulders he found himself fully realizing the compromising position he was in.
Never in his career had he been meager in the assurance of his own safety, men were constantly at his beck and call - at his back at every moment- every where he set foot he was protected by gunmen seen and unseen but on that particular night he shared the company of only one other person- and he had insisted none of his men be near- not even to stand by the door. He found himself fidgeting, a habit he had never taken up to his knowledge and yet the thought of his guest’s arrival caused him to do so uncontrollably.
Calming himself he let his eyes lose focus on the view his seat permitted, the filthy city scape of Nar Shaddaa lay before him, polluted like a disease infested Coruscant. His guard had dropped considerably since leaving the aforementioned planet, the disorder of Nar Shadda was a like a cloak to those who sought refuge from the law.
Then she arrived, a smiling reflection in the window, grinning mischievously at his seemingly unawareness of her presence. Beauty that needed no introduction.
She looped her arms around his neck and startled him at the unexpected physical contact. It was like having doll, she styled herself to his taste and was willing to alter her looks to meet his passing fancies. Had Dai-Vow wanted a woman with shorter hair- she would be that woman as soon as scissors were within her reach, if he changed his mind and wanted her to wear red rather then black, she would obliged with only a follow up question as to which a shade would look best on her skin tone- for a man who loved control she was ideal, a customizable woman of the rarest sort: organic and willing.
She pressed her kiss to his cheek then spoke into his ear softly, lips moist and full- the color of rose clay.
"What do you think?" She asked.
Pulling away she modeled her new outfit- the one he preferred to her first personal selection...
"It suites you." He replied, shortly, rubbing his upper lip with his index finger and remaining seated.
"Matches your eyes!" he added.
Which was untrue considering the pair she possessed were multicolored; grey in the middle like a star burst and pale blue surrounding the rest of the iris.
But she nodded never the less, smiling and turning about. Her hair bounced in lush curls of dark against the tan of her skin.
“I’d be wearing slate every time if you had a say” She said, taking a seat on his lap and knowing that he did.
He laughed through his nose and looked her over, venturing to even run his fingers through her hair before he was interrupted to roam further with a clumsy tip of a glass.
He had forgotten he was holding a drink in his hand, the contents of which stained her top.
“Dammit.” he muttered and she rose, halting his apologies.
“Its fine- I’ll be but a moment.” She insisted.
And then she left him to ‘clean herself up.’ leaving him to wait once more, eyes lazily resting on the sky line. He smiled, his heart throbbed with longing and his adoration nearly verbalized by the feeling welling up inside for his most forgotten emotions.
As most things that are too good to be true go- it was.
For as the woman of Dai-Fel’s eye and the object of his most honestly granted affection stepped out of his view and down the empty hall of his modest accommodations ( the entire top floor rented out of an upper class hotel-even by criminal standards) her motives were made clear…
Echo Eii-Sai had just secured the death of her newest target.
Entering the elevator she spoke- she rarely verbalized her signals but felt secure enough in that instance that her unseen communicator’s signal would not be heard or tracked.
“Twentieth floor, you’ll know who I am.” She said, her voice like a scratchier alteration of the one she used while addressing her male companion on the upper floor. Echo Eii-Sai had just secured the death of her newest target, but it would not be by her own hands.
It was not unlike her to make arrangements to work with organizations needing an inside woman- although the art of combat was not amongst her talents, being a decorated snitch and spy was…and she was never styled the same way twice- with each job came a new name and a new disguise and the one she had given her newest partners was no different.
Quickly making a pit stop at room 2430, she retrieved a trim pack (utensils within its folds) with all she would need for the coming event, strapping it to her back she reentered the elevator briefly.
Crossing her arms behind her back she exited on the previously mentioned floor and met her new associates for the first time- a pair of bounty hunters straight from the guild.
A smuggler of the most sophisticated kind, Dai-Vow was a man sought after in nearly every endeavor with a bounty on his head and a hunter on his heels. A tall Kiffar with a constant scowl upon his angular face and the weight of his accomplishments held upon his broad shoulders he found himself fully realizing the compromising position he was in.
Never in his career had he been meager in the assurance of his own safety, men were constantly at his beck and call - at his back at every moment- every where he set foot he was protected by gunmen seen and unseen but on that particular night he shared the company of only one other person- and he had insisted none of his men be near- not even to stand by the door. He found himself fidgeting, a habit he had never taken up to his knowledge and yet the thought of his guest’s arrival caused him to do so uncontrollably.
Calming himself he let his eyes lose focus on the view his seat permitted, the filthy city scape of Nar Shaddaa lay before him, polluted like a disease infested Coruscant. His guard had dropped considerably since leaving the aforementioned planet, the disorder of Nar Shadda was a like a cloak to those who sought refuge from the law.
Then she arrived, a smiling reflection in the window, grinning mischievously at his seemingly unawareness of her presence. Beauty that needed no introduction.
She looped her arms around his neck and startled him at the unexpected physical contact. It was like having doll, she styled herself to his taste and was willing to alter her looks to meet his passing fancies. Had Dai-Vow wanted a woman with shorter hair- she would be that woman as soon as scissors were within her reach, if he changed his mind and wanted her to wear red rather then black, she would obliged with only a follow up question as to which a shade would look best on her skin tone- for a man who loved control she was ideal, a customizable woman of the rarest sort: organic and willing.
She pressed her kiss to his cheek then spoke into his ear softly, lips moist and full- the color of rose clay.
"What do you think?" She asked.
Pulling away she modeled her new outfit- the one he preferred to her first personal selection...
"It suites you." He replied, shortly, rubbing his upper lip with his index finger and remaining seated.
"Matches your eyes!" he added.
Which was untrue considering the pair she possessed were multicolored; grey in the middle like a star burst and pale blue surrounding the rest of the iris.
But she nodded never the less, smiling and turning about. Her hair bounced in lush curls of dark against the tan of her skin.
“I’d be wearing slate every time if you had a say” She said, taking a seat on his lap and knowing that he did.
He laughed through his nose and looked her over, venturing to even run his fingers through her hair before he was interrupted to roam further with a clumsy tip of a glass.
He had forgotten he was holding a drink in his hand, the contents of which stained her top.
“Dammit.” he muttered and she rose, halting his apologies.
“Its fine- I’ll be but a moment.” She insisted.
And then she left him to ‘clean herself up.’ leaving him to wait once more, eyes lazily resting on the sky line. He smiled, his heart throbbed with longing and his adoration nearly verbalized by the feeling welling up inside for his most forgotten emotions.
As most things that are too good to be true go- it was.
For as the woman of Dai-Fel’s eye and the object of his most honestly granted affection stepped out of his view and down the empty hall of his modest accommodations ( the entire top floor rented out of an upper class hotel-even by criminal standards) her motives were made clear…
Echo Eii-Sai had just secured the death of her newest target.
Entering the elevator she spoke- she rarely verbalized her signals but felt secure enough in that instance that her unseen communicator’s signal would not be heard or tracked.
“Twentieth floor, you’ll know who I am.” She said, her voice like a scratchier alteration of the one she used while addressing her male companion on the upper floor. Echo Eii-Sai had just secured the death of her newest target, but it would not be by her own hands.
It was not unlike her to make arrangements to work with organizations needing an inside woman- although the art of combat was not amongst her talents, being a decorated snitch and spy was…and she was never styled the same way twice- with each job came a new name and a new disguise and the one she had given her newest partners was no different.
Quickly making a pit stop at room 2430, she retrieved a trim pack (utensils within its folds) with all she would need for the coming event, strapping it to her back she reentered the elevator briefly.
Crossing her arms behind her back she exited on the previously mentioned floor and met her new associates for the first time- a pair of bounty hunters straight from the guild.
