[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][font=Franklin Gothic Medium]They would never know she was a danger to them. She wore her innocence, her beauty as a disguise and fused her way into the normal web of daily life. Little did anyone on the outside know that her spirit was as cold as the ice blue of her eyes, if not colder. Erin Cimmerii was not a tortured soul, in fact, she rather liked doing the torturing herself. There was no emotional conflict between "right" and "wrong" within her blackened heart, nor was there the thought that what she was doing could prove to hurt others. What did she care? Did it change her in the least? No. Of course not. Nothing touched her. Erin was more than a human, she was a Sith. Under her breath, the woman hummed a far-off melody in perfect tune. Happy birthday to me.. Happy birthday to me.. Happy birthday dear Erin.. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]The Astral Astoria. Mmm… Erin’s mind worked quickly as she surveyed a casino, The Excelsior, [/font][font=Franklin Gothic Medium]within the space station, a glorious mixture of lust, greed, and sin. Wherever the heart was at its very worst would be the exact spot the almost fully trained Sith would work her magic. A little charm, long legs, and a pair of blue eyes could get a girl far in this place. Smoke filled the air around her and added to the aura she always seemed to carry. Many looked, but none approached, it was almost as if they knew better to speak unless spoken to. She was out of their league. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Erin wasn’t dressed seductively, she wasn’t the cheap whore that some women made themselves into in order to be noticed. Her legs were covered with dark cloth, tight on the hips, but flowing out a bit so that they didn’t cling to her body, and hid the bulge of the six inch stiletto attached to her calf. Silver silk covered the top half of her body in a shirt that came to just above her hips. It was a wrap style which would be put on like a jacket, with the front open, then each side tucked into place and tied with the black silk belt around the waist. Erin’s one vanity clothing-wise would probably be in the sleek shoes she wore daily. Graceful heels had always been her style and she moved in them just as well as others moved in flat soled shoes. After all, nothing destroyed the dignity of a man like being stepped on with spike heels after falling to the ground. A black coat hung to around knee level on the young Sith and pulled the rest of her outfit together and darkened it slightly, leaving only bits of silver to be seen. The prey was spotted. Erin smiled. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]The big winner for the night in the casino was a fat Gungan, the creature had wracked up a final score of about fifteen thousand credits, not too terribly much in the eyes of the Cimmerii woman, but enough to make her want to obtain it. In a strange type of foreign poker, sabacc, the amphibian-like alien excelled, turning a meager amount of credits into a hefty sum in no time. If she’d known the playing style, she imagined she could have swindled the money out of him like a pro and played him in the game. Erin didn’t have time for that, though. She would have to improvise and get things done quickly, the champion was to retire to his suite soon. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]He was a father, she didn’t doubt. The Gungan didn’t flirt with the women around him, nor let his eyes travel. He was there for the thrill of the game and nothing more, unless of course, someone was in need of his assistance. With a nod to the crowd around him, the alien rose and laughed, nodded and began to waddle on his merry way. Erin seized the opportunity and barreled forward, her head down, and let tears stream down her face. The act was well played, she appeared distraught, but trying to hide her emotions at the same time. Another body bumped into her, as she had planned, and in turn, shoved her into the Gungan. With an almost shocked gasp, Erin flew backwards and appeared to cry even harder when she sat up again from the floor, curling against her knees in front of him. Though the rest of the casino stayed busy, each and every person filled to the brim with concern for themselves, the Gungan stopped and picked her up gently, spewing apologies and worried murmurs. Erin’s arm traveled to her stomach and she crossed it over, holding it as if she’d hurt her abdomen. With her hair over her face, she smiled to herself and knew that she had him in her clutches, there was no turning back now.[/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]"Are yousa hurt? What's wron?" Erin shook her head weakly as the Gungan practically lifted her to her feet and dusted her off, speaking in a concerned, thickly accented voice the entire time. She was quiet until he led her over to a small bar along the edge of the casino where a few people were sitting, one of which appeared to be a drunken man slumped over his empty drink glasses. After a few moments, Erin looked up at the man with an almost thankful smile, tears still lingering in her eyes. The Sith spoke softly in an unexpectedly rich voice, "Thank you, I must admit I was rather distracted. I didn’t mean to crash into you." Wiping at her eyes, Erin let out a sigh and the Gungan took a seat beside her. Once again, she smiled, a pretty smile but with a hidden hint of coldness that was painfully obvious to the trained eye. It gave her an eerie, mysterious quality, but did little to sway one’s view of her, especially if they hadn’t known her for long. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Continuing the act, Erin wrung her hands together in her lap and spoke again quietly, looking at the Gungan. "I guess it was stupid of me to come here, but tell me, have you seen a young man here tonight, about my height, probably a bit taller? He’s got brown hair, large scar under his left eye… He’s…" She let out a disgusted sound, "He’s addicted to this place. I should never have gotten involved with him, but we all make mistakes. I need to find him, I’ve got to get some kind of money, he took it all with him. Everything I’d saved!" The woman paused and looked at the Gungan as if she was embarrassed for all of the talking she’d been doing, but he urged her on, giving her a calming smile and trying to reassure the seemingly rattled young woman. "I know I sound like just another sob story, but I’m not here for my own benefit." She looked down and unwrapped her coat slowly and let the true magic begin.[/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Erin had always been good at using the Force to do mind tricks and could fool the most hardened veterans of the Force sorceries with a bit of luck, but she dared not to try that. Those with weak minds were so much easier to manipulate, so much easier to play with. The story had been a mere lie, a hook to pull him in before she jerked it and bored her way into the skin. Now, her eyes looked up into his and she pulled memories, feelings, and emotions into her palette from his mind, she would continue to paint the lie in all of its glorious colors. A Force projection would be her first trick of the day, but not just any projection. She created something that would appeal to each sense she wanted to prey upon. Erin had chosen the obvious features of the older Gungan and used them to her advantage. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]The usually flat, muscled stomach that had come from years of learning various fighting styles appeared to be largely rounded to the Gungan, showing the premature stages of a pregnancy. She put pressure on the emotions the alien felt with the birth of his own children and the fear of being a young parent. The Sith woman swallowed hard as she showed him her "child to be" and put on a look of utter vulnerability, as if she was baring her soul to him. The Gungan’s expression went from shock, to uncertainty, and finally to pity. Pity! That was what she was looking for, pity! She’d turned his love for fatherhood into a weakness that he’d not known could be possible. "As I said, I’m not here for my own benefit. I’ve got this kid to raise and without money… I can’t necessarily do that, can I? I’ve got nothing left now. I have to find the man I was looking for." [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]The Gungan’s mouth opened, then closed, and opened once again. A string of apologies poured from his mouth in his peculiar accent but Erin cut him off. Time to move on to the next stage, her time for playing was soon to be cut off, though she enjoyed it far too much. Fun and games were good while they lasted, but there were times when seriousness was required. Soon, Erin would have to deal with one of those times. Mind tricks were a favorite of the young Sith and she used them quite often on those she could get away with. Her eyes pierced his soul and he went quiet, almost in a trance-like state. Her hand fluttered before his eyes in a quick, efficient motion. "So, I think you’ll agree with me. You don’t need the money." The Gungan nodded and spoke after her, "Mesa dont be need'n tha monees." [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Erin continued smoothly, with a cold, stern tinge to her voice, moving forward to place a hand on the Gungan’s arm. With her other hand, she made the motion again, almost as if she was brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. "The money is mine." The creature’s eyes were disconnected looking, as if he was staring over her shoulder, but seeing nothing. The gaze would most likely be mistaken for a drunken stare, simply a man who had consumed just a few too many drinks. "Tha money isa yours." The Gungan stated in a distant voice and nodded slowly, once again. In a small flurry of activity, the money exchanged accounts, from him to her at the casino’s check out and she counted it in her head silently. "It was certainly a pleasure doing business with you sir," Erin murmured as she stood away from him. Her self-made mirage disappeared from the man’s mind as easily as it had appeared and her stomach was left smooth and flat. One blue eye winked in at him and she turned, pivoting gracefully on her heels. "Idiot. I think this gets easier with each try." Her voice was muffled by the sound and smoke around her, but hearing the sharp edge in it gave her the shivers. Just like Mother-dear… [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]As Erin exited the casino she admired the nice amount of credits in possession. Fifteen thousand was not nearly enough for the purpose she needed it for, but she and Kuro could fix that later. Her heels made snapping sounds as she walked past crowds of people, shoving through the large lines to make her destination on time. He was late, she figured, but not too far away. She could sense him nearby but the distance she couldn’t determine exactly. Nevertheless, he would be there in plenty of time. Erin found a small café with a live singer on the stage, a pathetically beautiful Twilek in a shade of light rose with a sultry, sulky voice. In a shrugging motion, she cast the heavy coat off of her arms and let it hang on the back of the chair. Kuro would send a transmission soon and would be well. She crossed her legs slowly and smiled in the darkness. [/font][font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Yes… This will be the coming of age and birthday to kill all. Literally.[/font]

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This was an important trip. It was not the type that one could miss and not think twice about. As the time ticked down on his chronometer Kuro let out a silent curse beneath his breath and continued to hurry along the jammed corridors of the starport on his homeworld of Korriban. He should have left for the Astral Astoria with his sister to celebrate their nineteenth birthday, but orders from his parents had made that impossible. It would now take some extreme luck to make it to the gate where the cruiser he would be taking was boarding on time. Glancing down at his chronometer again he shook his head and with a soft sigh of disgust started to push even harder against the endless tide of people, human and alien alike, surrounding him. If only they knew who the teenager was and what he was capable of they would part for him like peasants for royalty. He was a Sith and it was in his blood, it was how he was raised, it was who he was. He could clear the crowd with minimal effort but that would bring him something he needed very little of: attention. His only other option was to grit his teeth and continue to struggle through the crowd, which is exactly what he did.

He made it! And with not a moment to spare because the last call for boarding on the Jubilant One, the converted Corellian Corvette that would be carrying him and several hundred other passengers to the Astral Astoria, had just sounded. Breathing a soft sigh of relief he extended a black gloved hand and offered his ticket to the young Twi'lek woman that was collecting them. Jubilant One was a nice ship and the first-class ticket he owned would allow him a comfortable suite.

As Kuro stepped onto the boarding ramp he found himself wondering what his room would be like. The type of suite that was usually found on a ship like this was sometimes a bit overdone for his tastes, with ill matched pieces imported from other worlds, gaudy colors, and fabrics that were meant to show off the liner's wealth rather than offer a feeling of comfort to the guest. Kuro preferred a somewhat simple room done in warm colors with polished wooden panels on the walls, comfortable furniture, and plush bantha hide carpet that his feet could sink into and keep warm. He was so immersed in wondering about the suite that he didn't even notice when a Human teenager with brown hair came to him. "Can I have your bags, sir?" Kuro started slightly when the boy spoke but hoped it wouldn't show as he glanced down at his bags, tilting his head forward as a slight nod. He wasn't in the best of moods from his ordeal in getting to the ship, so when the attendant didn't bother to speak or ask for a name as he stooped to retrieve Kuro's bags it was just as well to him.

It took a bit of walking but several corridors later the Human teenager stopped abruptly in front of a silver keypad on the wall. He sat Kuro's bags down gently on the floor and, reaching into the maroon vest he wore, pulled out a small ID card. Reaching forward the attendant slid the card through the scanner and pressed several of the grayish buttons on the pad, causing a door to slide open with a 'hiss' and reveal Kuro's suite. "Your room, sir." He smiled brightly at Kuro and stepped to the side to let him in while retrieving the bags. Kuro nodded curtly to the Human and spoke in a cool voice, "Carry my luggage inside and place it at the foot of my bunk." He spoke with the quickness and confidence of someone used to having their way and didn't bother to look back to see if his order would be carried out. He knew it would be and when he heard a quiet mutter from behind him he gave a small shrug of his shoulders. It was a shame because up until those words Kuro had been prepared to tip the boy well for not being overly talkative and obeying without complaints. Once the teenager returned to stand before him after placing the bags at the foot of the bed as ordered Kuro reached into his pocket and fished out several credits. He spoke in the same voice as before, using as few words as possible, as he tipped him. "That is all." He stated, waving the boy off with a finalized gesture.

The suite was well-furnished but not too overdone. It had the rich wooden panels and shaggy reddish-brown bantha carpets that he liked so much. The furniture was like-wise made with wooden frames and comfortable looking shimmer silk cushions on them. It was a material that sometimes seemed too flashy for him, but in this case it seemed to work well with the rest of the room. On one wall there was a large tapestry depicting the historic battle of Yavin where the first Death Star was destroyed. Set in another wall was the open entrance to refresher station where one could wash and relax before flopping down on the cozy looking bunk that was on another wall. It looked as if it had shimmer silk sheets on it and the pillows were similar to the cushions on the rest of the furniture, covered in shimmer silk cases and most likely stuffed with the very same down.

'Not bad, not bad at all...' Kuro was pleased with the suite. There were some things in it that were not to his general liking, such as the tapestries, but it would do. He took a quick tour of the room to familiarize himself with it, taking in every detail and storing it into his memory as he had a habit of doing. As he finished his sweep of the room Kuro moved over to the refresher station and turned on a wall faucet, causing hot water to start to fill the basin beneath it. When it was full he cupped both hands and dipped them in, splashing his face with the soothing warmth. It felt good to wash his face, but it would feel even better to have a stint in the steam bath. That would definitely refresh him and allow him to relax some. Reaching over he slapped a touch panel on the wall and the door slid shut behind him with a hiss. He moved across the small area and turned on the steamer then shed his clothes, letting them pile on the ground at his feet, before stepping into the little cubicle and seating himself on the wooden bench with a soft sigh.

Kuro curled his legs beneath him and sat perfectly still inside the small space as he closed his eyes, letting the steam wash over him. Soon his breathing became slower and deeper as his mind and body started to relax. There had been so much on his mind, but to think and worry could cause him to hold back and that was not an option at all. He knew what had to be done and was determined to do it, so the only option for now was to meditate and focus. After all...hadn't his dear, dear parents taught him to focus on what must be, not worry about could be? Kuro's face slowly split into his customary half-smile at that realization and slowly began to bury himself in his mind as he and Erin had been taught since childhood.

'Attention all passengers! Attention all passengers! We will be lifting off very shortly, so please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy your flight!'

The announcement came over the ship's comlink system as Kuro was emerging from the refresher station, wearing little more than a towel and looking visibly more relaxed than before. The steam bath had made him warm and comfortable. 'Mmm... I could use a nap. It would be a good way to pass the time on the way to the Astral Astoria and leave me refreshed and alert when I got there.' He went to his bunk, stopping to stoop before his bags. Searching through them he soon shook his head and fastened the clasp on them then stood. '"Why not? I'm alone." he asked himself as he shed the towel and climbed into the bed, drawing the shimmer-silk sheets up around him. Shimmer-silk had always felt so good against his skin, so smooth and cool. Kuro smiled as he closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep.



Note: I wanted to apologize to everyone for taking so long in posting this. I've been having a very hard time with writing lately and the opening of this post has been especially frustrating. I thought I'd leave him sleeping as a reason for the short pause there will be while I write the rest of the post. Enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback in my inbox, but take it easy on me, I haven't RPed in years! Thanks!

Well folks, it looks like this post is dead and gone. Unless anyone wants to pick up and start something, IE if a bounty hunter is interested in a job... Otherwise, it's done with.

Dango sits in his cockpit watching the stars and the ships that arrive on the Astral Astoria, freighters, shuttles and all kinds of ships arriving, leaving and leaving their cargo. The only hope of surviving now was to stay hidden and hope that Grecka would be delied enough or that he would be fooled complitely by the fake body of dango. If that happened he could continue his work around here only with an another identity claiming that he had now taken control of the golden sting. Dango sighs sounding misserable and takes a golden medallion from his pocket watching it for a while wishing his mother back to guide him, but that was only a wish. No one could escape death forever and that included sadly him, but when it would happen he would be remembered as the greatest bounty hunter in the universe. That wasn`t an uncommon thing among bounty hunters, but Dango never intended to become a bounty hunter unlike his mother, because of his mother he was born to be one. He put the medallion back and rises up from the chair, which answer by sounding like a broken record as always. Dango walks out of the cockpit touching the wall all the way until he reaches the medical bay, where he lets the computer to repair his hand. "Strange indeed..." He hadn`t felt any pain after Grecka had bought the story of his death nor did he feel pain in battle. The blaster shot had been a sting in a world of blur, which was the best way to describe his battles when adrenaline took over and he acted as a cold blooded bounty hunter should. All this lonelynes was making him mad and soon he propably would begin to talk to himself and answer back, he had to get out in the crowd and see living beings.

Dango left the medical section for his weapons and this time he would be ready for an attack on his ship, Dango activates the old automatic turrets that would make toast out of any attacker while on his way to the weapon locker. Dango`s boots clap against the steel when he walks to the locker and opens it after few codes. Dango once again arms himself, but this time he left the blaster rifle in the locker and takes about thrity of throwing disks, that would cut the targets flesh like knife could cut hot butter. He charges his pistol and staff, then he opens the ships entrance and runs into the mechanic who he talked about two days ago.

"What now?" Dango asks
"Well..we`ll have to take out the burned parts of the hyperdrive so, that the repairs could begins soon as the parts arrive.."
"Fine then...but if something happens to this ship while I`m gone then you my friend are going to pay for it."

Dango leaves the mechanic to work and walks out of the hangar, he looks around wondering what he could do next. Dango touches his money in his pocket and looks at the store, that had some ship parts outside and wondered if he could have enough money for some new systems for his ship. Finally he shakes his head because he remembers that most of the money from those 14 bounties went to his personal weaponry and that hadn`t even been much. Dango needed a drink, just to kill his time and the bars were full of people and contacts for new employers. Dango leaves for the bar district and every where the crowd makes way for him knowing there was no mesing with a bounty hunter. Dango arrives a bar with some people in it and some turn their face`s at him, but he doesn`t really care and sits in an shadowy corner table leaning against the wall. Then he orders a drink and while waiting he excaminates the people in the bar, few rodian smugglers on the other side of the bar talking about some prices, twilek daning was too usual, but there was one person in the bar that really got his atention. A young woman dressed in black and she was sitting relaxed, Dango smelled the stench of a jedi in her, but even he knew that jedi didn`t dress in black.

"So..A sith onboard eh?" Dango whispers to himself

The waitress comes back and hears somewords, but luckily she didn`t really care about some stranges talks, but saw a chance to make more money.

"What did you say? Another drink?" The waitress smiles
Dango looks at the waitress"Mind your own business and your looking for a tip then you can beat it.."

Dango returned to his drink watching the siths movements, not hating her like he hated the jedi because the jedi represented all the good in the galaxy and that made Dango sick even thinking those things. All the joy Dango could find in this world was a cold drink, a fast ship, great weapory and to see a jedi die by his own hand...

OOC: I hope this rp is enough for you, but if this wasn`t what you were looking for then I`ll delete this message :D

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]The contents of her bag were scattered before her on the black marble table and her spike heels had come off by this time. Kuro was late, too late and the young Sith was getting irritated with her brother. With a glare at the comlink, she flung it with a loud slam on the table and let out a growl. Her temper flared again and she signaled the waitress for a drink. The woman was far too full of smiles for her own good and that irritated Erin as well. No one should be that damn happy for any reason, she consented and ordered a full bottle of expensive liquor. At least this place was upscale, rather than one of the more seedy places on the Astoria. She’d never had a taste for the grittier side of life, even though she’d been more than exposed to it. Her training had consisted of the worst of the worst, in the most dangerous places her rather dared to drag her to. "Bottoms up, Daddy" Erin whispered and tipped her head back to drink the thick, fruit flavored alcohol. It flowed past her lips like satin, but burned like fire when it hit her throat. She would have choked, had she cared to let the feeling take hold of her, but she didn’t. Pain was an aphrodisiac. Alcohol was a more than willing lover. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]She wanted more, gazing at the crystal bottle lovingly, but something drew her away, though she didn’t look. It amused her that prey often tried to become the hunter, so she played along for a moment. Eyes watched her from across the room but she merely stared ahead at the mesmerizing singer on the stage. The voice rang out and perhaps it was the alcohol, but Erin enjoyed herself for just a moment. The Twilek’s voice swelled to a crescendo and the song broke into silence. The female’s gentle swaying that had so attracted the young woman’s eyes stopped and she faded back into darkness. Regret was one of the few feelings that ran through Erin as the Twilek exited her post and the small café grew quiet, but soon awareness of her surroundings returned. The eyes lingered, still. They challenged her to look back, to acknowledge the stalking gaze, but she would not allow him that honor. At least, she sensed it was a him from across the room. A growl nearly escaped again. What could a perfect stranger possibly want from her? No one knew of her here and she was thankful for the obscurity. She was too well known back around her parents’ circle of acquaintances, but not as a power in her own, only an extension of a family. Erin was merely a puzzle piece. But not for long…[/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Erin’s fingers danced around the rim of the glass bottle for another few moments until she merely shifted her ice eye blue eyes in the direction of the stare. Immediately, her eyes were undeniably locked with his. An eyebrow raised in surprise, it wasn’t another human gawking at her, but a Zabrak, which she didn’t have much experience with. Strange… She engaged herself in the game for a while and returned the blatant stare, then went back to twirling a finger in her drink. Where.. Oh where.. is Kuro? The irritation in her grew and she shifted in her seat, several times, then let out an exasperated sigh. She was almost ready to contact him on the comlink, but then had a better idea. If he didn’t want to show up, then she’d finish their plan without him. They were meeting their parents sooner than he realized, only days away and they had to find the right person for the job. She didn’t have time for him to procrastinate, and it was ironic that she was usually the one to pull these stunts. Yet, she was almost thankful she might have the chance to prove herself as an individual instead of a piece of a pair. Two people could always finish something huge, but to accomplish something on her own might be a refreshing change of pace. She’d give him a bit more time, she concluded her thoughts and found something else to occupy herself with. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]The male across the room was still looking in her direction when she looked up and an almost eerie sensation crawled across her skin. A stubborn look filled her eyes and she signaled the waitress to take away the crystal bottle in front of her. She stood up slowly and stretched, then began to pick up her belongings and put them back into the black leather bag. Maybe, he thought of her as just another helpless woman waiting on a date that didn’t show up. Maybe, he realized exactly what she was, but she couldn’t afford to take the chance that he wouldn’t follow her out of the café when she left. Erin moved slowly, deliberately until she’d collected all of her belongings. Her steps were determined, lanky, yet graceful as she crossed the darkened room. The Sith’s eyes were locked on her destination and she approached the previously staring Zabrak, then slipped into the seat opposite him but said nothing yet. Setting the black bag on the floor beside her shoes, the woman leaned against the table on her elbows. Her long hair fell over one eye and she brushed it back, appearing almost innocent, had it not been for the cold look about her. Studying the male opposite her, Erin’s words were slow and calm as she began to speak. "If you saw something you liked and you’re just waiting to steal it like a petty thief, you’re definitely going to be sorry you even imagined it." Her eyes were solid eyes as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her long legs. "Though, I doubt that’s what you were after, there’s nothing too valuable in my current pack. Care to tell me what you were looking at and entertain me for a while?" [/font]

Dango looks continues to look at the woman, but this time with a smile on his face. Dango drinks the last of his ale and snaps his fingers to get the waiters attention, the waitress comes to the table"would you like another drink? What about the lady?" Dango continues to look at the sith and answers without moving an eyelash"The same and as you might have noticed this little lady isn`t thirsty right now." The waitress leaves and dango leans against the chair that his sitting on thinking about insulting the sith, but decides that it would be too risky.

"So..You think that i am a pathetic thief, that tries take away your bag? You are sadly mistaken miss, if you would have been more intrested what happens around you, you would have propably noticed that some people were watching at me when i arrived. Around here people know a bounty hunter when they see one mis..or should I say sith? Thats one thing, that is something I know when I see one and that makes me wonder. What does a young sith like you do in a place like this? I thought that you would be out in some dusty rock like korriban meditating, but obiously you have business around here."

The waitress comes over and Dango takes the drink, Dango whirls the drink in the glass looking it for a while after he rises it to his lips and pours some in his mouth. Dango places the glass between them of the table.

"And entertain you? Sorry sith not my type of a thing to do, if any would have a job for then i could help and i can promise you, that target wouldn`t get away even, if he was a sith. Entertainment is for people who like music or just can`t be anything else with their miserable lives and by the way it will be useless for you to use those force mind tricks on me. I`ve been trained in arts to refuse such tricks, but of course you have your lightsaber, which brings me to my question. Do you afford the get all the attention of this spacestation authorities? No I don`t thinks so and there just happens to be another tricky thing..ever heard of cortosis? You propably have and I`ve got it on my weapons so they`ll hold of that blade of yours from cutting them appart and my flesh."

Dango laughs slightly by himself.

"If my mother was alive she could have always said, that never leave without a cortosis weapon cause you never know when you run into a lightsabed wielder." Dango looks up for a while, but then looks at the sith with a cunning look on his face"What do you really want of me sith?".

OOC: I forgot to mention this earlier, but on thursday im not getting on my computer so I`ll propably answer you on friday, if you have rp:ed

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Erin stayed silent and let the Zabrak speak with a blank look on her face. He was confident, yet not overly cocky, blunt, yet not disrespectful toward her. He was a bit talky but she supposed she could hold a conversation with him, though it was not her nature to talk readily with the nearest available alien. She let his voice fade into a monotone as he spoke, picking out the slim details that she needed to know. Erin’s finger made a slinky trail in a dab of spilled alcohol on the table. Perhaps, it might have seemed as if she was bored with the entire conversation, but that was a ruse. If one didn’t realize the strength of one they were communicating with, they didn’t know what amount to use if worse came to worst. If she appeared as just another arrogant, unamused teenager, then her future client would see her as just that. A rich, spoiled brat child of a Sith pair. A few times her eyes flashed back up to him and she let out small smirks at his comments. It took a few moments for her to compose her thoughts and at last, Erin looked up slowly, and locked eyes with the less than normal looking alien across from her. [/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]"My business here is none of your concern as of yet. You’ll not ask my name and I’ll not ask for yours and that is how we will operate, understand? Don’t try to insult me through what you think is ‘mildly intelligent conversation.’ I can assure you, it won’t benefit you in the long run. I wasn’t paying attention to the room around me for one reason. I have no need for any actions committed here other than what I approach. Do you think your arrival means anything to me? I’ll inform you now, it doesn’t." Erin cocked an eyebrow and continued on in a softer voice, that could have been sweet, but chose not to be. "A bounty hunter? Nothing more than a glorified murderer. Though, I have no problem with that. I rather respect your choice of career, after all, what better way to spend your days other than ending others existence, hmm? Your type comes a dime a dozen, and as of now, you’re nothing but average until you prove otherwise." The Sith looked down into her bag and checked her comlink. Still nothing. Damnit Kuro!

[/font][font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Erin leaned forward once again and pursed her lips, then spoke again. "Now... To answer your questions. If I had been here to attack you, I can promise you that you’d not have seen me beforehand, so please calm yourself. I’m not planning on using mind tricks on you. They’d be useless. I cannot afford to alert the spacestation authorities, you are correct in that assumption. My objective is to remain as discreet as possible with this entire mission. We need not alert many people of what is going on, in fact, only you and my brother and I will be involved in any part of this task. As for my lightsaber…" Erin lifted the metal handle from the strap along her side, let the metal glint in the low light, then slid it back into place. Just the sight of it made her remember the smooth sound if it once it had been activated and the rare silver beam that seemed to mystify those who came in contact with it. Oh… and I could care less what you’ve coated your weapons in, it’s not my blade you’d be tasting. Tell me, are you, by chance, interested in a job? I guarantee I can pay sweetly, money is no blockade. Though, I can guarantee you as well, the job will not be easy. You will be up against a pair of Sith with power and knowledge far beyond what even I can comprehend… And that will not be an in-out assignment. The two are skilled in a lot more than simple lightsaber action… A lot more." Erin’s voice got low, angry, and placed emphasis on the last three words of her sentence.[/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]It took Erin a long moment to answer his last question. What did she want from him, truthfully? Her mind flashed back slowly to the training sessions where her father’s blade had nearly slit her throat. Or, the moments that she had so hated her mother for never telling her why she could never seem to be happy. Other people were happy, weren’t they? Darkness in one’s soul was a cold feeling that never seemed to ease up, no matter how much one was given or how much they took. What did she want from this mediocre bounty hunter? Freedom. What could he possibly give her that she couldn’t achieve herself? Release. Her thought distracted her for only a brief spell and she snapped, almost fiercely at the Zabrak. "What I want you for is not what we’re discussing here, I hate to inform you." Her voice grew calm again and she was almost embarrassed of her previous thoughts. "What we are conversing about deals only with what I am paying you to do. Questions needn’t be asked about my motives or my feelings on the ordeal, only on what actions you are ordered to perform. What I want you to do cannot be discussed in this café. We will need total privacy to consider our options but we don’t have the largest amount of time. This must be completed in the next two days." Erin immediately stood up, flipping her loose hair behind her shoulders. "I need only to ask this once. Are you in or are you out?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned for the door and let her almost tired legs carry her gracefully from the quiet café. If the Zabrak wanted to engage in her battle, he’d follow her. If not, she’d only need to find another bounty hunter with the ability to take her on. Though, time was running out and the clock never stops for those who watch it the closest. [/font]

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Dango listens the womans proposition in great intrest and takes some of his drink, Dango almost spits his drink on her when he hears the offer.

"Tell me, are you, by chance, interested in a job? I guarantee I can pay sweetly, money is no blockade. Though, I can guarantee you as well, the job will not be easy. You will be up against a pair of Sith with power and knowledge far beyond what even I can comprehend… And that will not be an in-out assignment. The two are skilled in a lot more than simple lightsaber action… A lot more."

Dango swallows the drink pondering his chances against 2 siths, alltough he had training against such forces he was still a mere fool compared to some force users. He would have only 1 chance to take them out, they should be lured out in the open and he would have to have a sniper. There was something, that made the sith kind of nervous or worried and it didn`t seem to be anything small. When she talked about these siths there was a certain tone in her voice and Dango could read people very well by their tone of voice. It also seemed that this sith wasn`t from a poor family so, that meant him to be just a soldier on this familys chess board where they battled each other. Alltough 2 siths would be a nice add to his bounties and money would get very handy, The Golden Sting could be the ship it once was. In this offer there were too many blank spots, that wasn`t told about, but the reward was tempting. Dango looks at the sith for a while thinking"Oh what the hell...I knew i would die someday in battle and if it is to be against a couple of siths then fine..." Dango rises and leaves the payment to the table, then he picks up his staff and turns to look at the sith.

"Fine then...I`ll do it and only, because you have something to pay with and I except it to be enough for me and my ship, if it isn´t then we won`t really have a deal. But now lead on... "