<!--EZCODE HTML START--> <font color="gray"> Oman put his hands up, one holding the glass of wine, the other with the bottle tilting to the side,

The cap came off and some started to spill out onto the ground.

Oman shifted to his side to get in front of her, the tiny trail of wine dripping.

He stopped when the ship's gun swiveled around and aimed at him.

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<font color=blue> A small smile made its way onto her lips as she watched the wine spilling onto the ground. Probably just some drunk that had been thrown out of the bar.

He was harmless.

" That names suppose to mean something to me? It doesn’t." She holstered the weapon. " You can put your hands down now Mr. Oman, your wasting your wine. There is no need to concern yourself with who I am, as far as you’re concerned I was never here."

The pain in her head suddenly flared again as the adrenaline wore off. Trying not to let it show and appear as nonchalant as she could, she placed a hand on the side of the ship to keep her balance. "Do we have an understanding, Mr. Oman?"

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Oman laughed when she asked about his name's meaning.


"Well, you asked.." he shrugged and lowered his hands, taking another sip of his wine said, rather indignantly when he noticed the scorn in her eyes, "I am not drunk.."

He moved about in a little pattern, his wine from the bottle spilling more.


"But you are here.." he said.


"Why wouldn't you be?"


He moved sideways to his left and then to his right noticing the ship's gun tracking him.


The hairs on his back were prickling....


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"Are you in trouble, Miss?" he inquired innocently.

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<font color=blue>"But you are here. Why wouldn't you be?"

For a brief moment she considered giving RD the order to fire. Should anyone connect her presence on Tatooine with the moisture farmer’s murder, they may connect her to the others. She had too much work still to be done to have it all wasted by one man. The moment passed when she felt something whispered on the night breeze.

Someone was coming. The same someone that had brought her out of a drug induced slumber.

" Are you in trouble, Miss?"

If she heard him she paid him no heed. Her attention drawn to something beyond him. Her hand hovered just above her holster, and waited.</font>

Terolyn’s eyes were trained intently on the gateway, behind and above Oman. She registered his presence, in the back of her mind, but could feel in her gut that there was something else out there.

Brainpower taking a hold as the sedative wore off, she inched her hand closer to the holster, and rested her palm on top of the blaster’s butt. Its cold, hard texture gave her a slight short-lived moment of personal security. Suddenly, though, that futile hope was dashed.

Outside the gate, she could clearly hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, she drew up her blaster, aiming it well over Oman’s head and in the direction of the opening.

He did not see this subtle difference in aiming, though, and immediately put up his hands, raising them high in the air to show once more that he was not armed.

The footsteps got closer.

“Get out of the way!” Terolyn hissed at Oman, motioning with her free hand for emphasis.

And then Oman heard it too, understanding at the same time and taking several steps in the direction Terolyn had indicated.

They both then turned to look at the gate, just in time to see...

...a man.

He was clad entirely in black, from head to toe - boots, pants, shirt and coat. The only part of his body where skin showed was his face and hands. His hair even was darker than the sky above them.

“Woah!” He put his hands up instantly, upon seeing the blaster trained on him. The ship-mounted laser had adjusted itself to follow Oman’s movements, however. “Hey, take it easy. I won’t bite!”

<font color=blue>Terolyn growled in annoyance, her metalic-like eyes sparking dangerously as her finger tightened on the trigger. The attire of the man in black had the look of a uniform.

She hated uniforms.

All she had to do was squeeze the triggger, and RD would fire the ship's weapons the instant after she did. Both men would be injured, if not dead, and she could get off the oversized ball of sand.

~You had to have that drink, had to stay on the planet instead of getting while the getting was good. Why didn't you just make an announcement? 'Wanted Murderer Here!' Just do it. Pull the trigger and move on.~

~They know nothing of why I'm here, they have done nothing. The moisture farmer's death can not be traced back to me. No one can stop my work or me.~

~But they will try. If they put two and two together you will be unable to finish what you started. Hundreds, and maybe even thousands, will suffer because you were merciful. Kill them and be done with it.~

~No!! I am not a cold blooded killer!~

~Tell that to the farmer, or to the kid you orphaned, or the dozens of others whose blood stain your hands.~

The internal argument took but a heartbeat. She blinked, the hunger in her silver eyes fading. The weapon was lowered to her side but she kept her finger on the trigger.

Something still wasn't right, and it was making her nervous.

When she spoke, it was to the newcomer. " Now what the hell do you want?"

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“Hey, like I said, ‘I won’t bite’!” The newcomer repeated, though not to the blaster being lowered, rather the tone of Terolyn’s voice. “Here, look...”

He slowly lowered his hands, and as he did so, brushed against the side of his coat. In an instant, there was a blaster in his hand. Reactions taking over, Terolyn raised her own, and was about to fire, when she suddenly saw that he blaster was not pointed at her. Rather, the weapon was aimed back at it’s master, being held by the barrel.

He was offering the butt to her.

“Peace offering,” he commented dryly, not seeming fazed by the muzzle aimed at his head in the least. Reaching out, he threw the weapon out about a metre in front of him, and returned his hands to his sides, satisfied.

“So, now you know you can trust me, and I’m assuming I can trust you...” He trailed off, eyes swivelling round to face Oman. “But-”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Terolyn cut in, lowering her blaster just a bit.

“I’m just out for a walk, that’s all,” he turned back to face her, deciding that talking to the person with the firepower would be more profitable in the long run.

“What about yourself?”

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Oman finished his glass of wine and dropped it. Stooping down, he picked up the thrown blaster.

"Thanks.." he said appreciatively.


He moved out of the way of the woman's blaster so she could aim at the new nice man without distraction.

He decided to inspect the weapon's powercells while his ears perked at what the mysterious woman might say..


His eyes glanced at her landing strut and there was a weird powder clinging to the metal.


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Glancing at the man in black, his eyes narrowed..

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“I never said I was giving it up to you,” the man stated, suddenly bring his eyes to bear on Oman, blatantly ignoring the question at the same time.

He took a sudden step towards Oman then, but quickly caught himself. There was a very real look of anger crossing his face, but he seemed to be concentrating on something else, glaring at Oman but not seeing him at all.

After what seemed to be only a brief mental battle of conflicting emotions or ideals, the man retracted his leg, a strange smile playing across his face.

“On second thought, keep it,” he resigned. “I can get another easily enough.

“And as to where I live, stranger, well, it certainly isn’t around here,” he laughed, glancing upward at the same time. “It just seemed like such a perfect night, I thought I’d stray from my ship and have a look around. I heard voices, that’s all,” he turned to Terolyn “no harm done. We’re both just... wandering travellers, I assume. Why not watch each others back for a while, hmm?”

<font color = blue> She eyed both men very carefully before returning her blaster to its holster. "Put the weapon down, Mr. Oman."

The armed man looked back toward the ship's guns that were still trained on him. " I'd rather not if its all the same."

" I'm sorry, did I not make myself clear? That wasn't a request." She held her hand out, the gun wrenching itself from Oman's hand and flying into hers. She grimaced from the sudden stabbing pain within her skull, though attempted to hide it beneath a scowl.

"Not that this hasn't been entertaining Gentlemen, but I really must be on my way. Mr. Oman, I suggest you return to whatever bar it was you crawled from. And you," she turned to the man in black, "As you can see I am quite capable of watching my own back. I would continue with your walk if I were you."

Slipping the newly aquired blaster beneath her jacket she gave the two men a smile. "If there are no objections I will be going now. No? Good. Good night, Gentlemen."

Turning her back to them she started walking up the ramp of the Dawning Night.

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