OOC: This is just a short introductory RP for Fiona. Now open to anyone who wishes to join.

IC:

Fiona sat in a booth at a shady-looking bar on the wrong side of Coruscant, a bored look on her face. Though you couldn't tell, her senses were alert, enhanced somewhat by the slight Force abilities the huntress possessed. One hand rested on the small hand gun that was strapped to her hip. She glanced at the time, annoyed that her possible employer was late. A strand of blond hair fell in front of her face, and she brushed it back, once again regretting that she lacked enough credits to buy a decent bounty hunter's helmet and armour at the moment. Oh well, if this deal went as planned, she'd have half of the money needed.

"It's dangerous for a chic like you to be out late, ya know."

Fiona looked up into the face of a 20 year old human, obviously drunk. Already somewhat annoyed, she had no patience for another idiot trying to pick her up. Calmly pulling out her hand gun, she fired a single shot, straight into the youth's chest. His expression changed from a drunken smile to a surprised look as the pain registered and the poison flowed through his body. Fiona dislike using regular blasters, preferring small poisoned darts. She had several different types of toxins, some would knock someone unconcious, others cause horrible pain, but her favorite was one that would kill the victim within seconds, almost untraceable in the bloodstream. As the human slumped over, dead, Fiona shoved his body to one side, pulling out the dart at the same time. That was another good thing about her methods, they weren't as obvious as blasters. A figure approached her and sat down at her booth.

Man: You are the bounty hunter I contacted, I presume?

A quick glance at the man and Fiona nodded, recognizing him as her employer from the picture on the Holonet she had committed to memory. The man glanced around and leaned in closer.

Man: Listen, I need you to dispose of some scum for me. I run a small...business, you could call it. I recently employed someone, and the little rat has been stealing from me. Now, I like to have good relations with my staff, so it wouldn't look good for me to kill him outright. I need you to do the job. 2,000 credits if you can get rid of him and deliver me the body as proof.

Fiona listened without saying anything, her expression never changing. It sounded like an easy enough job, but she was cautious.

"I need to know as much information as you have on this employee, including his address and anything that could be an obstacle in my job."

The man nodded, and held out a small screen with a picture of a young, weasely looking human on it. Next to the picture was a list of information.

Man: You can take this, I think it's all you'll need.

The huntress nodded and took the screen, looking at it carefully.

"How soon do you need it done?"

Man: You have 2 days, if he isn't gone by then I will withdraw my offer, and place a price on your head.

Fiona held back a smirk, knowing she could easily dispose of this man before he took another breath. But the job was a routine one, and she did need the credits. The bounty hunter nodded, and got up to leave. The man handed her a business card with the address of his office on it. The bounty hunter left the bar, already formulating a plan of attack.

It was the next night, and Fiona was hidden in the shadows of an alley near the victim's house. Apparently, the rat had been using his ill-gotten gains to move from an apartment to this house. All the better, less people to worry about. From what she had read on the data pad, Fiona knew he carried only a single blaster, and most probably didn't even know how to handle that. This should be a simple mission.

A few hours later, the embezzler strolled down the street towards his house. It looked like this one would be handed to her on a silver platter. Fiona frowned. Never trust a silver platter. As the youth approached his house, she saw what had caused her to wait. The human was a hologram. Knowing that the hologram projector couldn't be far off, Fiona held her position. Sure enough, the real victim started off towards the house about 15 minutes later. Not wishing to cause a scene, Fiona waited until he entered the house. She slung her rifle over her shoulder, and walked over the the front door, knocking softly. The door opened almost immidiately, and the idiot's face broke into a smile as he saw the beautiful blonde outside his door. Without waiting for him to say anything, she shot him in the chest, watching as the poison did its work. Letting herself in, she grabbed the body and exited through the back door, making her way to the office of her employer. Careful to take the back alleyways as to avoid meeting anyone else, it took her around an hour to get there. The man she had spoken with in the bar was waiting at the back entrance, and she dumped the body in front of him. He nodded to 2 guards, who moved forward to check the body.

Guard: He's deader than a doorknob boss.

The man nodded, and Fiona held out her hand.

"I believe that's 2,000 credits."

The Force warned her a split second before blaster fire flew inches above her head. Dropping down and rolling to one side, Fiona had her rifle in her hands and fired 4 rapid shots, 2 hitting each guard. She then fixed her sights on her employer.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now, you double-crossing bantha fodder."

The man was trembling, and his voice came out shakily.

Man: P-please, d-don't kill me. I'll pay you 3,000 credits if you want, but please don't hurt me!

Fiona kept her rifle trained on him and held out her hand once again. He hastily shoved the credits into it. Smiling, she pulled the trigger. The business man slumped over in death's eternal slumber.

"Nice doing business with you."

OOC: Anyone who wishes to join may now do so.

Slinging her rifle back over her shoulder and placing the credits carefully in her pocket, the bounty huntress kicked her former employer's body, a look of disgust on her face. She turned and walked away, ending up in a alleyway. Daylight was fading fast, but Fiona wasn't one to be afraid of the dark. The dark was an ally for bounty hunters, not an enemy. The sound of footsteps made her pause, a hand reflexively going to one of the blasters she kept strapped to a hip holster.

OOC: Anybody, anybody at all...

(OOC:Hehe, FINE!!!!! I'll get in on it.)

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Dakkon Darksword, the Crown Prince of Hapes, had arrived on the planet in full regalia. Military escorts, Battle Dragons and Bodyguards. They were the things that defined his life. Now, Dakkon Darksword, by all accounts Joe regular, strode along the streets. His lightsabre was well hidden, but easily accessable, and his bodyguards and advisors nowhere to be seen. He had no purpose on these streets, what with all the happenings on Ossus, but his wife had forbidden action...

Turning down an alley way, he found a bar, secluded and dim. Stepping in, Dakkon was greeted by the regulars.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Hey, Stavos, I need a drink!"

"Ahh, Mr. Bigshot royalty! Heres your usual."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Stavos threw Dakkon a bottle of tequila and slid 4 glasses up the bartop. Filling the glasses, Dakkon settled in for the night...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> All that could be seen from the direction that Fiona looked was the occasional shimmer and glimmer of two silver-blue eyes; dim light catching them now and then. A soft, female voice spoke low and whispery from the darkness,<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> "A good kill...but you ought to be wary of passerbys."

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Out from the shadows stepped Young Solo...a dark-haired, dark-complectioned beauty from a long line of 'scoundrels'. Her eerie, almost cat-like Bormean eyes caught light from here and there as she walked closer, throwing bright reflections of slivery-blue light at Fiona. <!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
"I've heard of you...your that huntress. Fiona, isnt it? Well, it seems you'll now have to use your skills to kill me also...can't have any loose ends walking about, now can we?"

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Solo stopped advancing now, and stood about 5 feet away from Fiona...the night air blew her long, light colored duster about her. Her blaster could be easily seen, strapped to her thigh like any other Solo...her Bormean warrior-knife and lightdagger were not so obvious, but she was sure Fiona noted them.<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> "I'd rather you not kill me...and it would be beneficial to you if you didn't. I'm too well known...and your too expendible."

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> It sounded harsh, but it was the truth. Every bounty hunter was taught that Solo-bounty was something to think twice about...and just killing one? Without an obvious cause? That was suicide. It was best to just let whatever they did slide...

Solo held out her hand and flashed an all-too-familiar somewhat lop-sided grin...<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"My name's Cairo, Katrina Cairo Solo."

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> She glanced at the strewn bodies.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"I wish we would have met on better terms, but...it is a pleasure, nonetheless."

One hand still on her blaster, Fiona sized up the situation. She had indeed heard of the Solos, and of their reputation. As much as she hated to admit it, this wouldn't be another hit-and-run scenario. No, if she did that, she'd have the whole pack of Solos down on her. However, that didn't mean she had to play nice with this one. Ignoring the outstretched hand, the bounty huntress instead kept her eyes on Solo.

"I'm sure it is, Solo. As you so nicely put it, I can't take care of you right now as I would wish to. So, the question is, what do you want with me?"

Fiona kept her eyes on Cairo, not willing to take the risk of being fooled into being caught off-guard.

Solo shrugged as Fiona ignore the outstreached hand, and brought it back to her side, resting it on her DL-44.

"Want with you?", she echoed smoothly.

"My dear huntess, it's not me that wants you...it's my sister. But...I suspect you'll be hearing from her soon." The words were vague and foreboding; leaveing a peculiar mystery hanging in the air.

Cairo never took her eyes off of Fiona, her cunning Solo blood wouldn't allow her to let down her guard. She nodded and then began to back away..."Goodday, Huntress."

And as oddly as she appeared, she was gone...

The disappearing trick didn't impress Fiona, having seen in performed before. She shook her head slightly. The bounty huntress didn't like to admit it, but Cairo's words about her sister had made her suspicious, maybe a little nervous. Not that she really believed there could be any malicious intent behind the words. After all, she'd never done anything to the Solos. No, it was most likely either a job opportunity...still, it paid to be cautious. Sighing, Fiona entered a bar nearby, not really in the mood to ponder on the meaning behind the Solo's words.