Ask For the Sun

[Chairdor]

A room for photographs, that's where Mercy Hellfire found herself. Lit with a dull red with images hanging all about slowly decaying until their captured lightly revealed itself. This was an old technique, ancient by any understanding and contrary to popular belief nothing of quality was lost when digital imaging became a thing. Mercy wasn't wondering why the owner of this place bothered with such outmoded processing, she was more concerned about where they were hiding and if she really should have eaten what that street vendor was selling.

Scanning the rooms many shadows her eyes caught the faint images just now coming to life. Knowing nothing of photography she at least figured that these young images indicated that whoever was here hadn't been gone long, or hopefully at all. Moving deeper into the room she began to hear some muttering. Grinning ear to ear she slowly approached a corner and looked out just enough to spy her mark, the notorious kidnapper Marc J.

Slowly she produced her stun baton as her employers stubbornly didn't want this particular individual dead. Most marks were dead or alive, which Mercy thought was a waste of ink because duh, dead is easier. Making sure not to activate her baton until the last possible moment as the noise would surely alert her quarry, Mercy paid no attention to another source of potential noise brewing in her stomach.

BRRRRT

Mercy sighed as Marc J instantly turned around with a gun raised,

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?! GAH...WHAT DID YOU EAT?!"

Mercy shrugged lifting her hands as she said, "I'm Mercy Hellfire, I've been sent to capture you and I'm pretty sure it was some kind of sewer bird."

There was only a slight pause for Marc J to absorb what the young woman had said along with a few more gaseous particles before his disgust at this entire situation culminated and he rushed back revealing he had a young Twi'lek tied to a chair. She seemed dazed and confused and possibly the sequel to dazed and confused because she was seriously tripping out. As Marc J held his gun to her head he shouted, "Move one inch and I'll paint the walls with her brains!"

"I thought you were a photographer,"

"Shut up!"

Sighing Mercy weighed her options in this impromptu hostage situation then remembered she didn't give a damn about anyone as she said, "Not one inch?" before Marc J could respond Mercy had rushed forward and smacked him down with her baton leaving him writhing in electrical agony, "Good thing I use the metric system biatch."

Marc J was taken away, the girl got to return to her family, and most importantly Mercy Hellfire got paid. Naturally a fat wallet didn't sit well with the merc so she was soon deep into her cups and buying rounds she couldn't possibly afford. This led to a disagreement with the management until a sensible payment plan was agreed to. Mercy's debts would be forgiven and in exchange her legs and arms would be cut off and then she'd be thrown into the river.

She decided to pay instead.

Inexplicably in debt for no reason she could possibly blame herself for, Mercy Hellfire was soon perusing the street of Coruscant looking for work. It was a dry time unfortunately, which unfortunately could mean a wet time for a legless, armless, drowning Mercy Hellfire. Growing desperate, hungry, bored, and also a little itchy, she went to a club and then left when she realized it was only one in the afternoon. She went to a market next and soon realized exactly how she could pay off her debt.

Simple, all I have to do is buy everything in this marketplace and then sell it for more money.

Mercy was about to go through with this plan when she realized the fatal flaw.

Ah crap, I don't have a merchants license. Guess I'll have to steal the money.

And that was that.

 

[Tristyn]

But just a couple of meters away from her in the market was another woman. Or girl. She was much younger, but equally as dangerous. Tamara was browsing for something to eat before she would leave again to find her master somewhere. A lonely teen might sound like a basic and common target for thieves on Coruscant, but she was more than capable of defending herself and did not need to worry one bit.

She was wearing padawan robes, and had two dangling lightsabers clipped to her belt and in clear view of the crowd. Looking like a Jedi kept most of the common criminals away, but every now and then someone might try there luck, and unfortunately for them.

She around 80 credits, about enough to get some simple fruit and a drink. When she ran out of money to spend, Tamara would simply use a mind trick, which is undoubtedly quite un-Jedi like. But she didn't care much.

But she was more in the mood for some nice coffee instead. She moved away from the stand and went into a nearby cafe and returned to the market square a minute later with some steaming tea. She changed her mind again. Tea is much better. Now she would make her way back to the area her master was located well drinking from her cup.

 

[Chairdor]

Mercy noticed the hustle and bustle of business all around. Taking her time her eyes perused every stall, but it wasn't the products she was scoping out. It was the customers. Credits oh sweet credits and soon to be hers once she relaxed her morals as her victims relaxed their guard. This was rather easy for Mercy as she was quite certain she was as morally bankrupt as she was actually bankrupt. Lucky for her one of those things was about to change.

Her first mark was a young girl who was being more than a bit loose with daddy's money. Following her, the merc attempted to look nonchalant despite the fact that she was extremely chalant, probably more chalant than anyone in the history of chalantness. Mercy was nearly upon her mark when the young woman met up with her father and the two kissed....quite passionately. It was then that she realized this woman's 'daddy' was actually a sugar daddy, and the rate he was laying on the sweetness it was a wonder this young creature hadn't gotten diabetes. Now thoroughly surrounded by security and entering a hovercraft to force knows where, Mercy was left with only a single stinging thought.

Rich people are weird.

Saddened by the fact that her score was delayed, the mercenary was prepared to look for more honest work like assassination when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glint. Turning, Mercy found not the glimmer of gems or gold, but something much more valuable. A lightsaber...mm no two lightsabers. Making sure to scope out this potential target using only her peripheral vision, Mercy saw she was drinking some steaming drink and was quite content yet walking with purpose. Having done many trailing jobs before, the merc knew this new mark was walking with a purpose, and unlike the earlier woman, this tea drinker wouldn't get to her sugar daddy before Mercy got her just desserts.

Noting the robe and the sabers, Mercy figured this woman to be a jedi and jedi meant force and force meant mass times acceleration. Knowing if she was detected she'd get those sabers in her stomach rather than her pockets the merc was very cautious in her approach. By cautious in her approach I of course meant she produced a gas bomb and gently rolled it toward the crowd the jedi was making her way through. Producing a visor as the grenade gently rolled, Mercy put it on and activated the tracking software which instantly identified the various human-like figures and put a purple outline around each and everyone of them. Using her irises to guide the software she quickly isolated her mark and prepared her stun baton.

Within a few seconds of coming to rest across the street, the gas grenade hissed to life and swiftly exploded filling the street with coughing gas that would slow down any passerby and give them a vicious hacking cough. Wasting no time, Mercy held her breath and rushed directly towards her target one hand reaching for the sabers, the other raising a stun baton to swat down anyone in her way.

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara could sense fear around her as the ground began to shout at her and point towards the smoke grenade in front of her. She dropped her unfinished tea and reached out at it in an attempt to grab it with the Force, but it detonated before she could throw it away. She closed her eyes and shielded her mouth and began to cough badly. Her senses were heightened now because of the sudden attack, and thus she was vaguely able to make out a threat approaching from behind her.

She grabbed one of her lightsabers, activated it and held it with both hands, then swinging it behind her rather blindly. She would miss the assailant and instead the attacker would run past her without grabbing anything. She opened her eyes a bit and could see the woman. She took an attack stance and prepared to use the Force again. She pushed out both her arms and blew away the smoke, the grenade and anyone else not balanced well enough.

Now that the smoke was gone, she would open her eyes fully to observe the woman, taking a combat stance and preparing to defend herself if needed.

 

[Chairdor]

Mercy saw the grenade lift in the air just before it burst. As all those around her coughed she attempted to approach her mark, but missed the mark just barely. As she rushed past she heard the familiar fwoom of an activated lightsaber. Mercy didn't have many friends in the verse, mostly due to the fact that she was an abrasive kleptomaniac and a bit of a basket case, but she did have one friend once. Once.

Looking upon her mark Mercy found her gas vanishing prematurely, probably due to the Tums she took earlier. Also the cloud of coughing smoke was gone. Seeing the young woman before her, the merc sighed as she said,

"Cute face, shame what's about to happen to it."

This lightsaber wielder had put herself in the most darling pose, but Mercy Hellfire was never one to fight fair. Latching her stun baton to her belt, the merc produced her signature slug shooter pistols. Long ago she'd opted for blasters, but after what happened to her friend, let's just say she didn't want to take what she dished if she didn't have to. These metal slinging antiques did the same job as a blaster anyhow and if the little jedi managed to block her shots they'd simply dissipate into little molten chunks instead of flying back at her fragile face.

Aiming high and aiming low Mercy fired in a sweeping arc at her opponents feet and then her left and right to limit her options of fleeing. Aiming her shots carefully, Mercy noted the moment she was about to run dry and threw down a flash grenade before rushing into a nearby cantina. As she rushed to the inviting dark of anonymity and unknowing bystanders, the merc slowly remembered her original smash and grab intentions and realize this was no longer a heist.

Here I am fighting a mystical space samurai with a laser sword and I still manage to be my own worst enemy. Ah hell.

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara was expecting to see some sort of assassin or Sith warrior, because nobody in their right mind attacks a Jedi on a Republic such as this, but instead she was kind of dumbstruck to see she was dealing with a bounty of sorts. She figured this woman was trying to steal her lightsabers, only because it's happened twice already.

She was expecting the merc to draw blasters, something Tamara was more than prepared for, but instead the woman drew slugthrowers. This caught her by surprise, indicated by the look on her now pale face. Slugs were incredibly hard for her to parry, and she hadn't practiced against it. The merc fired and Tamara instinctively dived to her right to take cover behind a fallen metal table.

She picked her head out once the firing stopped and watched as the merc began to flee into a cantina. She got up and gave chase to the retreating attacker. The padawan waited outside the cantina for a moment to investigate a stinging pain in her lower leg. She touched the area where the pain was coming from and inspected her hand after pulling up again. She was bleeding. That bitch managed to hit her. She began to limp as her leg began to pain instead of feeling numb. She still kept her guard as she walked in.

 

[Chairdor]

Rushing past day drunk beings of various worlds, Mercy Hellfire swiftly slapped her slughthrowers into their holsters, but as she tried to conceal them she found that this particular bar had a strong open carry policy. Literally tons of creatures were moving about with rifles, blasters, vibroswords, and even lightsabers. It would have been far easier to swipe a piece from any of these jokers, but yet again cruel fate was not on the side of the irresponsible assassin and thief. Woe to the rogues, killers, and ne'er do wells all across the galaxy.

Once deeper inside, Mercy found a booth to lay low in as the lights dimmed and an act began. It was just a holorecording of a group probably playing somewhere else on Coruscant, but the backup dancers were real at least. As the song began to play Mercy at once felt a deep sense of foreboding. That this wasn't over yet, that it had merely just begun. Seated at a dimly lit table she swiftly placed her firearms on it and began to feverishly reload them. While she wasn't the tidiest person, Mercy had always kept two things in order, her hair and her guns. One insured she never had a bad hair day and the other insured her enemy always did. Because it's hard to have a good hair day when you're dead.

Finished reloading Mercy looked up just in time to spot the young woman leaning over to feel something. She hoped beyond hope that was some indication of injury, but at the same time that might just piss off the jedi more. Mercy had a faint idea about the jedi sense that always seemed to spoil her best laid traps, but she figured acting as her usual unpredictable self would alleviate such a tool of logic. Nodding to herself in a solemn covenant of chaos she rose slowly and swiftly pulled out her lighter. It was a rare antique she had swiped from some old lady. Snatching a bottle of extremely hard liquor and a table napkin from some comatose Wookies, Mercy swiftly made a molotov cocktail and lighting it threw it down before jumping to the side yelling,

"FIRE FIRE FIRE!"

This would clear out everyone allowing her to slip away, and if little miss cute face decided to attack her then Mercy would show her the many meanings of the word fire. As in she would shoot her with her guns. I was just making sure you got the joke. Did you get it did you get the joke? Because she yelled fire as in flames, but she also has guns which can be fired so she was implying if the fire of flames didn't send the jedi away then the fire of guns would kill her. Did you get it? Hope you got it okay back to it.

 

[Tristyn]

Despite the pain that was setting in her leg, Tamara was still able to use her Force senses to zero in on her target, just in time. She noticed the woman just as she threw the Molotov at the ground, but before it landed she used the Force again to push the makeshift grenade back at the thrower before it landed.

 

[Chairdor]

Mercy Hellfire was about to spread some serious hellfire with her molotov and her shouting was sure to create the panic, she desired and required. Unfortunately it seemed lil miss 'I can break the laws of physics' decided to kick Newton in the nards as she defied gravity and sent Mercy's projectile soaring straight towards her very burnable face. At first the mercenary thought to shoot the bottle of ow headed toward her visage, but she realized that not only would that not stop most of the fire from hitting her, but now it would come as broken bits of sharp burning glass that would cause and cauterize many of her wounds before the jedi followed up with a bit of slicing and dicing for icing on the pudu cake she had just served herself. Left with no recourse Mercy made a fateful decision.

Reaching into her pockets as she swiftly holstered her slughthowers, Mercy grasped a small object she had poured her heart and soul into, which probably explained all the heartless and soulless things she had done since. Without thought, as only pure survivalist instinct would save her now, Mercy chucked the small black diskette at the spinning molotov. As the two collided mid air a great light appeared at their meeting blinding the world in brilliance for a singular glorious moment. Lowering her head in defeat the mercenary lamented the cruel fate of her mix tape.

"At least we know now it was fire," she said gathering courage and her thoughts as she'd need a new plan and quick and it couldn't involve filling out paper work for disability after becoming a no leg no arm haver.

However while her original intention of causing panic failed her earlier yelling of fire and the subsequent explosion had led the crowd to completely surround the two as they chanted,

"FIRE! FIRE! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"

Not understanding what was going on Mercy nearly missed as a heavy object was thrust towards her left arm. Grabbing it and spinning it deftly the talented merc beheld a vibroblade now firmly in her grasp. Activating the microscopic tremors which prevented it from being slashed into pieces, even by lightsabers, Mercy looked at her prospective opponent and pointed her blade firmly at her heart. Wild cheers erupted from the crowd as Mercy studied her opponent and bellowed,

"Ladies, gentlemen, and whatever the kriff that thing is!" Mercy pointed at a strange floating metal ball who would have blushed at the sudden attention had it not been a strange floating metal ball, "Today we have a surprise! A fight between the notorious strangler of Sab Rufo, the killer of Kaloo, and a part time balloon animal maker, the one the only Meerrrrccccyy Hellfire!"

Drunk and pumped up the crowd cheered as Mercy looked at the jedi before her,

"Care to introduce yourself? For the last time?"

Looking at the jedi mercy saw how she leaned and detected a single advantage in this fight. A leg damaged oh so slightly. Mercy could win quickly or through attrition, but if a fair fight erupted she'd surely be doomed. Lucky for Mercy Hellfire there was no such thing as a fair fight.

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara wondered what was beginning to unfold and nearly lowered her guard to gaze at all the patrons and drunkards cheering for the two to fight. It was odd to think these people couldn't care that a teen, who has clearly been shot and bleeding in the leg, would be fighting to the death with a mercenary. But she couldn't think about that, she was more interested at getting back at this gunslinger.

She didn't want to kill her. She hated the idea of having to do it, but if she had to do it, she will. And knowing that this woman was likely a killer, it gave her chills knowing she might be killed by the time this was all over, and thus she wasted no time and used every advantage that was given to her.

Just as the woman finished speaking, Tamara lunged at her, drawing and activating her second saber in midair.

 

[Chairdor]

Seemed the young woman was shy. That was fine by Mercy, more spotlight for her. Still this set of events reminded her of a past she kept purposely shrouded. A backstory was always best as a multiple choice. It seemed the jedi chose the tactic of leaping forward undoubtedly propelled by those pesky midichlorians or however the hell you spelled that. This first stroke wouldn't expose her weak leg, but her landing surely would. Mercy was quite certain she'd land of course, because she had an ace up her sleeve. She'd gamble later though, first she had a fight to win. By cheating.

Throwing her sword in an upward arc behind her the mercenary dipped down and dived backwards into the legs of the crowd. Protected by all sorts of nasty biting laser swords the mercenary snatched her vibrosword from the air and turned back to hopefully see the young woman stopped in her tracks, but that was irrelevant to what her plan entailed. Rushing further back to the bar she dove behind it gaining a shout of protest from the bartender nearly cut short as Mercy's blade thrust forward just an inch away from his neck. As he ditched the bar she finally could make as many fruity appletinis as she wanted absolutely free.

Wait that wasn't her plan. Oh yeah, she didn't have a plan.

Sighing Mercy figured it was time to take this threat more seriously so approaching the crowd once more she threw some free drinks around to many cheers and shouted,

"Sorry folks I always wet my whistle before distributing a beating."

Pushed back into the circle Mercy once more produced her vibrosword, but seeing the jedi had two lightsabers she figured that was unfair so she pointed her blade at the first then the second. At once the crowd got the message and threw her another blade at last allowing a fair exchange of blows. Mercy was quite pleased by this, because now she got two new shiny vibroswords to sell without even having to steal them.

Casually dropping a flash grenade and a smoke grenade for good measure, Mercy turned and ran for the exit as quickly as possible as bright light and smoke filled the immediate area. Containing her laughter lest she be heard by the patrons still nearby, the merc knew her troubles hadn't quite ended with the jedi, but she couldn't resist the incredibly easy opportunity at petty theft.

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara shielded her eyes and coughed wildly, along with the others, and began to lose track of Mercy. Not wanting her to get away, she slowly made her way to the exit, bumping into the crowd along the way. Once she was out, she put one of her sabers away and left the other one in hand.

She wasn't anywhere near tired, but rather frustrated and in pain. Her eyes burned like hell and she couldn't see properly. She didn't know if she could keep up anymore. Is this woman really worth my trouble? If she couldn't find where Mercy went, then she would turn and walk away.

 

[Chairdor]

Mercy Hellfire moved through the room emerging outside and relatively unscathed it was...unusual. Not only had the merc doubly antagonized a jedi and gotten away with it, but she was two vibroswords richer for doing so. Surely some benevolent spirit had been hit on the head recently as it had decided to shine upon her it's kind light of good fortune. Quite content with the events as they played out, Mercy Hellfire was quite willing to forgive the foolish jedi for resisting her earlier attempted theft and let her live out her hilariously restrictive lifestyle in relative peace when said spirit finally gathered it's wits about it and dropped her like a rock.

"How long has it been?"

Mercy recognized the icy voice, the frustrated tone, the soft silky lips. Instantly the merc knew she was in trouble, but she simply had to act cool, "I'm not one to keep time."

This answer held as long as the peace between the two speakers as Mercy finally had to put one of her swords to use in parrying an awfully close cut heading right for her hip. Smacking aside a few more pointed stabs, her opponent settled for barbed words instead,

"Not one to keep promises either! We had a deal!"

"You always make such a big deal about deals-"

"THAT'S BECAUSE THEY'RE BIG DEALS!"

Already this unfortunate run in with the sword wielder was reversing Mercy's fortune. People had left the bar and as their eyes adjusted and they began to see and collect themselves they came to behold the duel between the mercenary and her pesky old acquaintance. Mercy dance for awhile thinking in between sword strikes and heartbeats. I don't have a lot of time and less options...it's prom all over again.


She had no time to lament her pubescent struggles for love, Mercy instead had to figure out how to detach herself from this petulant young thing,

"Traaja what happened happened do us both a favor and get over it and yourself!"

Mercy could reflect on how she had wronged this young Twi'lek and scores of other women whose partnerships were usually professional and personal and almost always simultaneously ended in betrayal on both fronts, but that would resemble a conscience and the young woman couldn't afford to suffer one of those at this point in her life. Instead the merc focused on the multiple pressures surrounding her. A crowd was once again gathering around her and she was running out of ideas and smoke grenades, but mostly smoke grenades. More importantly that jedi was still about and more than likely pissed. Mercy had heard jedi had a reputation for being peaceful, but the dozen or so friends she had seen with those god awful burn marks begged to differ. Mercy often played with fire, but it was never her intention to play with plasma.

This dance persisted until Mercy was trapped in a corner both mentally, emotionally, and physically. Left with few options Mercy did the sensible thing for her to do, which as it happened was the least sensible thing. Stopping mid spin, her back pressing into the stone, Mercy dropped her stolen blade and said, "Ok....you win. Let's talk this out."

She approached the tentative Twi'lek who still had those beautiful simply eyes filled with trust and a longing for closure and justice and love all denied to her by Mercy's betrayal. Traaja's eyes lingered for a moment longer and then closed, their tenderness forever tarnished, as the mercenary punched her sending her harshly tumbling to the ground where she wouldn't rise for some time,

"Talk it out with our fists. BOO YAH!"

Mercy was having such a time celebrating her small accomplishment of defeating her latest challenger that she nearly forgot the previous foe still near and still angry. Recalling just in time Mercy retrieved her stolen blades and snatched a half full credit purse on Traaja. Waste not want not, she figured.

Turning to the crowd she scanned for the jedi and noted the gentlemen who had given her the blades were inching closer. Time to ditch this Popsicle stand....mmm Popsicles.

Sick of this place and suddenly hungry, Mercy sought her final escape by throwing up the credits bag and yelling, "MONEY FIGHT!" before turning and running down an alley.

 

[Tristyn]

Once again, Tamara spotted the woman after she threw the bag of credit chips into the air and ran away. She tried to follow her but ended up limping most of the way. Wherever Mercy tried to hide, Tamara would simply use the Force to sense her presence and find her immediately. After catching up with the woman, she would use the Force again to prevent her from leaving by creating a barrier in front of her. She kept the barrier up, ignited her saber and assumed her Ataru stance.

If this bitch tries to run again I might just let her, Tamara thought to herself. She was already breaking the Code by acting out of revenge. She had no other reason to pursue this person other than for payback. But she was still going to fight, but this time she would Mercy strike first.

 

[Chairdor]

Having used money to escape her current problem, Mercy realized she still had her old problem. Money. Sighing the mercenary wondered how this could possibly get any worse when that was answered with a swift smack of force right in her face. Gripping her swollen lips the young woman turned face to see a pissed off jedi blocking her way and her universe hacking op shield wall preventing any escape. The only way out was with blades, either Mercy would defeat this woman in honorable combat or die. How boring.

"This isn't very jedi-like...are you like a silt?" Mercy had forgotten how to say sith, or maybe she was accusing the woman of being fertile mud deposited on the banks of certain rivers. Silt would certainly be easier to beat in a sword fight and afterward Mercy could grow a fine crop of cotton. As it was the only thing Mercy knew about this woman was she was angry and rightly so. Cracking her neck, the ruthless killer angled her blades downward and laughed,

"A common mistake people make about me is that I chose flight over fight because I'm weak." Quickly slashing the talented mercenary created multiple sparks and arcs of hot slices all throughout the alley, "The truth is I chose flight because gravity is boring. I hate anything that keeps me down including you. So despite the fact that I don't usually kill unless credits are involved and you look totes adorable when you're angry, I'm afraid this is curtains for you."

With that Mercy rushed forwards blades outstretched so each tip touched a separate part of the alley. Sparking wildly the mercenary brought her blades together at the last second in a swift strike aimed right at the woman's heart then she jumped back letting go of the blades letting their momentum propel them right at the warrior before producing her slugthrowers. As she prepared to fire the warrior grinned as yet another daring albeit insane plan came to fruition,

"Eat lead harpy!" and she fired.

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara stood still as Mercy charged her, and when the blades were released, she did a backflip. The blades passed right under her, and sensing Mercy drawing her slugthrowers, the padawan in turn drew and ignited her second blade in mid air and used it to disintegrate some of the slugs that were fired at her. Once she landed she used the Force to push both of Mercy's hands towards the sides of the the alley, leaving her open to attack.

Since Tamara's hands were being used to keep Mercy at bay, she went for a Force powered kick to the chest that would surely send her flying, or at least a bit stunned. Not giving the woman a chance to catch her breath, Tamara charged in and swung both her blades at her while she was likely down.

 

[Chairdor]

As it happened the jedi did not eat lead or any type of metal for that matter. Instead the warrior woman did a back flip to dodge her blades dashing Mercy's hopes of a swift and gruesome finish to this fight. That dream wasn't entirely dead however as her shots failed to connect and her hands were bound to her sides the mercenary saw the gruesome end may in fact be hers. Sighing, Mercy Hellfire saw the kick coming and was able to lean back just enough to absorb the awful shock of the full blow. Slapping the earth her skin scraping on the stone streets and bits of broken glass, Mercy gave a grunt of pain as she came to a rest, but alas there ain't no rest for the wicked.

Just as Mercy came to a stop she heard the hiss of burning plasma yearning for her flesh. Turning she spied the jedi rushing to cut her into tiny tiny pieces. Knowing she had little choice Mercy hoped her next action would do no permanent damage as she closed her eyes and slammed down a flashbang. A roar of light and furious sound echoed before the mercenary emanating out rapidly to engulf her attacker. Lost in the horrible dismal spectrum of confusion and pain the mercenary nearly succumbed and fainted, but she held on with a single tendril of consciousness.

Managing to full free her hands she rolled back and got back onto her feet. Rocking back and forth due to her dizziness, Mercy produced a thermal detonator and unlatched the pin holding it down just barely to contain its violent release,

"Ok....ok I'm bored of you and sick of this so lets call this whatever it was a tie or screw it we can call this a die as in both of us go bye bye."

Mercy so maddened by disorientation and fear held no qualms in this one way suicide pact and was sure to drop the bomb if provoked. Cracking her neck the mercenary stared at the jedi and after a moment asked, "What is your name?"

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara was moments away from swinging her blades at the woman, when the flashbang flew into her face and detonated before actually making contact with her. The ear shrieking noise and blinding white flash caused her to scream and fly back from the shock. Her bleeding leg was too painful to be able to support her full weight, causing her to fall back while she covered her eyes. She could only hear loud pinging noises and her eyes felt like someone had stuck needles in them. Her lightsabers were lying on the ground while she kicked her legs, screamed and held her hands tightly against her eyes.

After the screaming stopped, she was grunting and keeping her eyes tightly closed while she struggled to get up. She still couldn't hear anything and felt deaf. She sat up in a kneeling position and slowly opened her eyes to try and find her lightsabers. She struggled, even though they were right next to her. After finally finding them, she struggled again to get up. Her eyes could barely readjust and her ears weren't doing so well either. Mercy was also standing up now, prompting Tamara to activate her lightsaber, but stopped once she saw the detonator.

She couldn't make out much of what the woman said, except for the question. She wasn't in the mood for fighting anymore, or dying. She was pissed no doubt, but also wanted this little dual to end. After a moment she answered, rubbing her eyes.

"Tamara"

 

[Chairdor]

"Mercy...and that isn't me giving up...it's my name." Mercy would have laughed at her own joke if she wasn't so tired and her ears weren't ringing and she wasn't clutching her still bruising chest. Without thought she deactivated the thermal detonator and put it back on her hip. Slowly she walked up hands raised and leaned over inspecting the wound on Tamara's leg.

"Ooo I did a number on ya, I can help that." with that the mercenary produced a bundle of heavy bandages, "I get cut up a lot, comes with the job and the fun after the job.

After she handed the bandages to the jedi, Mercy moved swiftly and retireved the vibroblades which luckily were still in order. She figured she could get a good deal off world fencing the blades which could afford her enough time to pull off a few jobs. Sheathing the weapons on a strap behind her back the well equipped mecenary faced Tamara and said,

"Tamara I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I hope we can look past that and still maintain our proffesional relationship."

Satisfied the mercenary was about to head off when she came across Traaja and the two goons she stole the blades from. Realizing she had caused this problem and so many others Mercy decided to give the blades back, earn Traaja's forgiveness, volunteer at a local food bank, run a marathon for charity, or maybe she did none of those things. Maybe she threw her thermal detonator at the group instead, maybe they exploded and turned into puffs of ash in a single moment. They probably did that because most people can't vanish in half a fiery hellish second.

Laughing idly Mercy shook her head and said, "we never learn, we just get bigger and older." with that she began to walk away.

 

[Tristyn]

Tamara simply stared in awe of Mercy's rather unexpected actions. The offering for bandages was accepted, but she didn't say anything. She met the craziest people. Oh, sorry for shooting you in the leg. Here's some bandages, I'll see you later. Oh now she's gone. Well okay. What the feth!?

"Bye I guess"

Once Mercy was gone she slowly sat down against the wall of the alleyway and began to examine her bleeding leg. It hurt really bad and she had managed to keep herself from screaming about it for awhile, but now that Mercy was gone she began to grunt loud. She could simply heal herself but people forgot how hard it was too concentrate on such a complicated Force move when your leg was squirting blood all over the floor (bit of an exaggeration there), so instead she would call for help. She put her sabers into her shoulder bag and took out her comlink.

"Hey, Cain, can you pick me up please. I'm sending you my location. Oh can you also hurry please"

(@Algarus tagging you for fun)