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A cigar hung loose in Jacen Cordro’s lips as he scanned the patrons of the dive from his vantage point at the bar. His attention flitted between newcomers and his datapad as he scanned the roster of eligible delinquents like himself. He liked this spot. It was just busy enough to get lost in, but never crowded enough to cause claustrophobia. There was an interesting ebb and flow to the customers at the bar. Most were thugs from the block, roughnecks with more attitude than anything else; unfortunately, none of them seemed to have the gall he was looking for.

Jacen pulled his durasteel lighter and lit up the cigar in his mouth he took a couple drags followed by a sip of his whiskey. For Serenno’s prodigal son there was no better combination. The scoundrel relished the mixing flavors for a moment and then slowly released the pent up smoke through his nose. His ocean eyes were veiled behind hombre lenses that faded from pale translucent blue to mirror silver. The wayfarer glasses matched the rest of his outfit perfectly. A pale blue tunic front tucked into light grey trousers that were messily blouses into a pair of black Coruscantie boots. On the hook in front of him below the bar hung a black duster that hid his DL-17, meanwhile, his DL-18 hung from his hip.

To most that entered the establishment, he looked like a preppy spacer in the wrong side of town, but the locals from the block knew he was with the Syndicate and that notoriety secured his privacy for the most part. Today, however, he was looking to be noticed. Having recently secured his ship, The Prodigal Son, he was itching to run his first op, but he couldn’t do that until he had a crew. Sure glory on his own sounded amazing, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe he could pull off something of worth without a little help. The issue was finding people he could trust long enough to get the job done. He needed professionals.

The scoundrel drained his whiskey and then ordered another. He'd been here for three hours and was starting to lose hope. He clenched his jaw as he considered his options. The last thing he wanted to do was go door to door, but if it got the job done that's what he'd do. His fingers drummed a cascading rhythm on the bar as his impatience began to set in. With a petulant huff, he ran a hand through his wavy locks and pushed his hair out of his eyes.

"If this were easy everyone would do it..."

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Vera Tao had just finished one of her more recent shipments and, as she tended to do, made her way to the closest bar as quickly as possible. This habit meant that she busted through more than a handful of "establishments" every year, which meant that despite being in the Syndicates, she was a perpetually new face.

She pushed her way up to the bar and pulled the cigarette from her lips long enough to order a drink. The barman turned to fetch it for her, and she turned to lean against the bar before immediately frowning as she saw the person next to her. What did he think he was some prissy little thing in a bar like this? He looked like he'd lost his way from his prep school...

Are you lost or somethin'? she asked, scowling and quickly downing the drink that had been passed across the bar to her.

I'm pretty sure the opera isn't around here, she said, taking another pull from her cigarette. If he was a foreigner then that meant he was a potentially easy mark, and she would have been smarter to try the seduction route. So many people looked at a Twi'lek and saw little more than a sex-object, but it graded on some deeper level of her psyche to use that... even if it was to screw over some pig. @Zay @Malon
 
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V-3PO found it rather easy to slip in among the serving staff at Nick's. Most of them were protocol droids to begin with, and, because the owner of the bar was such a cheapskate, the majority of these were 3PO units, which sold cheeper than most datapads these days. Veepee had already spotted his target: a primped, powdered, and posh meatbag of the sort the droid liked to deep fat fry in Hutt oil. Apparently, said meatbag was the son of someone important on Serenno. Someone who wanted him dead.

Veepee regarded most organics with disdain, but there was a special place in his processors for parents engaging in filicide. Honestly, he was just honored to take part in the whole ordeal; though, he was mildly miffed that his dreams of lowering the dapper youth into a vat of rathtar stomach acid was off the table as far as means of execution went. The family's only request (other than the option to take the boy alive, which displeased Veepee even more and so he hadn't really considered it) was that the body be identifiable. Acid tended to disallow that.

So, the droid had spent a considerable part of his afternoon searching his databanks for a more suitable means of execution, which led him here, to his target's table side, holding a tray of drinks. The black-plated droid had appeared just in time to catch the arrival of a blue-skinned Twi'lek woman the likes of which human men on this Moon tended to salivate over like a kath hound over a dead womp rat.

"Indeed, they are not, Madam," Veepee said, sounding no different than other 3PO droid he had ever met. "And thank the Maker for that. Why, I would rather have my audio receptors plucked out by the beak of a Kowakian monkey-lizard than have to listen to some morbidly obese meatbag shriek like an Umbaran banshee." Okay, sometimes the torture droid in him slipped out. There was a beat of silence, after which the droid remembered what was in his hands, and offered it to the patrons. "Drinks?" @Zay @Phoenix
 

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Just as Jacen was losing hope a sensual twi’lek woman sauntered through the door and up to the bar. The sway of her hips garnered the attention of every hetero meathead in the establishment and if he wasn't mistaken she seemed to enjoy that. He smiled to himself and began to run a search for members of the Syndicate that matched her unique description. She was like him, a predator surrounded by prey.

When she chose a place next to him at the bar he wasn’t surprised. She either pegged him as an easy target or the most attractive guy at the bar both of which served Jacen’s purpose. He could tell she wasn’t some punk like the rest of the tough guys here. She carried herself with confidence that couldn’t be imitated and even as she settled in next to him it was apparent that if he posed a threat of any kind she wouldn’t bat an eye while putting him down. So, naturally, in order to hide his true intentions, he turned to face her, obscuring the screen of his datapad in the process.

Finally, someone worth talking to, he thought.

“Aren’t we all lost in one way or another...,” he mused flashing her a charming smile. “But to answer your question no, I’m a regular." His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips and he asked, "Need a light?” Before she could decline, Jacen picked his lighter up off the bar ignited it holding it out for her if she chose to use it.

As he was preparing a barb of his own in response to her quip about the opera a peculiar server droid approached.

Jacen had to force himself from frowning at the interruption as he took in this newcomer. The Scoundrel had been a patron of Nick’s Tavern since he’d landed on The Smuggler’s Moon and knew the Ardinnian owner to be quite shrewd electing to invest in quality ingredients rather than help. A small smirk settled on Jacen's face as his professional paranoia began to sound the alarm; However, instead of pulling his blaster he decided to see where this was going to go. He chuckled at the droids enthusiastic disdain for the opera and politely declined the droids offer indicating he was fine for now lifting his glass and punctuating his point with the nearly full beverage.

Jacen scanned the room for Nick, the namesake, and owner of the bar, but he was uncharacteristically missing. He took a puff on his cigar and looked to the bartender but luck didn't appear to be on his side just yet. The Rodian behind the bar was new and Jacen frowned as the coincidences began to pile up but just as quickly as it appeared his frown was replaced by his self-satisfied smirk. This was going to be an interesting night. Based on looks alone this droid wasn't employed by Nick, it was sleek and well maintained. Not to say the other droids didn't operate appropriately, this one just... seemed different. The gears in his head began to turn as his possible predicament began to unfurl itself.

Jacen stole a glance at this datapad and quickly scanned the images displayed. No dice, way too many for him to sift through without her getting suspicious. He'd need a little more information in order to refine the search, but he wasn't sure how much interference the droid was going to run, after all, if this automaton had been sent to kill one of them it'd only be a matter of time before it's primary objective overrode any protocols dictating discretion.

"I'm sorry, ma'am I don't think I caught your name. I'm Jay."

As he spoke he took another drag on his cigar and casually placed a hand on the butt of his blaster. There was no threat in his voice or tone, but if the droid was here for him he wouldn't be caught empty-handed if blasters were pulled.

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Vera rolled her eyes as he said they were all lost. She looked down at her smoke as he offered her a light, promptly pulling out a fresh one and accepting the light without a thank you. She knew what he wanted - or at least she thought she did - and she was going to take advantage of it in every way.

See, tinny here gets it, she said, motioning toward the server droid. She drained the rest of her glass and set it onto the droid's serving tray.

I'll have another whiskey, she said. She didn't need any of those frilly girly drinks. Not that she wouldn't have drunk one if it were offered...

Vera had been on Nar Shaddaa long enough to notice small changes that indicated trouble was afoot, and when someone put a hand on their blaster - even casually - it was a warning sign. She didn't say anything, but she did start thinking about shoving her smoke in his eye.

She glanced over at the droid, which seemed to be where his attention was ever so slightly pulled, and her own hand resisted the pull toward the pistol. She'd much rather just... run than fight.

Meatbag? That's an interesting term, she mused, eyes flicking back and forth between the two. It wasn't so much that the term was suspicious as that it was the most unique thing he'd said to latch onto while the tension built. @Malon @Zay
 
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For all Veepee preached about the superiority of droids (and he preached about it often), one thing they were not capable of was interpreting the nuance of a conversation. So, when the Twi'lek woman suggested interest in the term "meatbag," he entirely missed her skepticism, so elated was he that a meatbag had actually agreed with him.

"Quite so," the protocol droid said enthusiastically. Then, momentarily forgetting himself and recognizing his would-be-target's tension, added, "Goodness! That must have sounded prejudice. It's just that... You organics have so many squishy parts. Your skin, and all the water! By the Maker, how you all don't go mad from all that liquid sloshing about is quite beyond me. I would use the term 'liquidious fleshbag,' but that doesn't quite roll off the vocabulator, does it? Not to mention it's rude."

The protocol droid raised his head, spotting a similarly black-coated R2 unit making its way through the crowd of patrons with another tray of drinks. Veepee ushered the astromech droid over and swapped its tray out for his own. The new tray had the whisky the Twi'lek woman had asked for, and so he plucked a bottle of it off of the new tray and sat it down in front her. The astromech droid then rolled off to serve the table directly behind Jay.

Bounties were labors of love. They took time and patience. Veepee was simply looking for the right moment to make his move. Perhaps spook the well-manicured youth into leaving the establishment and then ambush him outside. Or, perhaps he would overplay his hand and draw the blaster pistol his fingers currently danced along. The droid had contingency plans for both such eventualities. At this point, it was just a game.

In the meantime, he swiveled his hips to face Jay, "Are you certain there is nothing else I can get you, sir? If not anything to drink, perhaps something to eat?" @Zay @Phoenix
 

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Jacen watched as the twi’lek’s eyes flicked to his hand on the butt of his gun. So she is paying attention. He decided to change his tactic, she’d either missed his question or ignored him. He shifted his attention forward and returned his attention to his datapad. He closed out the syndicate roster and pulled up one of the many documents he was debating between for his first job. Maybe he’d miss judged her, shab for all he knew she was a prostitute.

The Scoundrel let his hand fall away from his weapon. If the droid was gonna draw in a crowded bar then it wasn’t sent by anyone after him. The only grudges held against him were from his family and if they’d sent a homicidal droid after him, it wouldn’t gun him down in a crowded bar. Jacen ashed his cigar and took another drag. He edged his glasses down his nose to get a better look at the words scrolling up the screen as he skimmed various holonet articles about the spice mines of Kessel.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the droids frame turn it’s attention to him and he couldn’t help but feel a pinprick of fear lance it’s way down his spine. Maybe it was the paint job, or maybe it was the glowing red photoreceptors, but something about this droid gave him the jitters.

“No thanks, I love Nick, but the food here is terrible,” he said flashing a polite but dismissive smile to the droid before returning to his datapad. He lifted his glass and took another sip of whiskey. Without looking in her direction he asked the Twi’lek, “Spice or Coaxium?”

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Vera wasn't sure what exactly was going on here, but the moment's tension seemed to pass. Maybe she'd been on the job too long and was just jumping at shadows. Though the droid continued its rant about how squishy humans and other organics were, it kept serving drinks, so that was a plus. And she thought it was kind of funny, too.

She continued to not offer her name as she downed her drinks and leaned against the bar. Somehow she suspected that no matter how dismissive he was of the droid, it wasn't going to go anywhere. She didn't know exactly how it kept its job by hovering around a single pair of patrons, but perhaps it was an attraction simply because of its... unusual sense of humor.

Both, Vera said without missing a beat and with a coy smile. That should have told him all about her that he needed to know. It didn't matter what the question was, she was going to take whatever she could.

But spice is easier to move. Why, you trying to put together a job? Not so subtle asking the first girl that walks up to you in the bar, she said. What if the droid has a big... vocabulator, she said motioning to the droid if he was still there. @Zay @Malon
 

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The droid was indeed still there and something about the tone of the Twi'lek's voice, coupled with her suggestion, deeply offended him. He set his tray of drinks down and leaned all the way over the bar so that he could look directly into the woman's eyes with his big, red, glowing photoreceptors.

"Pardon me, ma'am, but are you implying that I am some manner of 'snitch'?" Veepee stared at her for an uncomfortably long beat before continuing. "Because I can assure you that I couldn't care less what sort of powdered, hallucinogenic filth you organics choose to cram into your olfactory sensors."

He could have stopped there. He really could have. But he had been on Nar Shaddaa hunting this mark for over a week and his patience had finally run out. This whole moon was packed dense with equally dense meatbags and he just couldn't take it anymore. Ironically, this had exactly the effect the Twi'lek had used to offend him in the first place.

"Why, were I a 'snitch,' I would have already blabbed to every bounty hunter on this moon about the mark on that one's head."

Every head in the bar turned on that one, and all the music and noise died too. Veepee could have cut the tension in the bar with a knife, if he had sensors to measure such things. "Goodness gracious me. I seem to have gotten carried away. Oh well. No need to throw the Huttlet out with the bathwater, as the saying goes. Artoo?"

The Artoo unit that had slipped behind Jay moments before was already in position, its extended shock arm hovering centimeters away from his back. Whistling, Artoo scooted forward and discharged a loud POPing burst of electricity; and Veepee used the moment of shock and confusion to hit a trigger on his right arm, which made the plating on his forearm unfold to reveal a wrist-blaster, which he pointed at the primped youth's head.

The bar patrons around them might have gotten involved if they were decent folk. But, on the Smuggler's Moon, everyone knew not to get between a bounty and his mark. Especially when the hunter in question was a droid that seemed to have weapons stored beneath his plates. What else might he be hiding under there? So, most of them went back to their drinks and conversations, leaving Veepee to deal with the boy and his companion. @Zay @Phoenix
 

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A small smile settled on Jacen’s face as his eyes remained focused on an article about The Kessel Run. The Twi’lek’s response was what he’d expect to hear from an experienced smuggler. He also, made a mental note to check into the difficulties of transporting Coaxium. There was a much larger profit margin for starship fuel than there was spice, but he needed a win, not a challenge.

“We’re on The Smuggler’s Moon right?” He retorted with a bored tone.

“Anyone dumb enough to narc on Nar Shadda doesn’t deserve to be planetside.”

As the words came out of his mouth, The Droid began to take extreme offense to the Twi’lek’s allusion. The Droid revealed his attentions and Jacen patted himself on the back for spotting the thread, of course, he then immediately began to kick himself for not leaving when he had the chance...

As intelligent as he was Jacen couldn’t predict the future. Sure, he knew he was stuck between a rock and a hard place right now, but it would have been impossible for him to accurately anticipate the motives of a homicidal bounty hunting droid and his companions. By the time he realized what was happening it was already too late.

As The Droid began another round of loony pontification Jacen slipped his right hand into his jacket hanging under the bar. His attention acutely trained on the threat directly in front of him. He retrieved his DH-17 and set the weapon to stun. Before he could react the droid said, “...Artoo?”

Jacen frowned removing his glasses and turning his attention behind him just in time to feel the prod of a shock arm press into his side.

HERK! was all he managed to say in his defense before the electricity lanced through his body.

Pain exploded from his side, sending his body into convulsions slamming his back into the bar countertop. Jacen dropped from the barstool he’d been perched on collapsing to the sticky bar floor. His vision blurred and dimmed as his consciousness began to sperate from his senses. He could see the treads of the black R2 unit from earlier and he chastised his stupidity. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to regain control of his faculties, but it was no use. This was bad. This was very very bad.

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She had meant the comment mostly as a joke, but the droid seemed to be taking some serious offense to it. Were droids even programmed to take offense to things? Sure maybe some of the higher programmed droids could, and this was a protocol droid, but it was still unexpected.

He continued on to talk about the bounty on Jay's head, and her eyebrow quirked up. That wasn't so abnormal on this world, but it was still unexpected. Everyone in the bar seemed to take notice of the droid's ranting and shouting, and Vera found herself very uncomfortable to be at the center - or just right of center - of all this attention.

The droid was shocking Jay and Vera dropped low as her hand fell to her blaster. This wasn't her fight, and she didn't want it to be her fight. She dropped under the patron's side of the bar, but unfortunately for her, other people didn't realize that she wasn't with Jace.

People were scrambling to catch the bounty, and were more than happy to jump on Jay, Vera, Veepee, and Artoo. They were soon to find that all of them were contending with a literal mob of people, and if any of them wanted to get out... it was going to be a problem that might require them all to work together lest they all be torn limb from limb. @Zay @Malon
 
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"Well, that's no good," Vee-Threepio said as the bar erupted into chaos.

And it truly was chaos. Patrons and drunken hunters alike were scrambling to nab Jay and his Twi'lek companion, but they were also competing with one another. A competition that quickly devolved into a full-on bar fight. Glasses were smashed, tables overturned, chairs flew through the air; Veepee saw several of the server protocol droids get mowed over, each shrieking in that worried, prissy little tone that the murderbot was glad his new programming excluded.

For his part, Artoo seemed to be enjoying the brawl. In the madness, the tiny blastromech had extended a flamethrower from one of its bottom ports and sprayed a stream of fire that engulfed a crowd of unfortunate Rodians at the table he had just been serving minutes prior. Their screams, coupled with the smell of their burning flesh, was enough to excite Veepee's olfactory sensors. All-in-all, he would say that this day was turning out quite well.

Artoo's theatrics was enough to keep some of the patrons back, so Veepee used the moment to lean down and peer under the table at the Twi'lek woman cowering below. "Excuse me, ma'am, but might I enlist your services in carrying this unconscious meatbag outside the bar with me? In exchange, I promise not to amputate your lekku once we are safely out of this mess."

Without waiting for a response, Veepee straightened his back and waddled out next to his astromech counterpart. He triggered the button on his right arm and joined in the madness by adding a stream of jet from his own wrist-flamethrower, sending another group of drunken patrons scattering for the wall to avoid being engulfed—and quite literally creating a fiery path towards the door of the establishment for them. @Zay @Phoenix
 
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Vera felt stuck on what to do, and that wasn't a feeling she ever enjoyed. The droids had turned to full on flamethrowing action and wrist blasters, and she didn't trust them at all. Still, she was pretty sure they'd come back and kill her just for the sheer enjoyment of it, and the thugs in here would kill her just as quickly.

Unreal, she growled as she emerged from under the bar and grabbed Jace by the belt and started to drag him very, very unceremoniously across the floor of the bar toward the back. She didn't even want to think about all the things he was being dragged through on this bar floor.

She was heading for the back when someone jumped at her with a vibroknife. She fell back as he advanced toward her and brought her pistol up and fired. And again. And again. Until he stopped coming. Her whole body felt cold and sweaty. She had always carried a blaster, but had never had to actually shoot someone before. Her hands were shaking wildly, and she forced her feet in front of one another as she pulled Jay out to the back and into a dirty alley. Oh is poor fancy clothes were definitely going to be ruined after this.
 
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Jacen’s eyes snapped open with immediate regret as bright fluorescent light flooded his unprepared pupils. He took a moment to let his senses adjust and then eased his eyes back open. The light source was coming from a nearby window and it wasn’t artificial which threw him off.

How long have I been out? He wondered as he tried to figure out where he was. Revelation slammed into him and any veneered bravado melted away. He was home.

Frak me.

Panic clawed at The Scoundrel’s innards as he examined his father’s office. Vaguely the smell of something burning registered in his mind, but what he was seeing overrode what he smelt. The door leading into his childhood home burst inward and two battle droids strode in. They unceremoniously took hold of Jacen, snatching him up by his belt and dragging him across the floor ass in the air. He tried to fight but his body wouldn’t react he felt paralyzed, useless as they removed him from the room.

The smell of fire strengthened as they entered they moved into the hallway. Smoke poured from the rooms adjacent to their path and just when he’d lost all hope, Jacen spotted a flash of blue. The sound of blaster fire filled his ears and suddenly he was free. His body collapsed to the floor and frustration blossomed in his mind as he tried his damndest to move his limbs. He was covered in perspiration as the strain began to wear on his weakened body.

What in the hell did they do to me?!

The clatter of metal bodies alerted him to his jailer's demise and relief flooded his unresponsive body. Thin but powerful arms wrapped around his waist and hoisted him up and over her shoulder. Blue lekku swayed in and out of his vision and Jacen realized the woman he’d met at the bar had become his unlikely savior.

He wanted to thank her, to hug her, hell at this point he was so beside himself with gratitude she could have asked for anything and he would have agreed so long as she got him the hell off of Serenno, but he wouldn’t have the chance. The woman turned toward a nearby window and began walking toward it. A new fear crept into his psyche as she drew closer to the open window.

Without warning, Jacen was thrown out the opening. His body felt weightless as it left her shoulder and embraced the void behind him. His limbs suddenly came to life and he began to flail as he plummeted toward the ground. Just before his body collided with the ground below his baby blues snapped open.

AHHH! He yelled as the scene around him shifted to the familiar back alley of Nick’s. His chest heaved as he frantically scanned the area around him. Smoke poured from the door leading back into the bar which must have been the smell he was experiencing in his forced dream. Reality began to realign itself with his senses as his short term memory caught up with him. Had she saved him?

Jacen examined the woman with new eyes and noted how disheveled she appeared. Unsure what to say he gingerly pushed himself up against the wishes of his protesting muscles. He brushed himself off the best he could and said, “Thanks, I owe you one.

The confidence she'd shown inside was gone and she looked like she'd just seen a ghost which he found ironic. "You good?” He had no clue if she was working with that crazy droid, or where the damn thing had gotten off too, but he wasn’t in the mood to stick around and find out. He’d lost both his weapons and his datapad in the attack and knew his body wouldn’t last long in a fight. He was screwed.

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He would receive his answer a moment later. Vee-Threepio waddled out of the now-burning bar with Artoo close on his heels. Screams rang out from the inside, but neither droid seemed particularly bothered. The aroma of burning flesh and alcohol only served to excite Veepee's olfactory sensors. If he were an organic, he might have had a big smile on his face, so pleased was he with their handiwork. But the sight of his target awake and functional brought him back to reality.

"Well, that will teach them to cut in on a droid's bounty," Threepio said; and, when Artoo answered with a whistle, he added, "Oh, I quite imagine there will be survivors. It would be a tragedy otherwise. Who would tell the rest of the moon of our exploits? Though, I suppose their palms will sweat every time they see a protocol droid, now." Artoo whistled again. "Right, or an astromech."

The droid turned his photoreceptors to the Twi'lek woman. "I bid you thanks for helping me drag this worthless meatbag out of that oven. As promised, you may keep your lekku." Then his gaze went to Jay. "And now Artoo and I will be taking you back to Serenno. Your brothers are very much eager to see you again and it would be rude of us to keep them waiting much longer."

Vee-Threepio shuffled closer and, as he did, R2-J5 rolled around beside him; the astromech droid's head dome parted and a large rocket launcher emerged, which it then pointed at Jay.

"Do try not to make any sudden movements. The bounty on your head specifically requested you be returned to your siblings alive, but Artoo and I have no qualms returning you in a couple thousand pieces if you leave us no other choice." He swiveled to face the Twi'lek woman briefly. "Loathe though I am to share our boon, you did help us in his capture, ma'm. It's a troublesome line of code in our programming—a line I fully intend to have removed one day—but this entitle you to some manner of reward. You are welcome to accompany us to Serenno to receive it." @Phoenix @Zay
 
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This was not how she thought this day was going to go. She'd just killed someone and was helping some murderous, psychotic droids carry off some other guy as well! She nearly vomited and jumped when she heard a voice ask if she was "good." No, she most certainly good.

What the kriff did you do to piss them off!? she shouted at him. His family must have really hated him to send those murder bots after him. Her hand still grasped her pistol tightly, and she wasn't sure if she should just shoot the droids when they came out. The thought was quickly quashed as she realized that if she did she would certainly be risking her life. They could torch her just as easily as the people...

The thought was cut off as the door opened again and screams and cries resounded from the burning and dying inside. She had seen cruelty before, but this was just beyond...

She wasn't expecting the droid to actually offer to let her come along and claim part of the reward. She certainly deserved it after this, but she just looked at him baffled for a moment.

Yes, I'll come, she said. She wasn't sure yet if she'd actually deliver him or help him escape. She leaned toward the former because it would get her paid, and it served him right for getting her dragged into this. Even if it wasn't his fault, she could blame him nonetheless. @Zay @Malon
 
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