[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" style="avatar]No stranger to being found in precarious situations, it didn't bring any semblance of shame to Rhailo's pinned personage when he closed the gap between them, his bloody demonstration lost in a wash of constant rain. Both were being pelted, but she hadn't dressed for the change in the weather, and while thunder clapped and the streets were filled, the Auroun shivered under soaked apparel. The thought hadn't yet crossed her mind that the hunter would see the curves of her physique as her shirt turned into a water tight second skin, the cold driving the flesh on her exposed extremities to raise. Flashing a smile seemed almost too natural at the bounty hunter's comment, because for all intents and purposes, she seemed caught. A prize to ponder over, or simply haul away to the S'zari syndicate.
"You didn't waste any time." There were distant calls from her neighbors on the block, shouts over toppled structures and damages the Mandalorian caused mid-flight. Now that Demagol was grounded, he seemed more dangerous than before, though Rhailo was under the impression he got his kicks playing apex predator. Perhaps the woman would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy being treated like prey; but he didn't need to know that. Their game had only just begun, after all.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in a rush." Palms pressed into the buildings the Auroun had been trying to wedge between, flattened so she could break away from the structures. In the movements, fabric to her pants would seize and shift, threatening to rip if she wiggled too quickly or pulled away with haste. Hazardous wardrobe in focus, Rhailo realized the heels should be discarded at some point, as energy was becoming a precious commodity, and gliding about without stepping foot on the pavement ate up the reserves faster than anything else. No one particularly looks forward to running barefoot in dirty rain water, but practicality was it's own pressure she didn't need to think twice about accepting.
"Are they paying you well? Figure I only get chased this hard when there's a good deal of credits on the table..." Pausing, her tongue ran smooth against her lips as though she could taste something he wasn't privy to. "Or you have nothing better to do than torment a poor, defenseless woman." Rhailo had a way of pressing buttons she had no right to push, and though finally freed from her makeshift hiding spot, there was no immediate escape. On the contrary, her stilettos marched her closer to where he waited, arms seeking to rest folded beneath the swell of see through linen so the outline of her breasts was unmistakable. "Shouldn't you be camped out in some skeezy cantina, making eyes with serving girls?" Rhailo tsked thoughtfully as those opalescent orbs of hers danced along the front of Demagol's armor, searching for any sign of wear.
"You need to blow off steam, and I bet if you were to look, there are better outlets for you." Rhailo shared a smirk before adding, "I'm not going anywhere with you, Tin man. So, you're either going to get bored, or tired, of chasing me around this shit hole city." And such words were enough indication, as the Auroun's body vanished in a sparkling cloud of ethereal energies, only to reappear several yards away, immediately sprinting down the nearest alley. On her heels, reality seemed to bend, and from it, a copy formed. An almost exact replication- with a heat signature and a pulse, and matching garb down to the frayed knees of her jeans. Another soon followed suit, created at the original's front, and the three ran in their row until reaching the mouth feeding out towards another set of streets.
The original didn't need to say a word; they each took a direction and didn't stop to think about what would happen to them if he caught up. One moved left, backtracking towards where the initial meeting with the Bounty Hunter was, while another ran the exact opposite way, off towards the lights and sounds of the city's downtown. The third headed straight, looking to continue weaving around defunct droid piles and homeless denizens taking shelter from the storm. All the Rhailo's making their escape were equally fast, but one kicked off their shoes after a brief pause so they were less impaired.
The second shamelessly removed their shirt when they reached the redlighter's corner, using the crowd they found themselves passing through as a means to camouflage.
The third, which perhaps seemed most likely to be the original, was hopeful they could recover the goods they wanted at the very beginning of this wild chase they found themselves in. Of course, it meant climbing over massive towers of concrete while avoiding a sea of glass and debris otherwise, but there was time for such scaling. Clambering as it was. Split attention between the three meant their perception of details wasn't anywhere near as good as it had been when they were one, but the original had pulled this trick enough times to have a grasp on all three consciousnesses at once. They were a team, following dictation through the direction of the original, who knew she was running out of options.
'We have to get to the S'zari.' One communicated through their telepathic link. 'If we turn ourselves in, he gets no bounty. No prize, no chase.'
'He'd chase without prize.' Another shared. 'He's going to be mad over this.'
The third seemed the least hopeful of the separated triad. 'I can't outrun him forever. Another cartel might be the best option.'
'Calrathiions?' The first asked.
'No. Better to keep our limbs than pay blood debts.' The second said before suggesting, 'Maybe the Tara'ridarium? Roth Khanians?'
'Perhaps... Roth Khanians have a soft spot for women. Their hive mother is considered sacred... I might be able to convince them to house me while I pay off my debts. I'll plead to their sense of chivalry.' The speaking Rhailo was avoiding a pair of fondling hands while the messages were relayed, still topless and still scooting through the crowd, though they were quickly managing to make progress on said plan.
To the Roth Khanians in Doo-Lah-Khan's Casino, who hated the S'zari syndicate more than they hated her.
"You didn't waste any time." There were distant calls from her neighbors on the block, shouts over toppled structures and damages the Mandalorian caused mid-flight. Now that Demagol was grounded, he seemed more dangerous than before, though Rhailo was under the impression he got his kicks playing apex predator. Perhaps the woman would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy being treated like prey; but he didn't need to know that. Their game had only just begun, after all.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in a rush." Palms pressed into the buildings the Auroun had been trying to wedge between, flattened so she could break away from the structures. In the movements, fabric to her pants would seize and shift, threatening to rip if she wiggled too quickly or pulled away with haste. Hazardous wardrobe in focus, Rhailo realized the heels should be discarded at some point, as energy was becoming a precious commodity, and gliding about without stepping foot on the pavement ate up the reserves faster than anything else. No one particularly looks forward to running barefoot in dirty rain water, but practicality was it's own pressure she didn't need to think twice about accepting.
"Are they paying you well? Figure I only get chased this hard when there's a good deal of credits on the table..." Pausing, her tongue ran smooth against her lips as though she could taste something he wasn't privy to. "Or you have nothing better to do than torment a poor, defenseless woman." Rhailo had a way of pressing buttons she had no right to push, and though finally freed from her makeshift hiding spot, there was no immediate escape. On the contrary, her stilettos marched her closer to where he waited, arms seeking to rest folded beneath the swell of see through linen so the outline of her breasts was unmistakable. "Shouldn't you be camped out in some skeezy cantina, making eyes with serving girls?" Rhailo tsked thoughtfully as those opalescent orbs of hers danced along the front of Demagol's armor, searching for any sign of wear.
"You need to blow off steam, and I bet if you were to look, there are better outlets for you." Rhailo shared a smirk before adding, "I'm not going anywhere with you, Tin man. So, you're either going to get bored, or tired, of chasing me around this shit hole city." And such words were enough indication, as the Auroun's body vanished in a sparkling cloud of ethereal energies, only to reappear several yards away, immediately sprinting down the nearest alley. On her heels, reality seemed to bend, and from it, a copy formed. An almost exact replication- with a heat signature and a pulse, and matching garb down to the frayed knees of her jeans. Another soon followed suit, created at the original's front, and the three ran in their row until reaching the mouth feeding out towards another set of streets.
The original didn't need to say a word; they each took a direction and didn't stop to think about what would happen to them if he caught up. One moved left, backtracking towards where the initial meeting with the Bounty Hunter was, while another ran the exact opposite way, off towards the lights and sounds of the city's downtown. The third headed straight, looking to continue weaving around defunct droid piles and homeless denizens taking shelter from the storm. All the Rhailo's making their escape were equally fast, but one kicked off their shoes after a brief pause so they were less impaired.
The second shamelessly removed their shirt when they reached the redlighter's corner, using the crowd they found themselves passing through as a means to camouflage.
The third, which perhaps seemed most likely to be the original, was hopeful they could recover the goods they wanted at the very beginning of this wild chase they found themselves in. Of course, it meant climbing over massive towers of concrete while avoiding a sea of glass and debris otherwise, but there was time for such scaling. Clambering as it was. Split attention between the three meant their perception of details wasn't anywhere near as good as it had been when they were one, but the original had pulled this trick enough times to have a grasp on all three consciousnesses at once. They were a team, following dictation through the direction of the original, who knew she was running out of options.
'We have to get to the S'zari.' One communicated through their telepathic link. 'If we turn ourselves in, he gets no bounty. No prize, no chase.'
'He'd chase without prize.' Another shared. 'He's going to be mad over this.'
The third seemed the least hopeful of the separated triad. 'I can't outrun him forever. Another cartel might be the best option.'
'Calrathiions?' The first asked.
'No. Better to keep our limbs than pay blood debts.' The second said before suggesting, 'Maybe the Tara'ridarium? Roth Khanians?'
'Perhaps... Roth Khanians have a soft spot for women. Their hive mother is considered sacred... I might be able to convince them to house me while I pay off my debts. I'll plead to their sense of chivalry.' The speaking Rhailo was avoiding a pair of fondling hands while the messages were relayed, still topless and still scooting through the crowd, though they were quickly managing to make progress on said plan.
To the Roth Khanians in Doo-Lah-Khan's Casino, who hated the S'zari syndicate more than they hated her.
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