The bounty hunter known only as The Nerf
Herder touched his vessel of the same name down on Staark Station
orbiting the nondescript world of Odryn. The bounty hunter was wearing a
set of dynamic black armorweave with a matching helmet that obscured his
attractive human visage beneath it. His helmet had a wide array of
targeting sensors that aided in his every action. Atmospheric filters
resulted in an audible breath being taken with each step. No weapon was
visible on his persona as he was a professional and expected his
employer to be professional as well. As he made through the station his
mind went over the particulars in his head ... he understood it was to
be a young, exotic female. It did not seem like much of a challenge to
him, but the amount of credits being offered made him think there was
something more to the story that was worth his investigating.
There was more than one way to solve a
security problem on a criminal's space station. One way was to demand
the surrender of all weaponry upon the docking of a visitor's ship:
this, however, was foolish and impractical. Criminals were nothing if
not practiced at getting around restrictions. The ruler of the eponymous
Staark's Station decided to go the complete opposite route. He allowed
everyone to carry weapons and depended on the various factions of riff
raff to take care of each other. His handpicked men were loyal and
likely carried the best gear on the station on average, and the man
himself was supposed to be more than formidable in personal combat.
Bounty hunters were directed towards his audience chamber upon arriving
at the station. There was also an understanding that they were not to be
harassed. At least a murder a day took place on this den of depravity,
but as long as it didn't go against Staark his security didn't bother to
do anything about.
The multi frequency target acquisition
system in his helmet picked up each one of Staark's bodyguards and gave
him a precise readout of each of their weapons. If he were armed, he was
confident he could gun them all down in an instant. As he walked into
the audience chamber he came to a stop in the center of the room,
tilting his head defiantly as he folded his arms in front of his chest.
<Click>"I did not come all this way to this backwater dump to be made to
wait."<Click> he said defiantly through the external comlink of his
"Then wait no longer, human." The
Feeorin's voice boomed as he addressed the new arrival, gesturing for
his security to stand aside. Staark had a fearsome reputation, having
apparently plied his trade as a soldier of fortune for more than two
centuries. His species was an intriguing inversion of the normal aging
process. Feeorin only grew strong as they got older, until one day
dying. They would be a threat to the galaxy if their aggression didn't
act as a natural means to weed them out. "Perhaps the 'Herder of Nerfs'
will be able to solve my little annoyance." He sat on...well, the only
way to properly describe it was a throne. It looked to have been created
... stitched together really ... out of the trophies gathered from his
own successful hunts. The padding on that chair looked like rancor skin,
for instance. Resting across his lap was a massive sword ... not a
vibroblade, a genuine sword ... and he had a blaster strapped to one hip
that would have been a rifle on a smaller being.
The Nerf Herder took a step forward
towards the Feeorin, eyes glaring at the much larger individual from the
safety of the helmet. <Click>"For the right price I have been known to
solve many annoyances."<Click> he explained briefly, as he looked over
the elaborate displays that were around him. He felt all of the crime
lords he dealt with felt the need to be ostentatious and theatrical.
However, he could not care less and was focused strictly on what the
mission was and whether or not it was worth his time. <Click>"Does the
annoyance have a name? ...and a price?"<Click> he asked, as he took
another step forward, his head tilting to the side quixotically like an
He stood in a swift motion from his
throne, walking down into the pit-like area in front of it where a
holoprojector stood. Staark began tapping on it, but growled in
frustration when it did not turn on immediately ... scum were not the
best technicians. One swift kick later the machine would flicker on. "We
will discuss the price last, but the name ... Valeria." A few more taps
at the controls of the projector would bring up a full color hologram of
the target in question, along with her vital stats, or approximations
thereof. She was a human or near-human of approximately 1.57 meters in
height, and in the image depicted she seemed to be dancing on top of a
casino table while several high rollers looked on in bewilderment. The
Feeorin provided no context. "Smuggler, gambler and sometime bounty
hunter, operating primarily out of Zeltron space. Active for at least
five years, perhaps more. The Hutt who suggested her to me described her
as a living thermal detonator with the safety features removed."
Suddenly, another bounty hunter stepped
into the fray. "Valeria is an easy target," Kerrie announced as she
stepped forward into the audience chamber unannounced. She had dealt
with the Nerf Herder before, and she respected his ability, however she
needed credits to fulfill her own ambitions and would gladly sell out a
friend if it would fund her ability to the Hutt who had betrayed her
family. She walked with a slight limp as she had been drinking heavily
and it had negatively effected her ability to walk. "Give me the job,
mighty Staark," she said, as she came to a stop adjacent to the other
bounty hunter. The black Mabari armorweave covered her diminutive form
and she maintained a human appearance that disguised her true Clawdite
nature. Her eyes rolled over to the man, a cruel smile forming upon her
face. She was certain she would upstage him this time.
The security guards brought their
blaster rifles to bear when she barged in, but they held back on a
gesture from Staark. Upon seeing her he would give a booming laugh that
would impressive a Hutt and sheathe his sword behind his back. "You I
know by reputation. Tell me why you believe this job will be easy. I
have not yet told you why she has earned my wrath."
Kerrie glared at Staark angrily as she
let out a soft, drunken belch. She had been drinking a bit too much, but
the credits had run out, and if she did not get this job she would not
have the finances to keep going. "I know her. I've worked with her. It
gives me an advantage," she explained as she roughly pushed away the
The Nerf Herder had thus far ignored
Kerrie, who he had ran into from time to time. She used to be a feared
assassin, but now she was nothing more than a washed up drunk. <Click>"Staark.
If you want to make the mistake of giving this drunk the job then I am
sure you will be contacting me in a week to clean up two
nuisances."<Click> he theorized, as he waited for the Feeorin to make
his decision. He was confident he was the best hunter for the job, but
he would let the crime lord ultimately make the decision.
"Men..." He turned to his guard staff of
associated species, as they moved forward to surround Kerrie. "Take this
one somewhere to sleep this off." He started to turn away from the
Clawdite, before remembering something. "And just so we understand each
other..." This time he was addressing the guards. "I mean that literally
this time. No misunderstandings. I don't want to find out you spaced
her." He then turned to address Kerrie, looking down on her from his
imposing height. "If you are sober and on this station in one standard
week, I'll have another job for you. Take advantage of this - I am not
know for my...understanding nature."
Kerrie grit her teeth angrily as the
guards surrounded her and began moving her out of the audience chamber.
It was not the first time she had been passed over by the Nerf Herder,
and it seemed as if the way it was going it would not be the last.
Seeming quite angry she flashed a glare at both the men. She would
remember this insult ... or forget it after a night of drunken sleep.
The Nerf Herder readjusted his position
to stand in the center of the room as his attention fixated again on
Staark. <Click>"I'm glad we got that straightened out. Now ... about my
fee?"<Click> he asked, tilting his helmet covered head once more at the
man. It always came down to credits with these criminals. He had more
credits from his family than any of the small time crime lords he had
worked with, so for him choosing a job was based more on interest than
"Let us hope she does not embarrass
herself again tomorrow. I do so hate to waste talent." He drew that
massive sword with a quickness that belied his massive frame and swung
it in a manner that suggested the beheading of an offending human of
roughly Kerrie's height. "The reward: 25,000 credits. Do you care to
know the reason she has earned such a price on her head?"
The Nerf Herder blinked dramatically and
remained silently within the confines of his helmet for a while. That
was a very steep bounty, he thought to himself as he considered his next
reply carefully. A normal hunter would have accepted instantly based on
the amount alone, but he was different. <Click>"I am sure there are
25,000 reasons she has offended you, Staark. But tell me the primary
ones."<Click> He was determined to hear this story, as he began to
wonder if perhaps there was more to this bounty than he had been led to
"I am a reasonable sapient, or at least
I like to consider myself one. Have you ever tried spice?" He began to
pace, occasionally glancing over at the holo of Valeria. "I do not favor
it. It is for people with weak minds, those that cannot cope with the
reality they find themselves in." Even as he went on this introspective
soliloquy his voice boomed. He did not have much of a volume control.
"But should they suffer for their weakness? No. It is a gift that I
provide them with, a respite. I have many competitors in this, aside
from Imperial authorities. It was to eliminate one of the more
troublesome ones that I enlisted her aid." He stopped talking for a
moment, allowing him to take the information in.
The Nerf Herder had stopped looking at
Staark and turned his attention to the holographic image, walking
towards it until he was standing directly in front of her. She was very
beautiful and he sensed there was something more to this than a simple
spice transaction gone awry. <Click>"I am not a man who judges others on
their business dealings, Staark. The galaxy is changing around us and it
is getting harder and harder for a man to making a living."<Click> he
said through the comm, as he finished analyzing the woman's appearance.
<Click>"I sense that this aid did not go as you had hoped?"<Click> he
inquired, feeling as if he was beginning to put together the pieces of
what had happened inside his head. Indeed, there seemed there was more
to this than he had first suspected. It was beginning to sound
"My enemies refinery is a radioactive
crater, Herder. She did the job I required her to. What I did not
require her to do, however..." His voice dropped dangerously low as one
hand clenched into a fist. Feeorin were all supposed to be strong. This
one looked like he could crush ferrocrete with his bare hands. "...was
cause me more collateral damage than my competitor was causing me in
lost business. A bulk transport and.." Blood began to see out from the
fist he was making. "...an entire hold worth of merchandise, along
with..." He stopped abruptly as she swiftly sheathed his sword again.
"Let's just say that she was far too creative in her methods for
accomplishing the mission. If you find the advance payment I gave her on
her corpse, feel free to take it as a bonus." He would pause as a dark
gleam appeared in his bright red eyes. "Though I would much prefer you
bring her in alive. I would like to educate her at length on how to
The Nerf Herder nodded his head firmly,
having listened to the man's story carefully. It was definitely worth
his time and his interest. <Click>"You will have her ... alive,"<Click>
he said, as his holo recorder took in the image of the woman. He walked
towards Staark and placed his helmet directly in the man's chest.
<Click>"Any word on her last location?"<Click> was the only question he
needed answered. This was definitely a woman he needed to meet.
"She's been spotted in several ninth
rate planets in the Outer Rim. Pretty distinctive, for a human. She must
have at least something resembling a survival extinct, because she is
supposed to not like leaving civilization." He gestured to the image
being displayed of her on top of the casino table. "Or what passes for
it. Just be sure you don't try and take her in space. I am not a gear
head, but my men tell her ship is quite formidable for its weight
The Nerf Herder gave a final nod to the
man, before beginning on his way back towards his ship. <Click>"She does
not strike me as someone who will be difficult to pin down..."<Click> he
said, believing that she cramed the limelight and attention. He did not
think it would be much of a challenge and was more interested in the
conversation after he captured her than the hunt itself. <Click>"I will
return as soon as I have her. I do not expect it to take that
long..."<Click> he said, matter-of-factly, as he exited the audience
chamber. The game was a foot and he intended to once again be the
"Tatooine," the Nerf Herder muttered
below his helmet as he stood outside of Bestine's cantina. The wind
whipped all around him blowing sand across that carefully maintained set
of armorweave. Valeria had not been a particular difficult hunt thanks
to the ship she had been using. He had been led to the Arkanis sector of
the Outer Rim ... a series of desolate worlds that a man like him would
never be caught dead in ... unless of course he was on the hunt. There
were few settlements on this barren, desert world and having already
checked Mos Epsa and Anchorhead he was preparing to check Bestine off
his list. As he stepped forward into the cantina the weapons detector
beeped due to the presence of his DT-57 heavy blaster pistol. A quick
toss of a 100 credit chip to the bartender allowed him to pass free of
harassment into the sea of lost souls populating the cantina.
Her ship was indeed a dead giveaway. She
had the gunboat for a longtime, and there was only so much the false
transponders could do to disguise the identity. Dummied up sensor
profiles would not fool visual inspections, and certain other
technologies she might have had access to could be unreliable at the
best of times. It was for that reason that the vivacious female was
slumming in one of the worst cantinas on one of the most desolate worlds
in the galaxy. By her standards, of course. At the moment she appeared
to be drinking some expensive liqueur and telling joke while the
moisture farmer across from her looked almost completely incoherent.
"And then I said, 'What do you mean Wookies don't have three legs?' Get
it? Get it? Oh, you're hopeless." She tossed back the glass and leaned
backwards in her chair. Her arms slowly crossed beneath her chest as a
hint of petulance passed over her face.
The Nerf Heder made his way to the bar
and quickly ordered himself a glass of Alderaan Ruge to maintain the
appearance of a normal patron of the seedy establishment. As he stared
expressionless beneath his helmet his MFTAS began scanning the occupants
of the Cantina, cycling them against the image Staark had provided of
Valeria. After seven minutes a match was identified and a smile crept
upon the attractive Alderaanian face that was kept securely beneath his
helmet. He took no action towards her, not so little as a head turned in
her direction. This place was too crowded and he was sure there were
more than one 'white knight' who might intervene should he start
blasting at the most attractive of the cantina's customers.
She was wearing a Karflo Corporation
Thinsuit, something which intelligence on her indication was her
preferred garment. Only the color seemed to change. Over that she had a
Corellian leather jacket which could conceal any number of things.
Primarily, however, she seemed to be armed only by the twin DC-17
blasters she had strapped to her thigh in Durinium quick-release
holsters. "Don't suppose you've heard the one about the Rebel, the Jedi
and the Imperial walking into the bar together?" With a sigh she seemed
to acknowledge that the man across from her was well and truly passed
out. Her attention diverted, she pulled up the sleeve of her jacket and
began tapping on her wrist comlink.
Beneath his helmet a tactical readout of
the DC-17s was being displayed for him with information concerning their
range, power cell capacity, and other pertinent facts being presented to
him. He felt that his armor might deflect perhaps one of the shots, but
no more. His best approach, he thought, would be to use one of his
incapacitating grenades ... either glop or cryoban ... to trap the young
woman. He was confident if he struck right now he would have her, but to
the great disdain of many in the bar. Perhaps she would keep drinking,
he hoped silently beneath the helmet. There were simply too many around
them for him to come up with any kind of effective strategy as of yet.
His scanners would eventually identify
her wrist comlink as a Fabritech PAC20. Its datapad function explained
why she kept so interested in tapping on it. As the moisture farmer
across from her slid off the table to fall to the floor of the dirty
cantina, she would accept another round of drinks that had been ordered
for her by some other patron. These she downed rather casually, imbibing
them as if it was second nature. Her free hand used her sleeve to wipe
off her mouth, the undignified gesture somehow not at all unattractive
coming from her.
Patience was not a virtue possessed by
the Alderaanian bounty hunter and thus his attention quickly turned to
the last resort thermal detonator he kept on the left side of his armor.
He cupped it in his left hand and primed the activator, switch caused
all of the patrons around him to start to panic. "He's holding a thermal
detonator!" one yelled as the throng of aliens and humans began to push
against one another to escape the chaos. As they shoved their way
towards the exit, the Nerf Heder instead held his ground and struggled
to make his way towards Valeria's table. <Click>"Stay right where you
are!"<Click> he said to the woman, as his right hand went to draw his
DT-57 heavy blaster pistol from his holster and pointed it squarely at
the woman's midsection.
While his brandishing the thermal
detonator had seemingly given her all the time she needed to ready
herself for danger, by the time he drew on her she had a half empty shot
glass in her hand and was laughing. "Now that's what I'm talking about!
It takes a real Barve to use the old thermal detonator trick." She
seemed to have a real grin on her face as patrons rapidly filed out of
the cantina at full speed.
The Nerf Herder's thumb withdrew from
the activator and the incessant beeping ceased as he placed the
explosive back into the safety of the clip on the left side of his
armor. <Click>"Hands on the table. Where I can see them!"<Click> he
ordered as he pointed at her with that impressive heavy blaster pistol
at her midsection. With the thermal detonator safely away, his free left
hand hovered over a glop grenade.
The moisture farmer at her the foot of
the table seemed to be stirred by all the commotion. He got up on his
knees just long enough to vomit in the direction of the Nerf Herder's
feet. Valeria's reaction was fast. Her hand released the shot glass in a
toss aimed for the bounty hunter's helmet. At the same she would fall
backwards in her chair, using her feet to upend the table into a
makeshift barrier. When the chair hit the ground she would roll into a
flip. The short female was something of a gymnast, it seemed. Up close
one could see some evidence of that, given her thick and muscular
There was nothing more grotesque than
the site of projectile vomit headed directly for his wonderfully kept
boots. A groan of displeasure was murmured beneath his helmet as he
stepped back in a futile attempt to avoid it, but the impact of the shot
glass temporarily disoriented the targeting scanners of his helmet.
<Click>"I said stay where you are!"<Click> he said quite angrily and his
left hand threw the glop grenade at the wall behind the table, hoping it
would deflect down near her location.
"I have to tell ya! You're really
messing with my galactic view here!" The glop grenade did hit its target
... sort of. She had mostly managed to get out of its blast radius, save
for one foot which got caught in it. Valeria drew her blasters with
rapid speed and poured fire into the Glop after it hardened. Soon her
foot broke free as she hopped away from the table. "Everybody loves me,
so what's your problem?" She holsters those blasters just as quickly as
they were drawn, always keeping on the move as she headed for the
He grit his teeth angrily as she freed
herself from the glop and he considered his next moves. <Click>"You
crossed the wrong Feeorin."<Click> he yelled through the comm system of
his helmet as he went for his DT-57 heavy blaster pistol. He did not aim
at her, however, as he wanted her alive. Instead, he aimed at the
ceiling above her and began rapidly firing crimson bolts of deadly
energy at the duracrete that was poised several meters above her head.
She was moving fast, but not fast enough
for a hail of shrapnel. While she ran she had pushed back the sleeve of
her jacket and started to use the comlink there, probably to call for
help or for an emergency pickup. She never got the chance, however. A
piece of duracrete damaged that comlink while several more tore holes in
her jacket and scratched her face. Valeria appeared to curse under her
breath before diving out of the entrance of the Cantina into the hot sun
of a Tatooine day. By now most of the patrons had cleared out of the
cantina, but it was still minutes before the Bestine authorities would
be anywhere near there. She was by now means out of danger. "I really
liked that jacket, you know!"
This was getting difficult, he thought
bitterly to himself as he chased after her out the entrance of the
cantina. Unfortunately, the fallen debris slowed his ability to chase
after her and he stumbled out of the exit into the hot Tatooine day. The
wind swirled dust all around him and it took some time for him to spin
around and find the direction where she went. He slid his heavy blaster
back into his holster, because there would be no use shooting kill bolts
out her on the streets of Bestine. <Click>"Don't make this harder than
it has to be!"<Click> he warned her, as he began to chase after her as
best he could. She was really beginning to get on his bad side.
She was running now at full sprint.
Despite her relatively diminutive height, she could get going rather
fast when she wanted to. It seemed that she was after a different means
of escape, however. After building up a sufficient sprint she would jump
and kick off a nearby sandstone wall, landing behind a Rodian on a
dilapidated speeder moving at about five klicks per hour. "I'm really
sorry for this." That was her only apology as she pushed the unfortunate
traveler off and revved the vehicle up to its full speed, her long red
hair trailing behind her. She was trying to make a break for it,
probably heading for the spaceport.
The Nerf Herder refused to let her get
away so easily and he wanted spotted a Bith on an Ikas-Adno 22-B
Nightfalcon speeder bike, he was quick to push him off and hop aboard
without any form of apology. His hand gripped the throttle and he began
accelerate after the pink skinned humanoid. The spaceport seemed to be
the likely bet given what Staark had said about her propensity for
spaceflight. He was becoming quite annoyed by the chase and was
determined to stop her before she could reach the spaceport.
"So, uh, not that I mind, but..." She
was yelling back at him as she piloting her far inferior choice of
stolen speeder at its maximum speed. "...I think we're causing
collateral damage here!" She used her free hand to brush the blood that
was pooling on her face from being cut by the duracrete, before cutting
down a side alley away from the spaceport. Perhaps she knew that there
would be too many open spaces where he could fully utilize his superior
vehicle on the way to the spaceport. The way to the nearest exit to the
desert, however, was far more labyrinthine, and would disguise the
weaknesses of her mode of transport.
<Click>"You are more than welcome to
surrender!"<Click> he yelled at her, as he slammed into a hapless Duro
woman and sent her reeling to the ground, which nearly slowed him for a
short while. For a moment he considered taking the direct route to the
spaceport, but he did not want to take a chance losing her, and finally
turned to follow her down the alleyway. His right hand moved to his side
and he pulled up at the DT-57 and he began firing poorly aimed shots at
her speeder as they maneuvered through the back alleys of Bestine.
"I'm starting to get the feeling that
you're actually trying to kill me." After a near miss put a nasty scorch
mark on the rear of her speeder, she made an almost 90 degree turn and
went full bore, making a makeshift ramp out of a ramshackle structure
used as a street merchant's jewelry shop. The speeder launched itself
through the air and barely managed to breech the wall of the city,
getting one of its two rear maneuvering vanes snapped off in the
process. She was in the desert now, not at all a place to be with a
bounty hunter hot on your heels.
The Nerf Herder was not prepared for the
sharp turn she made and he went right past the alley she turned down. It
took him a moment to back up and make the same turn down the alley as
her, but he decided not to jump the ramp the same as she did. She was
making it far too difficult, but a smile nevertheless found its way onto
his lips, as he lowered his frame on the vehicle and increased the
throttle as he sped out over the sandy, rocky terrain and followed her
into the desert.
Her own speeder was not doing as well to
say the least. It was not designed for evading capture by a relentless
bounty hunter. Valeria set out for the nearest and most visible rock
formation in the desert, apparently hoping to lose her pursuer there.
She could be seen trying to fiddle with the controls in order to
activate the autopilot sequence, leading to hilarity when she found that
the bike didn't even have one. Drawing one of her two pistols, she would
turn back and fire pot shots at the hunter's bike, trying to discourage
He was determined to capture his pray,
and when the blaster fire began heading in his direction he evaded first
to the right, and then to the left, each maneuver causing him to lose
speed and her to move further away from him. <Click>"There's no where to
go!"<Click> he yelled defiantly, as he turned to move away from a
boulder. As they began to move into the hills far away from Bestine the
speeder became less effective at pursuit as it was designed for more
If his was struggling, however, her's
was flat out dying. Not only had the speeder started in rough condition,
it had since taken blaster shots and lost maneuverability. Following a
quick drop that overloaded the speeder's repulsors, Valeria was just
able to throw herself from the vehicle in time before it hit a boulder
and exploded in a fireball that managed to singe her jacket and put a
serious crimp on her outfit. Her shoulder slammed into the hard ground
at approximately 40 kilometers per hour. She really would have preferred
that were sand. "Now I'm almost sure of it. You really are trying
to...kill me." She scrambled to her feet and managed to stagger to cover
as the debris finished raining down from overhead.
The Nerf Herder brought his speeder to a
halt as he saw her speeder explode, and turned so that it's profile
would be facing her cover. He climbed from the speeder and got on the
opposite side of it, and used it for cover as he held his heavy blaster
pistol upon it as a firing platform. <Click>"Let's you and me take a
ride and get this straightened out..."<Click> he said as he fired off a
pair of haphazard shots at her boulder to keep her attention focused.
"I'm thinking you might be after the
wrong girl ... as I said, everybody loves me." She darted out from
behind the boulder just long enough to fire a couple of shots with her
left hand. Her other blaster remained holstered, perhaps on account of a
shoulder injury. Then she was behind another boulder. Just trying to
keep him honest, so to speak.
The blaster bolts slammed into his
speeder, and although he did not realize it at the time, it had been
thoroughly disabled. <Click>"Well I can assure you that I have met at
least one person who doesn't love you!"<Click> he yelled at her, as he
came up from behind the speeder and began wildly charging towards the
bolder. He would attempt to vault it in a less than athletic move and
land upon her if at all possible. He was counting on his superior size
to dominate a physical confrontation between the two.
He nearly did land on her, after all.
She barely rolled into the sand in time to avoid him and the weight of
his armor pinning her. Still, she was soon on her feet and dropping into
what a very knowledgeable individual would be able to identify as the
Echani martial art form. Quick, graceful and complimented by acrobatics,
it fit the capabilities of her body well ... or at least it would have
if she weren't already injured from a series of unfortunate events. She
stood ready to face him or draw down if necessary, breathing hard in the
light of Tatooine's desert. "I don't...really...like killing people, if
I can avoid it."
<Click>"Don't worry. You couldn't kill
me even if you wanted..."<Click> the Nerf Heder said confidently as his
left hand went to the cryoban grenade that was clipped to the left side
of his arm. He primed the grenade and then leapt towards her, attempting
to detonate the grenade upon impact with her. If his crazy stunt pulled
off they would literally be frozen together. He was getting quite
frustrated with the game of cat and mouse in the desert.
There was just not dodging a grenade at
such close quarters. When it detonated, they were frozen together in the
process, a look of surprise on Valeria's face ... and a smiled as she
spoke through chattering teeth. "Y-you use grenades like I do ... no
h-h-hesitation." Of course, nearly all of her body was pretty much
frozen in place. If there was any disappointment on her face, it was
because she hadn't gotten the chance to engage in close combat with him.
"K-kinda makes me wish I'd...brought some to the bar. Would've...been in
poor t-taste, though."
Beneath his armorweave was a climate
controlled body glove that kept him quite comfortable, despite the
freezing temperature of the CryoBan that had snared them. <Click>"Well
... it seems we're going to be stuck here for a while."<Click> he said,
wondering if perhaps he had acted a bit too foolishly. He did not expect
the CryoBan to hold up that long under the hot twin suns of Tatooine,
however. <Click>"You want to tell me your side of what happened with
Staark?"<Click> he asked, realizing they had some time to kill, and
still wanting to learn the full story of why he had been called in to
apprehend this young woman.
Climate control was pretty much the only
purpose of the Karflo Thinsuit ... that and pressurization ... but it
didn't work as well when one had their face exposed. "C-couldn't kill
you if I tried, huh?" She laughed loudly, before wincing and letting out
a sharp "Ow," probably from aggravating her shoulder injury. "That guy.
Can you believe the nerve? I do what he wants and he sends a tin soldier
after me." She flicked out a pink tongue and licked at the ice that was
still frozen around her chin. "Now if we just had some flavor packs for
the ice and maybe a beach, this would be a nice day."
The Nerf Herder liked her personality
and beneath his helmet a wide smile had formed upon his Alderaanian
visage. <Click>"We have the sand ... and in short time this CryoBan will
liquefy..."<Click> he was quick to point out as already there was
beginning to be a large amount of condensation upon the frozen
substance. <Click>"...but there has to be more to the story than
that..."<Click> he said, not entirely believe that it was just a simple
misunderstanding between a crime lord and a charismatic mercenary.
"I've been known to be a little
bit less than gentle on other people's things." She rocked her head from
side to side, trying to break out of the ice that small amount sooner
than she would have otherwise. "In this case that means an Action IV
bulk transport Staark's chief competitor had recently pirated off him,
along with its shipment." Her fingers were started to wiggle beneath the
ice as well, gradually getting their motion back. Her hair remained
soaking wet, their moisture doing little to change the color of her
waist length, gold striped red hair.
<Click>"So eager to get away from
me?"<Click> the Nerf Herder asked, as he felt the CryoBan around him
began to grow more flexible as well. They would be out of it soon ...
and then the chase would resume. <Click>"You know ... there's 25,000
credits on you ... if it's not me, it'll just be someone else."<Click>
he reported grimly, as he swallowed deeply in a way that caused the
collar of his suit of armorweave to bulge visibly.
"I doubt it." Her fingers continued to
wriggle, as she slowly gained more and more control over her body. It
was not happening as fast as she would like it to, unfortunately.
"Before long he'll realize how much he misses me and rescind the bounty.
Anyways..." She continued talking as her eyes veered towards her
currently exposed right wrist ... her jacket had been somewhat torn to
shreds ... and to the damage comlink resting upon it. It still wasn't
after that shrapnel damage, unfortunately. "...I stole the transport
back, and this is the thanks I get? What an insult." Then, almost as an
afterthought, she blinked. "Oh, and I guess I piloted that bulk
transport into his rival's HQ, but you'd figure that would be another
mark in my favor, right?"
The Nerf Herder could not believe
what he was hearing. His eyes blinked several times and he wondered if
he had heard her correctly. <Click>"You piloted a bulk transport into
someone's HQ?"<Click> he asked, unable to accept that the diminutive
pink skinned humanoid could have been capable of all that. Perhaps he
had underestimated her too quickly, he thought to himself. He began
considering his next moves carefully as he could begin to hear the
CryoBan begin to crack. He was running short on time to formulate a
"Now, to be fair, I'm not one hundred
percent sure that was what I intended to do. I've mostly flown small
transports and fighters, aside from that one time I found myself at the
helm of a Mon Cal cruise ship ... uh, long story there." She clenched
one of her hands into a fist, freeing one arm down to the wrist.
"Anyways, the transport exploded and all present got to see a pretty
cloud of spice. A fun time was had by all...except maybe everyone in the
factory and adjacent buildings."
He could not bring himself to pluck such
a delicate flower and deliver her to that fiend Staark. <Click>"You know
... I have a reputation to protect..."<Click> he began, as he freed
himself from the CryoBan. He had come to enjoy being frozen to her, but
after a while it seemed slightly ridiculous. As he stood back up, he
looked down at her and offered a strong arm to help her up. <Click>"I
don't like Feeorin anyway. I'll tell him you headed into Hutt Space. Not
where I operate..."<Click> he informed her, as his mind wandered towards
a return to trip to Alderaan and a nice long soak in a hot tub on his
balcony. He hated sand and he felt utterly filthy at this moment.
"Like I said." She accepted his help
standing up, using her left arm to do so. The cuts on her face from
where the duracrete shrapnel had bled her seemed to already have healed.
Maybe she hadn't been cut so bad in the first place. "Everybody loves
me." She shook her head as her hair dislodged some of the last of the
moisture from it. Apparently she didn't have anything resembling a bad
hair day. "But you do change your mind awfully fast."
<Click>"Credits don't interest
me,"<Click> the Nerd Heder explained slowly, as he bent down slightly so
that his helmet covered head would be at the same level as her head. His
left hand raised to his helmet and tapped at it repeatedly, indicating
what he was looking for. He could not help but laugh slightly from
beneath his helmet as he considered the day he had with her. Well worth
25,000 credits, he thought to himself as he wondered how long it would
take him to get back to the spaceport.
"Oh yeah, don't worry about me. Though
at times like this I wish I had an ankle flask." She retrieved a small
metal instrument from her gun belt and began to poke at her comlink.
Valeria would try to repair it, and from there summon her ship to come
on pick her up. As she watched him walk off into the distance she would
sit down on a nearby boulder.