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 Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 10:30 am
Nyx laughed lightly, withdrawing the file and placing it back in the cabinet from whence it had come mere minutes ago. "Don't worry, there are many more... I'll just have to find them."
She glanced back at Chole, who was again sitting. She was twirling around in the chair compulsively. She closed the file doors, promising Chole that she'd sort through them later.
She took a seat across from her Hunting partner, a quirky grin on her face.
"Do you keep track of current events?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 10:32 am
"For the most part," Chole answered evenly. "I think that you of all people would know..."
She flashed a rogueish grin at Nyx. Their partnership was equal: Nyx would find jobs, research them, and report them to Chole who, in turn, would do most of the hunting after the two divised a way to execute a plan.
She stopped twirling in the chair, scooting it closer to the small table and leaning against it. "Something big happening..?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 10:38 am
Nyx smirked, picking Chole's blaster from its hip holster and tossing it from hand to hand.
"Erm... it's more like in the process of happening, but..." The blonde cleared her throat, toying more with the weapon in her hand.
"There's rumors flying around of Jedi hunts, and that means even bigger money..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 10:42 am
Chole's face lit up. "I've never hunted a Jedi before," she mumbled, more to herself than to the room's other occupant.
She kicked off another chair-twirl, lost in her own thoughts of glory and moneymaking. A wistful, challenging look was on her face.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 10:45 am
Nyx blinked.
"So you'd rather wait and see what new Jobs come up?" she asked.
There was a silence.
"You'd like to see what jobs come up.."
More silence.
Nyx stood and headed to the computer.
"I'm going to go see if new jobs come up," she said, a grin dangling at the corners of her mouth. Chole was so predictable.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 10:51 am
"There's a good girl," Chole said, leaning back agains the cushioned chair again. She snatched her blaster back from Nyx, and brushed any and all dust that may have settled on it.
She closed one eye, examining it closer. Her hand dipped into her pocket, drawing out a pair of glasses. She whisked them onto her face, then proceeded to do tune-ups on her weapon.
Every now and then, she'd cast an idle glance over at Nyx, who was leaning over a computer screen.
Chole grinned.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 12:05 pm
Kilroy Roboto Leaned against the Wall of the Front Entrance to the Imperial Hotel. He is Tracking a Bounty on a Known Jedi Supporter that came here to his home planet to stir up trouble. Not much of a Bounty this Hunter Has other Reasons For Comeing. For One thing he hates the Jedi and all who affilaite with them, For Along time ago One Named Kana Dena took Away his little Brother, Now he will Stop at Nothing to Destroy this jedi.
The Young Corellian Jedi Lover Comes out of the Hotel and Walk two Blocks down the Street. Silently Mr. Roboto Follows him. The Corellian Walks into a Cantina but before he can truely get in, the Familiar sound of a Stun BLaster is heard from behind him. He Nods off into a deep sleep. Kilroy is excited at his first non lethal Capture. Roboto Drags the Correlian to his nearby flat for questioning. Making Sure to lock the door and to tie the correlian up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:29 pm
"Most of the Jobs have to do with patrol, and I'm not sure if we want to do patrol..." Nyx said, finally taking a seat beside Chole.
At catching Chole's rhetorical stare, she elaborated. "You know, the whole 'sit around in the cantina and watch for lightsabers' kind of thing..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:31 pm
"Which cantina?" Chole asked immediately. The thought of being paid for drinking and gambling sure made her pay attention.
Speaking of drinking... she was getting rather thirsty.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:32 pm
Nyx was silent as she flipped through papers. "Crown..." she didn't finish the name as she turned to stare at the young woman adjacent to her.
"You don't seriously want to Patrol," she said lowly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:35 pm
"I'm thinking about doing Patrol," Chole replied, humor evident on her pale features. She leaned back in her chair, re-holstering her weapon.
"It's good pay, and an excuse to get off work." She smirked, thinking of what she'd tell her manager. Excuse me, Sir? I need to go sit around and get drunk. I'm taking a week off, 'kay?
She nearly laughed out loud at the thought of who'd need to take her place. Besides, at glancing at the numbers, she'd have enough money to quit her job for two Basics.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:36 pm
Nyx groaned. "I should've known better than to assume..." she grumbled.
She fwapped the papers down in front of Chole, straddling a chair across from her. She rested her chin on her interlocked hands, resting her gaze on the other woman.
"Should I start making calls to get the details?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:38 pm
"Yep," Chole answered, barely taking any time to flip through the papers. She shoved them aside, then stood up to stretch.
"I'm going to go get a drink before my extra hours start," she said. "Do you plan on visiting me at work today?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:40 pm
Nyx retracted the packet, placing them with a number of other folders, books, and papers. "It all depends on what you're dealing.." she answered.
She straightened her armload, laying it back down on the table as she turned to a nearby mirror. She immediately began to straighten her hair and clothing, as to look presentable when she made the holovids to send out to their employer(s)-to-be.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:42 pm
"I got dibs on the Sabacc table," she replied automatically. Her face gained a dark grin. "We're playing staves."
She reached into a pocket, drawing out a 76-card deck and flipping it from one hand to the other, smiling mischeviously.
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