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"Oh, she's got a name. a good one too. I might care to tell you some time."
Cale said as he laid eyes on his downed fighter. It pained him to see her like this, but he kept that part hidden. she'd be flying soon enough.
He nodded to Kaitee.
"Ok Corporal. get on the horn to your buddies in the sky and tell them what I told you. In addition, tell them that the ship was discovered by a pair of mercenaries. That would be us. and make sure they don't shoot us will you?"
"Roger Roger sir."
The droid was silent for a few moments as it relayed data to the ships overhead.
Kaitee then turned its head towards the organics. "Sir. a standard imperial drop ship and salvage droids will be deployed within four hours. I am to make sure that no one tampers with the wreck until then."
"Figures. always have to make us wait." he muttered iritably.

Novara stood at the bridge helm looking over specs on his new ship when a transmition came in.

" Commander Novara. Greatings. I am sorry to inform you that your reinforcements have been denied. Our forces are busy fighting other problems. What is it you need them for any way? "

" ......Nothing. The problem has been ....Taken care of. "

" As you wish. Drem out. "

"You know," she slid her hand from his arm to his shoulder, "if you lived your life a certain way, you wouldn't have to /be/ in these situations." She smiled, the intentions behind the gesture vague. "Come on... who are you?"

She narrowed her eyes, anger flashing very briefly, but she nodded. "I am the Serpent. A...bounty hunter from Ryloth, though since then I've been a special forces member and a personal minion..." Her chin lowered slightly, as she looked sad for a moment. "Now you."

She nodded. "I was to be put to death, yes, but I escaped..." With a tone of recognition she cocked her head, shrugging off a lekku. "Ah, you're Cale Darksun... I have heard of you... bounties on you from time to time... little things. I only ever bothered with the big jobs, the jobs no one else would come back from. The jobs where I could kill the most."

She stared at her hands again, blankly, and an outsider could only imagine what she saw.

She looked at him sadly. "Of course. I can't help myself though. I was essentially raised as a weapon, to kill, to love blood. Some imbue their weapons with morals and standards, so they can be weilded properly... although those who forged me were not amateurs in the ways of combat and murder, they knew nothing of discipline. And so, I am a blade with a lust for blood."

She stared ahead, sat down, and hung her head. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said all that."

She smiled up at him, the first pure, warm smile she'd given in decades. "I have tried, Cale. But when I try to change who I am, something comes up, and the instinct to kill returns..." she looked away, "I need to get away from all this, the death. It feeds my instincts, makes them more intense. But wherever I go, death follows."

She nodded. "I hear Dantooine is nice. Quiet. Beautiful." She grinned slightly, retrieving her composure. "How about you? What do you really want? Why are you an outlaw?"