When the light inside has died

[Arco Skirith]

Arco moved through the streets crowded with refugees of varying degree. Some he noticed were lucky enough to have possessions they might barter away or sell to make that they stayed fed and sheltered. Others though weren't so lucky and lived little better than vermin snatching at whatever scraps they could find.The fact that the Neimoidians took every advantage to take what little the refugees had was just something he had come to accept as a rule of the universe, the strong controlled the week. If the refugees had any resolve, they would stand up to the overly expensive prices being placed on things and pay fair prices or take what they needed if that was not to pass. But he was somewhat understanding in a way. It had taken a incident so heinous in the face of his old life to wake him up to the reality he now saw. Yes he was now thought of as a no more than a thing to be destroyed by the Jekore, but the truth was like a neon sign to him now.

The path of light as taught by the Jekore order wasn't enough if you wanted to do more than just survive in the universe as a whole. Even the members of the order he knew that thought to convert or eliminate all the force-sensitives held back to far from the edge. Arco though hadn't sought that proverbial as much as it had been forced upon him first by those who he had once to think of as kin and then by strangers who let him see the animal side hidden within even the meekest of people. Certain faction of his race genetically created subspecies to do work they didn't want to dirty their precious claws with and then treated their creations like discarded trash. That thought alone raised the anger and hatred in his heart as he knew one day he would bring a suffering to that world of Arkania. Yes, he a product of their subspecies would see the pure kneel and beg as they made others do before them. But that was something to be years in the making and for now he had other things he needed to do.

Thanks to his force cloak, Arco was able to easily slip in past the security droids the Neimoidains thought to so useful. Granted though, he could have slipped past them by remote slicing their software instead of using the force. But his cloak let him slip by living beings as well as droids that the mind trick didn't work on and today he really needed to get as much of this done without being noticed. Not only did it involve a great sum of money for his part, but it also made his job more difficult if he had to start killing people just for getting in his way. Another thing he kept in mind was that no matter how reserved he thought his former order to be, the fact they had to have sent hunters out for him by now didn't require him to be able to read the future via the force. He was an abomination in the eyes of the Jekore order now and his existence alone hurt their position in the view of others. If it became public knowledge that a member of the order had fallen as he had it would spell trouble for those who portrayed the order as one of peace and balance. As it was the explanation he had heard for the way he killed those people had changed from a force user to someone with a energy grenade of some kind attempting to discredit the order.

The thought of the spin doctors had gone through made him smirk as he passed another set of droid sentries. Now Arco was able to see prize he sought at the end of the hall. To almost anyone else they would see but a closed door before them. However he saw the opening to a treasure chest of data worth millions of credits if sold to the right buyer. Carefully now he moved along the hall watchful for any added security features he had missed turning off when he sliced the building security system. Arco had found that part of the job surprisingly easy and wondered what changes would come about after his visit here. Once he was at the door though, he stopped and gave the electronic lock pad a look of respect as he was glad to see that they had thought of some heavy duty protection somewhere. Arco pulled out his comp-pad then and connected a wire between the two as he checked the time. With only about an hour left before the loops he put in the holo-security were noticed, he quickly sliced the lock pad and entered the chilled room.

As soon as he was in, Arco moved quickly from terminal to terminal to copy all the data he could. The files he was collecting contained banking records, property holdings, file security codes and much more for some of the more wealthier citizens of the planet. His employer, another Neimoidain was paying him handsomely to steal this data so ti could most likely be used for blackmail of some kind. In truth Arco didn't care what it was used for as long as he got payed and no questions were asked. Also the personal copy of the information he kept he would sell to other buyers off world to add to the money he got from the Neimoidain. All in all he was looking at a good haul as he finished copying the last of the data. A sweep through the system marked any and all signs he had ever been there or that any copies had been made. Now as he slid back out into the hall and past all the sentries once more with only minutes to spare, Arco smiled widely while flipping a datat chip across the back of his fingers.

The smile was gone though once he melted back into the crowd and made his way to the the meeting point at a private section of the space port. Wary of a double cross on principle alone, Arco waited under his cloak for several minutes before a well dressed Neimoidain appeared flanked by rather large bodyguards. He dropped his force cloak then and felt satisfied at how the Neimoidain jumped. The bodyguards to their credit only let their hands drift down to where their weapons hung in hip holsters. Arco held up the case of data chip and said.

"I got that you want...wheres my money."

Now Arco knew he didn't appear to be a intimidating person, but since his change he had noticed that others gave him more space and were less likely to hassle him once he fixed his gaze on them. In this situation it proved useful as he saw one bodyguard look to the other as if seeking reassurance of some kind. But it was the wandering eyes of the Neimoidain that interested him more when they shifted slightly to look at places one could hide a sniper if one sought to short change a deal. With a curse, Arco moved a mere second before a energy discharge meant to take his head off singed his hair. From their Arco was a man of constant motion while he drew his guard shotos and ignited the red energy blades. He was sure that the body guards had seen lightsabers before, but the look in their eyes told him that the design he use was something new to hem. Arco didn't let that change his mind about killing them though when one drew a force pike and the other a blaster pistol

By now the anger that sat in his heart had shifted to focus on this creature that thought to use him and betray him and the fools that served the creature. In a series of moves that most dancers would envy, Arco dueled the brute wielding the force pike. The man had some skill which would have impressed some, but not Arco as he blocked the force pike with the left guard shoto only to kill the man by cutting him from stomach to right thigh. Next came the bodyguard with the blaster pistol who thought to get in a lucky shot. What he didn't take into account was that Arco no longer feared death. In what appeared to be a suicidal charge, Arco dove into the blaster fire using both of his guard shotos to deflect the shots away from him until he was close enough to drive the blades of both weapons into the man's chest.

Something in the back of his mind though alerted him that something was wrong and that was when he remembered the sniper. What bothered him though was the lack of shots from the hidden shooter. Arco got his answer though once the shoots came at him from a different direction. The sniper had opted out for a more secure spot to fire from and having the high ground limited what Arco could do to him. By now though the rage and anger within him was almost overwhelming and that gave him an idea. Arco shut eyes for but a moment as he used the strong negative emotions within himself to draw energy from the force and felt it building in his body. Once he felt he had enough energy, he made his move. The destructive energy that flowed from through his arms and out his hands rippled across the empty air before hitting the crates the sniper was using for cover. Upon impact the crates were sent flying and the sniper died screaming as the energy that hit him instantly vaporized the parts of his body it contacted.

With that though, Arco felt a weariness come over him and knew he had to get out here before security showed up. But he wasn't leaving before he got his money and found the neimoidain cowering in a corner. Simply holding his hand out to the man, Arco didn't have to say anything as a shaking hand put a credit stick in his hand. As a reward for being so cooperative, he killed the neimoidain quickly and cleanly. Then just as quickly as everything had happened, Arco was gone from the space port and under force concealment making him appear to be just another being ignorant of the presence of the force around them as he head to the find a good stiff drink.

[Riika Sayanti]

Watching from the rooftops Riiki knew only one thing, this kid could fight. Not only that, but the kid had pulled weapons she had only heard of in rumours. Usually people didn't go around whipping out lightsabers, not unless they wanted their hands blown off. Lightsabers were useless pieces of junk, hard to maintain and nobody had a goddamn clue where you went about getting one.

The fact this kid had the balls to use two? Yeah, he was something alright...

So, why had Riika come to be in this place, crouched on a rooftop watching as a solitary figure ripped through trained guards, a sniper and then some slimey Neimoidain? Well, there was a simple answer to that. She'd followed the whole bloody lot of them. You didn't stand by and watch a shady businessman with two guards prowl the streets of Cato Neimoidia without taking a little interest. Not if you were a normal person. So, whilst people took a little interest, Riika found herself hooked on the party. She wasn't going to sit around and let some hussy take advantage of a situation that she could play far better than anyone.

Businessmen were like putty in her hands.

When she'd tracked them to a small secluded area of the space port and taken note of a sniper in position on one of the rooftops Riika had decided this was one businessman she didn't particularly want to follow just yet. She'd sit tight, ride the situation out and then see what poor sap was going to be taken in by a flutter of her eyelashes. After all, they were all the same, no matter where you were in the Galaxy what she was selling always sold. Little did she know, today was going to be a very interesting day of selling indeed.

As boy wonder dispatched of the whole lot of them, Riika found herself oddly attracted to the situation. She had been looking to wrangle as much money as possible out of a pervy old Neiomoidian. The fact that she was now set up to get some kid with very expensive weaponry dancing to her tune was better than any amount of money she could have earned in the previous circumstances. People who cut down enemies like that? They could help a woman get things done in the galaxy. All Riika had to do was play her cards right and hope that they came up Sayanti.

It was an awful shame she was a terrible gambler.

She waited until the boy had left the scene and scurried down from the rooftop she had been perched on, she would give it a little bit then set out in the streets. A good idea of what the kid looked like and a general direction was all she needed. Riika didn't lose track of her targets, not once she first set eyes on them. For she had the ability to feel out emotions, and this kid in particular was throwing off very distinct emotions. To lose him now would be a hilariously unrealistic turn of events.

Was she crazy for following someone who she had just watched vaporize a man? Probably... did she care?

"Maybe tomorrow..." Riika muttered to herself, a smile dancing across her face beneath her many wraps and mask.

She trod onwards after the man, looking all the part of just another traveller in the streets of Cato Neimoidia. She was hoping that his eyes were set on somewhere public, nice and populated. If he ended up in a private place...well, it'd be much harder for her to dance her dance then.

[Arco Skirith]

Arco had learned that things like paranoia, fear, and a little bit of worrying were survival traits developed by most sentient being. His training in the order had taught him to move past them though and not to fear death or what lay beyond that. But as he moved through the crowd the paranoid feeling that abounded in his mind served as a warning. He knew he was being followed and the only question was who would be foolish enough to follow him. The fact that the feeling had started almost immediately after leaving the space dock had him wondering though if he had an audience for his execution of the neimoidian. If that was the case, Arco then needed to at least speak to this person to see if they reported what they saw to anyone. What bothered him the most though was that he got sloppy and not noticed whether of not anyone was watching at the time.

To test the person tailing him, Arco made slight but sufficient movements in the crowd to make the person following him work for it. While he may be stuck in the position of mouse for the moment in this little game, he would show that this mouse was more a rat that fought back when cornered. Arco turned down a another crowded street then and picked up his pace ever so slightly. Yet he made sure to keep himself visible to his follower so that whoever it was thought him still unaware as he ran his options through his mind. The idea of cornering his prey and pressing the information out of he or she brought a cruel smile to his face which he quickly dismissed. No, that would most likely draw a scene he wanted to avoid and at best end up with the person dead before he got his answers.

An idea came to mind then as he saw a less than reputable dive known for serving the lower class neimoidians and refugees looking to waste what little money they had on spirits with intent to drink away their sorrow. Arco turned into the gloomy bar then and as soon as he was in, he called upon the force to cloak himself. The few patrons that took a second or two to look up from their drinks had to blink a few times after simply seeing him simply vanish. Most though he was sure convinced themselves they were just seeing things as most being rationalized something they didn't have an explanation for. But now that he was in and cloaked he could care less what a bunch of drunks were thinking. Instead he moved to one of the corner and watched the door.

Arco pulled his blaster pistol out and gave it a once over to make sure it was loaded and charged before placing it back in the holster which was left open for the quick draw if it came to that. While resorting to blaster fire may pail in comparison using the force in a fight, Arco could barely cloak himself at the moment much less call up lightning after his previous fight. So instead it fell to being sneaky and seeing just who was playing his tail. Maybe, just maybe he might let the person live long enough to fully understand the definition of pain before Arco let him or her die. In a way he being generous that way by sharing the full understanding of a sensation so few truly understood.

[Riika Sayanti]

Her target was edging through the crowd erratically. Weaving this way and that, putting more and more people between her and him. Did he know she was following? If so, how? She had been stealthy enough, she wasn't too close...could it be that he could sense her just as she could him? That feeling of rage that she had felt explode from within him, so very distinctive in a place with much more neutral emotions on all sides. It had ebbed now of course, but she could still remember the feel.

So what now, was he sensing, if he could?

Pushing the thought aside Riika picked up her pace, eager not to lose the man as she couldn't follow the ghost of an emotion. The area was too crowded for her to pick him out based on similar feels, too crowded for her to worry much about him discovering that she was following him. Besides, if he could sense her, he knew already. All that mattered was where they went now, what they done. Crowded was better, hopefully the man went to a Cantina.

Through a few more people, down a busy street and the man entered a rather dingy looking cantina. She wasn't well-versed in the ways of this planet and as such knew nothing about the place, though all Neimoidian dives were the same to her...full of the creepy little bug-eyed freaks. Into the building she dove, not a single fear in her mind. These places didn't bother her, she could read the emotions of men like others read datapads, she thrived in places such as this. So many eager eyes, roving, so many lustful emotions. The people would dance to her tune.

Upon entering however, Riika found that the man she had been following was nowhere in sight, or at least, if he was he had quickly changed his attire and body shape.

"Dantoonian Whiskey" she grunted at the Neimoidian behind the bar, the mask and wraps making her gender impossible to tell.

If her little friend was in here, she was going to keep her trick card well up her sleeve. Let everyone think she was a man, right until she was ready to reveal. Then the dance would begin...

"Good stuff." she croaked after gulping down some of the whiskey through a gap in the coverings.

With credits passing hands and a short walk across the room Riika settled herself at an empty table. She could feel the hot breath of the whiskey spreading through her body, it really was good stuff. There was something about dingy little places like this that Riika liked, other than the plethora of scum she could con that was. She was however being accosted by a sense of failure, had she lost the man she had been following? She really felt as if that could have led somewhere...

[Arco Skirith]

The minutes felt like hours to Arco as he waited to see if his shadow was willing to follow him in here. Now it wasn't like he could do the whole jekore mind reading that some could, but having spent enough time among those of less than honorable types had given him a good sense of when an outsider stepped in among their mist. So when the next person stepped in and received many gazes that spoke of mistrust, Arco added that to the timing of the persons entry and fingered him or her as his shadow. But to spring to soon would spoil the nature of the hunt that had been started even if the roles of hunter and hunted had shifted. So silently he watched as his mystery shadow cleverly scanned the room most likely looking for him before he saw her move up to the bar. At this point he was pretty sure it was a woman simply by watching the sway of the hips that most males of the humanoid species in the universe could never copy without practice.

Arco let her order her drink and watched as she managed drinking it without disturbing her disguise. It was a good trick for one who wished keep others guessing about who or what you were. But as he moved quietly towards the bar itself to get a closer look, he held little doubt that she held a trick or two hidden away. After all, anyone crazy enough to shadow a man into a little cantina where the people inside were just as likely to kill you as the person you were shadowing might needed a trick or two available to walk out of there alive. Once he reached the bar, Arco positioned himself so that he was close enough to smell the whiskey she had just drank. Her mask as she wore it blocked him from making much of what she looked like even from this distance. A grin briefly appeared on his face as that left him with but one other option to get his answers...it was time to talk to her.

He revised his plan in one way before removing his force cloak by pulling out one of his guard shotos. If she was prepared like most that walked in dangerous circles, a blaster would do little more than scorch the armor she was hiding. Arco settled himself then so that the lethal end of the weapon was positioned in a way that would kill her before she could make any kind of move one way or the other other. Then with a quick thought he dispelled the force cloak around him as he met her eyes so she could see just who she wanted to follow.

"A smart woman like you knows that if you twitch in anyway I don't like I will kill you without blinking. So the way this begins is you remove the wrappings from your face so I can see who else I may have to kill today."

Then with a quick shift of his eyes down to the guard shoto and then back up to meet hers again, Arco added.

"I am also sure that you know to keep your hands above the counter at all times."

[Riika Sayanti]

Riika stood solid as ever as a man appeared in thin air infront of her, the same man who she had followed to this very place. Appearing out of thin air in a bar was a ballsy move, she had to admit. It wasn't quite as ballsy however as appearing out of thin air in a bar, proclaiming someone they could see no more of than they could a Wookiees testicles a woman and giving a little lecture on how to be smart.

Oh, and then threatening the person. Yes, with death.

She might have jerked at his appearance, she might have jumped, widened her eyes, screamed, yelled, anything...if only Riika were an amateur. She had seen a thousand little parlour tricks in her time, had stepped over the stiff bodies of those who decided they were too "cool" to behave like normal people. If this guy was planning to kill her here, then poof in and out of existence like a little street performer...well, he was going to end up with a lot more problems on his hands.

"Varies by person." Riika replied to the comment about hands being above the table. He could read into that however he wanted.

One thing that puzzled her about the man, more than his blatant disregard for keeping a low profile, was the fact that he somehow knew she was a woman. It was quite an impressive feat, considering she had practiced her masculine walk for many years now, along with wrapping up enough that even had she pranced into the area as seductively as possible...well, you wouldn't be able to make it out in a galaxy filled with all sorts of strange gaits and walks. So how did her little mind-reader figure that out?

"What makes you think I'm a woman?" she asked, not yet bothering to take off the wrappings. "And it strikes me that a smart man might think it better to avoid popping into existence only to kill someone and be off again." she tutted after this, shaking her head slightly. "Every being in the bar knows your face now, you don't pop in like that without being remembered."

He might be something when it came to killing, but this guy had a long way to go if he was planning to impress anyone with his subtlety anytime soon.

"The interesting thing about Cato Neimoidia is that the Neimoidians don't take very kindly to people disturbing their peace. Oh, you'll get away with what you done in that little quiet place back there...but in a crowded bar? Too hard to hide that I'm afraid. Especially if you use such an... exotic ...weapon..." she drew out the word exotic, making it clear that she knew exactly what the man was stashing. "I hear they pay well for those, you'll get a lot of interest from bounty hunters for that alone..."

How would he handle that? This little psychic sex detector with his little glowtoy. Sure, he might kill her, but everyone died sometime and knowing the mountain of shit this man would be dropping on himself by doing so would ensure she died with a smile on her face.

[Arco Skirith]

To say that the reaction he got wasn't what Arco expected to get would have been an understatement, but in a way it was just as refreshing to find someone who faced possible death as if it was a minor thing. The way she acted also reinforced in his mind that some prey once cornered became more dangerous than one thought them to be. That thought only made him more curious though as to how dangerous she was and if she would be able to hang with him when the heat on him got to be like a sun. After all at last count he knew the Jekore sought his death, but more than that as Singwa he had stolen from both the Core Remnant and the Confederacy both. So with that in mind he could only laugh as she mentioned bounty hunter.

However, that didn't change the fact that in her words laid a direct threat which most other people would have died for the second they uttered them. Something inside the back of his mind though held his finger from activating the energy blade of his weapon. Call it the force within him sensing a kindred soul or even just a good hunch that by killing her he would be eliminating someone who might make life interesting for a time. So with that in mind, Arco let a wicked grin show for a moment on his face before it was gone again as he said.

"What a precious thing you are...most people face their end and beg for their lives. Yet you would issue threats against your would-be killer. in a way I can respect that in you, but that only answers a few questions I had meant to ask you. However there are still answers I seek and no matter the threats made I will have answers."

In an ease of motions then, Arco holstered his guard shoto and stepped back a step from her. He met her eyes once more then and gave her a slight nod before adding.

"But answers can be retrieved in so many different kind of ways. Some more pleasant than others even if not as exciting. So I tell you this before you step into a void you do not understand...I am not the mouse to threaten with a cat. But if you wish to dive down deeper into the darkness you have stepped in, then follow a few more steps and maybe...just maybe you might be willing to venture into the night after this night."

Arco's anger had cooled to a cold rage by now that he contained back with in himself as he turned away from her and moved to one of the far corners of the cantina. Like a hunter baiting a trap he was sure she would follow if for the curiosity he presented if nothing else.

[Riika Sayanti]

Were she not Riika, who was eternally out for something, a wicked little grin like that accompanied by calling her a "precious" thing may have just been grounds for offence. Precious, pfah! This chump didn't have any idea just what he was dealing with here, that much was painfully obvious. The more he went on, the more Riika came to see that he had a very big opinion of himself, no doubt brought on and amplified by the fact he could waltz around chopping down whoever he wanted and talking smack and nobody had the balls to talk back to him.

Well, she'd have to deal with that.

"Oh...?" Riika asked, cocking an eyebrow. "What kind of answers could a man like you be after I wonder..."

The truth was, she did wonder. She'd seen him, she'd known nothing about him nor his targets...what could he possibly want from her? Was he looking for some kind of hidden knowledge, some stash of secrets that Riika was apparently hiding somewhere? She could hardly resist the urge to start padding around her clothing, as if she were trying to uncover these bundles and thus deliver them to this very mysterious man...her would-be killer.

A fancy little swish and his weapon was gone, hidden back wherever he kept his little bundles of secrets stashed. It was a thought that was accompanied by Riika's eyes glancing suddenly to a little bundle most men had, before she caught herself and found herself dreadfully thankful of the coverings on her face. She might have a grand scheme in mind with the guy, but it was no good to lay your entire hand bare this early in the game. You had to suck your opponent in wholly, then spring such a trap that they had no hope of escaping unless you permitted it.

That was how Riika played.

When her new friend began to talk again, Riika found her eyebrow raising once more. He was whooshing off on some extremely poetic vomit that from the sounds of it, he had been practicing in his bathroom mirror. Answers could be retrieved in so many different kinds of ways! Had Riika been any less guarded, she may have giggled out loud at that. The images that conjured in her head probably weren't quite the same as what her dark little friend might be thinking. In fact, Riika was willing to bet on that being a fact.

That wasn't the best though, not by far. In fact, he then went on to drive himself into entirely new territories when it came to stroking one's own ego. Such instant classics as "I am not the mouse to threaten with a cat" and "if you wish to dive down deeper into the darkness" really pushed Riika's ability to keep herself from exploding. If he kept going, she'd either be rolling on the floor or reaching out to tweak his cheek like a grandmother and her cute little grandson. He probably wouldn't appreciate that, this man she was going to venture into the night with.

With his words finished, Riika felt a dip in his emotions as he made his way into a corner of the room. There were two reasons Riika usually got led into corners in Cantinas, one of them was fun and pleasurable, the other usually involved her having to show some poor sod that she wasn't entirely defenceless.

She wondered which this would be, as she stalked across the room after him.

"I have to admit, I wonder why we have brought ourselves to this little corner." Riika said, standing near the man. "I assure you, no matter what we decide to do with each other here, I am a very loud screamer..."

He'd have to be completely crazy to think about attacking her here, the cantina was packed...he'd never be able to get out without slaughtering half the bar and, well, competent as he was it was unlikely he'd evade detection or capture for long. They weren't on some little backwater where murder was easy to get off with.

Then again...he had killed already this night.

[Arco Skirith]

Arco had found over his short time alive that women were a complicated creature no matter what species they hailed from. This particular one didn't let him down in his thinking of that. But the only thing in the universe he found that he liked complicated was computer codes that eventually one could decipher in time. He had yet to find a way to decipher women when they played their games and that left him on constant guard around this. It wasn't as if he expected an attack from her, but not attacks had to be physical in nature. The hardest attacks to avoid were those mentally and emotionally based that others flung at people. Some could even wield such a weapon more deadlier than any weapon made of steel or bone.

To use a weapon like that on him though brought a cruel thought to his mind. Anyone willing to play mind games with one they knew to be a proven killer had to be worth their weight in trouble. But trouble he had by the bucket loads already and in the grand scheme of things what was another handful thrown in when it might come with some entertainment.

"You have already answered several questions for me already. The most important one being what you saw and whether or not you needed to die for it. Now I must say before you let your confidence soar to high, killing you and everyone in here is nothing I would blink twice about. Nor would the record of it exist for long as my employer is extremely skilled at making information disappear or appear as needed. That is not to say killing you would be easy, but more that once It was over I would walk away unseen and then quickly be forgotten."

Arco's voice as he spoke was kept low and measured with no tone of open threat to it. Instead he wanted to simply be shown the facts he was stating and let her decide things from there.

"Another thing to consider is the type of people who would have a functional weapon such as I do. I am sure one such as yourself is well aware of the limited access to my exotic weapon as you called it. I would ask you to consider all of that when you look at me. But posturing is tiresome and I dislike proving who has the bigger blaster...it often leads to messes that need be cleaned up."

As much as he hated to admit it, Arco was mildly interested this brazen creature and the diversion she had the potential to offer. After all it wasn't often he met someone who thought they could play him like a instrument. If she was half as entertaining following this feeling out process then he might have to adjust his life to include one more into it at least on a partial level until he knew he could trust her enough to be able to turn his back to her without getting a vibro-knife in it. Leaning forward just a bit, Arco gave her a slight smile as he added.

"And if you wish to scream, I would most definitely pick a location other than this place to get that response."

[Riika Sayanti]

So, the big boy was going to kill everyone in here along with her with nary a thought to the consequences such an event might bring upon him. There were two possible conclusions one could draw from this of course, one being, the boy was completely goddamn retarded and had just been let loose from some kind of loony bin for the gifted...or, he was just that good. It was a tough one for Riika, on one hand she imagined that anyone that good probably wouldn't be much of a bragger, in any case it was usually the biggest mouth that wet their pants first.

The talk of his employer too was intriguing to her, as any employer willing to hire a loose cannon such as this one was, well, prime material for a little Riika magic. In fact, were she not so interested in prodding holes in this one a little longer she might just have shoved him aside and went off to find this employer. Still, bragging the boy was, it would take a very big employer to make a slaughter such as an entire cantina by a glowstick wielding man disappear. All it would take was one passer-by to notice and the news would spread like a nasty Bothan STD.

"Oh, we're in no debate over who has the biggest blaster here. I assure you." Riika replied, meaning every word. "I'm only wondering if you realise the boy with the biggest blaster often ends up sticking it out too far and then..." she snapped her teeth shut at this, letting the action speak for her.

Simple fact was, if the kid started flashing his little glowstick around, cutting down entire cantinas worth of people here and there...it didn't matter a flying fuck who his fancy employer was, there was always a bigger, badder guy just waiting to put upstarts in their place. All Riika had to do was ride wave after wave of bad guy until she found herself on a credit-covered beach. It was a game she had played a thousand times over. So, whilst the boy took his time to brag to her Riika would listen like a good little girl. For now, the kid was her sole interest.

"What response would that be...?"

She had lost herself in her thoughts about his employer, the glowstick and the fact that no matter how cocky the kid was, he'd end up being bitch smacked the second he overextended. As such, Riika wasn't quite sure if the boy had caught up with her intentions with the screaming comment, or if he was expecting that she had meant to scream to garner some kind of...help from the citizens of the cantina...

Oh come now Riika, slipping up and losing track of a conversation? How beneath yourself.