Hunter and the Hunter (closed for myself and HerrLuchador)

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Hunter and the Hunted (closed for myself and HerrLuchador)

Name: Tatyana or "taty"
age: 26
sex: female

description:she was about 5'9" usually wearing tight leaher pants and leather toolbelt/holster and boots. a tight fitting top. She was tough and strong, pale skin, dark hair and dark eyes. She was long and lean

Her ship was small....small holding area, sleeping quarters and a small kitchen. It fit her purpose. It was kinda beat down and she spent most of her time at the controls. She was armed but not well enough. She was a more "up in your face" kind of person. more hand to hand.

She sat at the controls waiting for a bounty to flash up at on her screen..she got a hit..very big bounty..and the computer showed her the co-ordinates of where he was last seen but that was it. She needed to know a bit more about who he was. she pushed a few buttons and relaxed a bit picking the dirt out of her nails with a very sharp blade.
"i hope this one isnt anouther lightweight like that last one." she said mumbling to herself. "maybe this one will be cute atleast. maybe something i can play with" and she laughed to herself..what could she say it was a lonely life she lead.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed Argosa sat with his feet up on the barrooom table. The cheap jukebox screen on the far wall spat out one of the countless tunes he'd heard a thousand times on a thousand other machines. He groaned and looked at the table, laden with cheap guinness cans and Extra Dry Chipotle Lime Double shot Martini bottles. He grumbled... and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his thick, shoulder length brown hair falling back as he leaned back on the chair. He re -adjusted his sun glasses and stretched...

SO here he was...

Mimas-Ninevah Port 17, on the far side of the moon... and home of one of the shittiest, and subsequently cheapest bars in the sector...

 

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Taty saw read all the information and flew to space sport 17. she pulled on a jacket and put her sun glasses on looking at the small "palm pilot" looking communicator with the picture of Coheed Argosa, a description and his bounty. She decided she'd try to the local bar before heading on her "official' search. She walked into the bar and walked up to the bar and ordered a beer and sat down.

"put it on my tab Larry"
he nodded to her and she started to drink looking around the room.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed glanced at the new woman entering the bar. Probably another burned out spacer looking to take the edge off by putting some alcohol between her and whatever nervous anxiety disorder was chasing her down the drain. He sighed and ordered up another Guiness.... and kicked back for the brain wracking task of putting another notch on his liver.

 

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Taty glanced around the room nodded a few people she knew and looked at some other people, who were not as familiar to her. She had gone to this bar enough for the regulars to know who she was and the bartender to know her name.

She saw coheed and raised an eyebrow. Was this him? Was this the guy she was supposed to get? It couldnt be that simple. She'd find out soon enough. She finnishes her beer, and orders 2 others, one for him and one for herself, after noticing his was going dry. Seeing how he would react to a free Guiness from a stranger.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed peered up at the woman with a sort of cynical 'dear god... what now?' kind of look on his face as he tried desperately to settle into the quiet comfort of mild innuebriation. This, of course, was sort of hard to do when his tolerance for liquor paralleled that of Irish Dock Workers or German/Austrailian Competitive beer drinkers... which was a shame since he really did want to pass out for a few hours.

He blinked at the woman as she set the beer down in front of him.
"I think I'm going to put a hole in my liver..." he muttered.

 

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She raised her eyebrow at him. He was drunk...very drunk. Maybe that would make it easier to lure him back to her ship. She smiled ever so sweetly at him.
"does that mean you dont want a free drink from a pretty gal?"
she said lightly. she sipped her drink looking at him. He was too big for her to carry so if he passed out she was screwed. If all else failed she could probably find him here the next day.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed sighed.
"I'll take a free drink if it can get me closer to at least buzzing..." He said, regretting more than ever now that he wasn't amid the pink haze of drunkenness. Yes, he looked drunk, probably smelled a bit drunk as well... But his mind was far from it... He stared down at his drinks and then at her.

"Of course that seems more like a pipe dream at the moment....."

 

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Was she nuts? This guy wreaked of booze, but not even at a buzz? This was posing more of a challenge. She sat on the stool next to his and as she sat her shirt came up a bit showing the bottom of her stomach and her lower back. her tight pants seems to have clung to her ass and legs much tighter now as she leaned forward against the bar. She ran her fingers through her short hair as she kept drinking hoping that her body might get his attention.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Cohed looked her up and down with a hungry sort of stare, but for the most part he still seemed unsure as to what she wanted, and what he himself wanted. He ran a hand through his frayed mop of hair, dark with an almost greenish tint to it thanks to the bar lights. He glanced lazily down at the guiness and took a long drink from it before shaking his head out... nothing.

"So... I take it you're looking for a man who looks like some burnout effigy of a jaded rockstar...?" He said sullently. "That or you're the mafia collector looking to lure me back to some hotel where you get a gorilla to break my thumbs and toss me into a table...." He sighed. "Either way... I'm fucked..."

 

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She turned her head smirking.
"you've figured me out...But you get to choose which one i am." She pulled her jacket over the gun on her hip on the other side of her body. No one in that bar cared if you had gun, hell, people pulled them on each other constantly. But she didnt want him to see and think anything was suspicious. She finnished her beer ordering another. and pulling out a pack of cigarettes lighting up. inhaling deep and letting the smoking out of ner nostrils. She looked at him again.
"smoke?" and she held the slighty disheveld looking pack in her hand. as well as a silver zippo looking lighter.

 

[HerrLuchador]

"No games... please.." He muttered, spotting the gun and then looking towards the exit. He spotted a few men moving into the bar... he groaned, knowing exactly who they were... syndicate thugs... If they had been smart they would already have...

Coheed felt something press against his neck. He looked to his side and noticed Billigo "the Rat" Skyverr. He blinked a few times and then glanced at the woman.
"Alright... I figure we can rule out the collector idea... as These men here... must definitely be the collectors."

A bottle crashed behind his head, flung by one of the men who had just entered. Coheed nodded sagely and somewhat indifferently. Yep... They were Syndicate brutes.... no question there. From there the cans and bottles were swept off the table by his attacker and he was forced face first down onto the flat surface by his collar.

 

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Taty pulled her gun on the guy. And flashed another one to them strapepd on her thigh.
"c'mon...lets be civil now...cant we all just get along?" She eyed them carefully watching their movements they could have easily killed her by now but they hesitated...and she didnt know why. She looked down at Coheed with the cigarette between her lips. "i guess ya dont smoke then."
she smiled. If she shot at one of the thugs they'd kill her...she did'nt know what move to make the odds were against her.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed reached one arm up, snagged Taty's cigarette and took a long drag off of it. "Havent had one of these in three years... but I figure this is as good a time as any to start" he muttered. He craned his neck to look up at his attacker and then down at the .38 strapped to his leg. He sighed and struggled for a bit... Then stopped.

"Well fuck..." he muttered.

The thugs stood there in the doorway reaching for their own guns while the "the Rat" seemed somewhat distrated by the one in his face. The scrawny looking guido bit his lip and loosened his grip a bit. Coheed took this as his moment and got out of his grip, drawing his gun and aiming it..

It was a pissant looking thing. Coheed grumbled and took the gun in both hands, pressing a button on the side.

The gun pretty much unfolded like a convertible top. Panels shifted, springs kicked in and the gun's size expanded tenfold. Once the display of brilliant gismometry had finished the man was carrying a fully functioning carbine rifle with laser sight, scope and expanded magazine.

He trained it on the rat and stared him down for a few moments, then pulled the trigger, sending a heavy sized hollow point shell through his lower abdomen, blowing open his stomach like a can of pillsbury biscuits.

 

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Taty stood there in shock and then turned to Coheed looking at him like he was a God or she was just seeing things.
She then snapped back into the moment keeping her gun drawn on the other men she couldnt let this man get hurt or die...less money and money was the name of her game.
She looked at him again "How about we blow this popsicle stand eh?"
she took her cigarette back letting it sit in her lips as she breath deeply.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed shrugged indifferently, and sent two more rounds through the other men at the end of the bar, ruining their suits as well as their motor functions, circulatory systems and skeletal structures. They dropped to the floor, clutching themselves trying to stem back the blood flow from their wounds. Coheed glanced and looked for the exit.
" This is bad karma..." he muttered, stepping towards the door and kicking their bodies out of the way...

 

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She followed him out. Putting her gun back on her hip.
"I dont mean to be too bold but...what the hell is that thing?" She asked keeping up with his long strides. Looknig him over, he was much larger then when he was sitting. Slighty intimidating but nothing she couldnt deal with. She tryed getting a better look at his face as well since the bar was dark and smokey she wanted to make sure for a fact..this was the guy.

"So..now you know my intentions...trust me now?" and she smiled again lighting another cigarette. Blowing the smoke towards him.

 

[HerrLuchador]

He looked down at his gun and folded it back up meticulously.
"It's a shinstrap carbine... folds down to the size of a saturday night special... Shoots standard rounds... pretty fuckin' primitive if you ask me but It's helpful." He sighed looking around the spaceport corridor. He took another drag on the cigarette before pinching out the cherry and tucking it behind his ear. He glanced back at the woman.

"Trust you? I dont even fuckin' know you lady... "

 

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She nodded as he told her. Primitive? that thing? She didnt even want to know what he thought of hers, it was old...and basically was there to just do it's job, nothing fancy at all.

She needed to get him back to her ship quickly and quietly. She thought fast turning him towards her.
"you may not know me now...but would you like to?" Her green eyes sparkled at him as they faded to a strange turqoise colour. She blew her smoke out once again right past his face.

 

[HerrLuchador]

He looked at her and bit his lip, not sure what the answer to that should be.
"Sure... I suppose I can get to know you." He said.

HE had it planned out now... the job would be simple. Since his ship was in the dock, it would have been nothing for the thugs to tear it up and ruin the thing. Hell, they probably already had... so he could get to know this woman... flirt and romance her a bit, and then bum a ride off the station from her....

He smiled and tucked the gun away, crossing his wiry arms over his chest.

 

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She smiled her plan was working. "My ship is this way" she said as she leaned into him the smoke escaping between her lips slowly. She then lead him to her ship, it was an embarassing sight, just like her gun but once again it served it's purpose.

Her ass swayed a bit as she walked, her pants skin tight, she gave him something to look at, keep him convinced that she was just in it for sex or other purposes besides her real reasons. She looked at him smirking in a devilishly, seductive way.

 

[HerrLuchador]

Coheed eyed her luscious inviting posterior. He licked his lips before giving himself a shake to get his brain out of the gutter. He followed quietly behind her into the ship, feeling semi-awkward about the entire setup. He felt somewhat less showy than her... Dressed in faded jeans, combat boots, a thick black leather spacer vest and aviator sunglasses. He looked the ship over.... unglamorous, practical... homely... he liked the ship... he liked it a lot.
"Nice .... " he said, although whether he was talking about her ass or the ship was unclear... He figured she'd take it whatever way she wanted.

 

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"home sweet home." She walked into the small living quarters which was her bed, a bathroom, and kitchen.
"so you like it?" she held her arms out like she was unveiling it to him. "it needs a lot of work but it serves it's purpose quiet well. gets me from point A to point b...c'mon lemme show the rest and she pushed a button on the wall and walked into the holding room. it looked like a small prison.
"this is my favorite part" and the door slammed shut behind them. "it's an old merc ship so these are my guest rooms, great for people that dont get along" and she chuckled. her breasts bounced lightly as she laughed.

 

[HerrLuchador]

He looked at the Prison holding cages and coughed. "Err... well that's nice." he said uneasily. He felt uneasy here... when was the last time he'd checked his bounty rate? He felt his palms sweat as he looked around, trying to play the model and unsuspecting guest. He Didnt look at her breasts, and he simply thought of why on earth, in the name of god, she's put her guests here?...

 

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"you look nervous...lemme help you loosen up and she licked her lips."
She ran her hands down his sides and then kicked the back of his knees causing him to buckle and fall into the small 'cell' like room. She grabbed his gun...hoping it was the only one as he fell and the door sealed him in with a slam. Her plan had worked. But this was way to easy...WAY to easy.

"never trust a girl with a pretty face and a nice ass." she smiled and stood there looking at him. "You're worth more than you think". and she smirked once again.