slut_in_white
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The cantina was pretty full by the time Aria walked in. She favoured comfortable clothing. Today, it was a loose t-shirt and tight-fitting leather pants; a pretty common combination for her. She also wore the three staple items of clothing she was (almost) never found without: her well-worn leather knee-high boots, her equally-well-worn leather jacket, and her matching pair of blaster pistols, today strapped to her thighs.
She pushed her long black hair out of her face, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the place, and began to make her way through the crowd. As she passed the bar, a creature, who would have looked human were it not for the pig-like nose, swatted her ass and whistled. "Oh, honey, you here for some fun tonight?"
Aria turned slowly to face him, a sultry smirk on her lips. She walked towards him, hips swinging pleasingly, until she was standing directly in front of him. She put one hand on his knee and slid it up his leg until her hand was resting over the crotch of his pants. Then, quite abruptly, a small dagger popped out of her wrist, revealing at least her hand as mechanical. The tip was pressed uncomfortably against the creature's balls, making him squeal in surprise, pain, and fear.
"Touch me again," she murmured, "and I'll cut them off." Then, just as abruptly, the dagger disappeared back into her arm and she turned back around. She was about to disappear into the crowd, but one of the pig-man's friends had taken offense and grabbed her by the arm.
Aria reacted instantly, twisting out of his grip and drawing one of her pistols. It might have been a standard model once, but she had altered her weapons with so many after-market mods that they were barely recognizable any more. The barrel was pointed directly between the eyes of the second man, who froze.
"Don't. Just... Don't," Aria said, sounding more annoyed at the interruption than anything else. She cocked an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to move, and her iris dilated to an unnatural size; both of her eyes, in addition to her arm, were mechanical. They were blue, but were brighter than should have been humanly possible because of their alterations. Some found the effect striking. Others, disconcerting.
The man took a step back from her, defeat on his face, and she finished making her way across the cantina. People were giving her a wide berth now, which made it easier. She found the table she was looking for and noticed that her contact was already there. He was an older Arkanian, seated with an untouched drink in front of him and a rather serene expression on his face. What drew Aria's attention, however, was the lightsaber hanging from his belt. It didn't escape her notice that he had positioned himself at the table to hide it from most of the room. He wasn't wearing robes, either. He was here in secret, then. She didn't blame him. Half of the people in the cantina were the kind of people who could get more than a little skiddish around Jedi. Herself included. Still, this was a good job that paid well and (probably) wasn't illegal, which was always a nice perk. No sense turning it down just because her potential employer made her a bit uncomfortable.
She sat down across from the Jedi and raised her eyebrows. "We don't really get many of your type around here."
The Jedi smiled at her. "My type? You mean an Arkanian?"
Aria rolled her eyes. "No. But them too."
The Jedi held out a hand for her to shake, which she took. "Aria Maverick, I presume?"
"Captain Maverick," Aria corrected.
"Captain," the Jedi allowed, smiling. "I am here to hire you to take one of my students to a particular location and retrieve... an object of some value to the Order."
Aria frowned, thinking. "Why would you hire me for something like this? What's the catch?"
The Jedi seemed amused. "Do you always ask your clients this many questions?"
Aria didn't look as amused as the Jedi. "Only when my clients command their own armadas."
"Ah. Of course. But you see, this particular mission requires secrecy. Our armada is ill-suited in that regard."
"Hmph. What is this mission of yours?"
"We need you to bring one of our Knights to Korriban to retrieve a particular item. He will know how to find it when you arrive."
Aria laughed heartily, then pushed herself to her feet. "Oh. That's funny. Good luck with getting your pilot old man, because I'm sure as hell not her."
The Jedi frowned. "Why not? I was led to believe that you regularly smuggle goods into Imperial territory. Why is this job different?"
"Because smuggling stims into some backwater base for the junkie soldiers gets me a fine and costs me some bribes to stay out of prison if I get caught. Smuggling a Jedi Knight into the center of Sith power gets me executed on sight!" Aria hissed in response, glowering at him. She turned to walk away.
"I will pay you double your regular few up front."
Aria stopped and looked back over her shoulder at the Jedi. He wasn't kidding.
"And," he added, once he had her attention, "I will pay you that again when you return with both my student and the relic intact."
Aria sat down again, disbelief colouring her features. "You do know how much money that is, right?"
The Jedi nodded. "You will leave tomorrow. Where will my student meet you?"
Aria blinked at him. He hadn't even tried to haggle her down. What the hell was this relic, and why did the Jedi need it so bad? "Hangar 6C," she answered. "Have him being a credit chit with my payment."
This was the kind of money she'd be willing to die for. No question.
---
Aria spent the next day working on her ship. She was seated atop it, out of view of the hangar doors when her droid came tottering in, followed by a man in Jedi robes who hung back in the doorway while the droid made for the ship.
"Mistress!"
Aria's head appeared over the edge of the ship a moment later. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and there were goggles pushed up on her head. "J4, what did I tell you about calling me that?"
"Sorry, Captain," the droid responded. "Old habits. Your guest is here."
Aria stood, her bright blue eyes looking up at the door. She was wearing a tank-top, denim shorts and a bandana around her neck. She had a small blowtorch in one hand and was wearing a pair of massive, heavy leather gloves; the only protection she bothered with, as evidenced by the small but fresh burn on her left thigh. She was normally very pale, as befitting a spacer, but every inch of her skin was covered in oil, rust or dust, making her look several shades darker at the moment.
She climbed down off her ship, put the torch away, pulled on her jacket and crossed the hangar toward him. She was bare-foot, making her even shorter than she was normally. Once she reached him, she held out one of her hands, smirking up at him. He was at least a head taller than she.
"Money first, then we talk," she said, cutting off any greeting he had planned to offer her.
She pushed her long black hair out of her face, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the place, and began to make her way through the crowd. As she passed the bar, a creature, who would have looked human were it not for the pig-like nose, swatted her ass and whistled. "Oh, honey, you here for some fun tonight?"
Aria turned slowly to face him, a sultry smirk on her lips. She walked towards him, hips swinging pleasingly, until she was standing directly in front of him. She put one hand on his knee and slid it up his leg until her hand was resting over the crotch of his pants. Then, quite abruptly, a small dagger popped out of her wrist, revealing at least her hand as mechanical. The tip was pressed uncomfortably against the creature's balls, making him squeal in surprise, pain, and fear.
"Touch me again," she murmured, "and I'll cut them off." Then, just as abruptly, the dagger disappeared back into her arm and she turned back around. She was about to disappear into the crowd, but one of the pig-man's friends had taken offense and grabbed her by the arm.
Aria reacted instantly, twisting out of his grip and drawing one of her pistols. It might have been a standard model once, but she had altered her weapons with so many after-market mods that they were barely recognizable any more. The barrel was pointed directly between the eyes of the second man, who froze.
"Don't. Just... Don't," Aria said, sounding more annoyed at the interruption than anything else. She cocked an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to move, and her iris dilated to an unnatural size; both of her eyes, in addition to her arm, were mechanical. They were blue, but were brighter than should have been humanly possible because of their alterations. Some found the effect striking. Others, disconcerting.
The man took a step back from her, defeat on his face, and she finished making her way across the cantina. People were giving her a wide berth now, which made it easier. She found the table she was looking for and noticed that her contact was already there. He was an older Arkanian, seated with an untouched drink in front of him and a rather serene expression on his face. What drew Aria's attention, however, was the lightsaber hanging from his belt. It didn't escape her notice that he had positioned himself at the table to hide it from most of the room. He wasn't wearing robes, either. He was here in secret, then. She didn't blame him. Half of the people in the cantina were the kind of people who could get more than a little skiddish around Jedi. Herself included. Still, this was a good job that paid well and (probably) wasn't illegal, which was always a nice perk. No sense turning it down just because her potential employer made her a bit uncomfortable.
She sat down across from the Jedi and raised her eyebrows. "We don't really get many of your type around here."
The Jedi smiled at her. "My type? You mean an Arkanian?"
Aria rolled her eyes. "No. But them too."
The Jedi held out a hand for her to shake, which she took. "Aria Maverick, I presume?"
"Captain Maverick," Aria corrected.
"Captain," the Jedi allowed, smiling. "I am here to hire you to take one of my students to a particular location and retrieve... an object of some value to the Order."
Aria frowned, thinking. "Why would you hire me for something like this? What's the catch?"
The Jedi seemed amused. "Do you always ask your clients this many questions?"
Aria didn't look as amused as the Jedi. "Only when my clients command their own armadas."
"Ah. Of course. But you see, this particular mission requires secrecy. Our armada is ill-suited in that regard."
"Hmph. What is this mission of yours?"
"We need you to bring one of our Knights to Korriban to retrieve a particular item. He will know how to find it when you arrive."
Aria laughed heartily, then pushed herself to her feet. "Oh. That's funny. Good luck with getting your pilot old man, because I'm sure as hell not her."
The Jedi frowned. "Why not? I was led to believe that you regularly smuggle goods into Imperial territory. Why is this job different?"
"Because smuggling stims into some backwater base for the junkie soldiers gets me a fine and costs me some bribes to stay out of prison if I get caught. Smuggling a Jedi Knight into the center of Sith power gets me executed on sight!" Aria hissed in response, glowering at him. She turned to walk away.
"I will pay you double your regular few up front."
Aria stopped and looked back over her shoulder at the Jedi. He wasn't kidding.
"And," he added, once he had her attention, "I will pay you that again when you return with both my student and the relic intact."
Aria sat down again, disbelief colouring her features. "You do know how much money that is, right?"
The Jedi nodded. "You will leave tomorrow. Where will my student meet you?"
Aria blinked at him. He hadn't even tried to haggle her down. What the hell was this relic, and why did the Jedi need it so bad? "Hangar 6C," she answered. "Have him being a credit chit with my payment."
This was the kind of money she'd be willing to die for. No question.
---
Aria spent the next day working on her ship. She was seated atop it, out of view of the hangar doors when her droid came tottering in, followed by a man in Jedi robes who hung back in the doorway while the droid made for the ship.
"Mistress!"
Aria's head appeared over the edge of the ship a moment later. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and there were goggles pushed up on her head. "J4, what did I tell you about calling me that?"
"Sorry, Captain," the droid responded. "Old habits. Your guest is here."
Aria stood, her bright blue eyes looking up at the door. She was wearing a tank-top, denim shorts and a bandana around her neck. She had a small blowtorch in one hand and was wearing a pair of massive, heavy leather gloves; the only protection she bothered with, as evidenced by the small but fresh burn on her left thigh. She was normally very pale, as befitting a spacer, but every inch of her skin was covered in oil, rust or dust, making her look several shades darker at the moment.
She climbed down off her ship, put the torch away, pulled on her jacket and crossed the hangar toward him. She was bare-foot, making her even shorter than she was normally. Once she reached him, she held out one of her hands, smirking up at him. He was at least a head taller than she.
"Money first, then we talk," she said, cutting off any greeting he had planned to offer her.