Post by Nephill on Mar 10, 2013 19:57:37 GMT -5
"Such a pretty face," the grizzled man spat, and Natalia slammed her eyelids shut at the foul spray.
"This pretty neck will look better...collared," he said with a hearty laugh, and Natalia let out a screech and spat in the man's eye right back.
The bounty hunter released her wrists from his iron grip momentarily to jab at his eye, and Natalia took the opportunity to grab the man's shoulders and squarely slam his forehead into her right knee. The man keeled over, and Natalia squared her arms up in a neutral Teras Kasi stance, perfectly straight and white teeth set in a determined snarl.
The Weequay behind the down and out human swore in his native language and moved for his pistol. Waste of time. Natalia swung her leg around in a brutal kick, the heel of her flight boots knocking the Weequay square in the neck and sending him spiraling to the ground.
Then the man on the ground grabbed her thigh. Natalia went straight down, not expecting the man to still be conscious. The man, heaving with the exertion, rolled over on top of her to pin her down, letting out a laugh as her dainty form struggled to push the mass of meat weighing her down. She resigned to landing a wicket uppercut to the man's chin, knocking the smirk off his face before the Weequay came around and secured her wrists in his wrinkly hands.
Both male bounty hunters were swearing and rubbing at the bruises and bumps she had managed to inflict. Despite her perfect form and gorgeous face, she had clearly proven to be a surprise to these pair.
The man jabbed his blaster pistol into the square of her back to ensure her cooperation before propping her up on her two feet, where the Weequay cuffed her behind her back. The human male took the opportunity to smack her in the ass, much to her indignation, before rearranging her disheveled flight jacket to cover her bound wrists.
That smack woke her up. A thousand curses were running through her head. How could she be ambushed like that?
The tired girl had been returning to the berth where her ship was being stored, a luxury yacht. It had cost her a pretty penny to make sure the grimy hangar owner deemed it profitable to keep the ship safe then to take it for his own. That and the fact he had seen her give out a whooping to two leery men in a cantina. Most assumed her to be defenseless, which led to consequences for would-be..."suitors."
Tatooine was near the bottom on the list of worlds she wanted to see. It was right in Hutt Space. She knew all to well that just a few miles away, girls who had been like her were being exploited by the evil crime lords who were the law of the land here. She shuddered at the thought. At least her Nar Shaddaa palace had been better than most of the primitive mudholes here.
But she had no choice. Her ship's hyperdrive had some sort of malfunction, and Tatooine was the closest port of call. She had spent the last few hours after landing to attempt to find the part she needed - only finding out she didn't have enough. And Tatooine wasn't exactly an ideal job market...unless you knew how to dance.
The very thought sent shudders through her spine. But she had returned to the hangar bay to think knowing the decision was already made. She had to do it, no matter what she thought.
It didn't matter anyways. It seemed like that would be her destination, judging from these two guys. They had set themselves upon her as soon as she entered the hangar. Stupid, stupid, she thought. She should've noticed something was wrong the minute she entered; it had been much too quiet.
"Alright sweetheart, you had ya fun. Now it's time to be a good girl. You try any fast shit like that again, and- " A shock of electricity jolted her entire body, lighting her nerves on fire for a brief moment. "We'll shock you with those stun cuffs."
The man leaned in close, his hot and stinky breath on her right ear. She shuddered at the unwanted contact. "Don't fuck with me on this one babygirl. Contract says alive, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun before we deliver you to the Hutts." He cackled at that. "Luck for your cute ass we get extra for early delivery."
With that, he smacked her "cute ass" again before opening the hangar door and taking point. Although this entire encounter was extremely demeaning, and already a sense of desperation and hopelessness was setting into her from the sensation of cuffs once again binding her wrists.
She was still so young and inexperienced that not too long ago, this sort of situation would have reduced her to a quivering pulp. But that was before she had met Thrash. The Korun had treated her like a daughter, showing her love and teaching her how to take care of herself. Only his training now allowed her to keep a clear head.
The bounty hunters had to get her to their ship, which meant they would be moving through crowded corridors and streets. That was her best chance for escape. Although the stun cuffs made it difficult...she had to assume the Weequay held the controls. She hadn't seen who had them, but she doubted the man taking point had them as he wasn't the one guiding her.
She just had to bide her time to take out the Weequay and make a run for it.
As they entered the crush of people in the spaceport's crowded hallways, bumping bodies with all sorts of the crime world's miscreants, the Weequays firm hand wrapped around her waist, she gritted her teeth and tensed her body, eyes alert and constantly moving for the gamechanger she needed.post
"This pretty neck will look better...collared," he said with a hearty laugh, and Natalia let out a screech and spat in the man's eye right back.
The bounty hunter released her wrists from his iron grip momentarily to jab at his eye, and Natalia took the opportunity to grab the man's shoulders and squarely slam his forehead into her right knee. The man keeled over, and Natalia squared her arms up in a neutral Teras Kasi stance, perfectly straight and white teeth set in a determined snarl.
The Weequay behind the down and out human swore in his native language and moved for his pistol. Waste of time. Natalia swung her leg around in a brutal kick, the heel of her flight boots knocking the Weequay square in the neck and sending him spiraling to the ground.
Then the man on the ground grabbed her thigh. Natalia went straight down, not expecting the man to still be conscious. The man, heaving with the exertion, rolled over on top of her to pin her down, letting out a laugh as her dainty form struggled to push the mass of meat weighing her down. She resigned to landing a wicket uppercut to the man's chin, knocking the smirk off his face before the Weequay came around and secured her wrists in his wrinkly hands.
Both male bounty hunters were swearing and rubbing at the bruises and bumps she had managed to inflict. Despite her perfect form and gorgeous face, she had clearly proven to be a surprise to these pair.
The man jabbed his blaster pistol into the square of her back to ensure her cooperation before propping her up on her two feet, where the Weequay cuffed her behind her back. The human male took the opportunity to smack her in the ass, much to her indignation, before rearranging her disheveled flight jacket to cover her bound wrists.
That smack woke her up. A thousand curses were running through her head. How could she be ambushed like that?
The tired girl had been returning to the berth where her ship was being stored, a luxury yacht. It had cost her a pretty penny to make sure the grimy hangar owner deemed it profitable to keep the ship safe then to take it for his own. That and the fact he had seen her give out a whooping to two leery men in a cantina. Most assumed her to be defenseless, which led to consequences for would-be..."suitors."
Tatooine was near the bottom on the list of worlds she wanted to see. It was right in Hutt Space. She knew all to well that just a few miles away, girls who had been like her were being exploited by the evil crime lords who were the law of the land here. She shuddered at the thought. At least her Nar Shaddaa palace had been better than most of the primitive mudholes here.
But she had no choice. Her ship's hyperdrive had some sort of malfunction, and Tatooine was the closest port of call. She had spent the last few hours after landing to attempt to find the part she needed - only finding out she didn't have enough. And Tatooine wasn't exactly an ideal job market...unless you knew how to dance.
The very thought sent shudders through her spine. But she had returned to the hangar bay to think knowing the decision was already made. She had to do it, no matter what she thought.
It didn't matter anyways. It seemed like that would be her destination, judging from these two guys. They had set themselves upon her as soon as she entered the hangar. Stupid, stupid, she thought. She should've noticed something was wrong the minute she entered; it had been much too quiet.
"Alright sweetheart, you had ya fun. Now it's time to be a good girl. You try any fast shit like that again, and- " A shock of electricity jolted her entire body, lighting her nerves on fire for a brief moment. "We'll shock you with those stun cuffs."
The man leaned in close, his hot and stinky breath on her right ear. She shuddered at the unwanted contact. "Don't fuck with me on this one babygirl. Contract says alive, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun before we deliver you to the Hutts." He cackled at that. "Luck for your cute ass we get extra for early delivery."
With that, he smacked her "cute ass" again before opening the hangar door and taking point. Although this entire encounter was extremely demeaning, and already a sense of desperation and hopelessness was setting into her from the sensation of cuffs once again binding her wrists.
She was still so young and inexperienced that not too long ago, this sort of situation would have reduced her to a quivering pulp. But that was before she had met Thrash. The Korun had treated her like a daughter, showing her love and teaching her how to take care of herself. Only his training now allowed her to keep a clear head.
The bounty hunters had to get her to their ship, which meant they would be moving through crowded corridors and streets. That was her best chance for escape. Although the stun cuffs made it difficult...she had to assume the Weequay held the controls. She hadn't seen who had them, but she doubted the man taking point had them as he wasn't the one guiding her.
She just had to bide her time to take out the Weequay and make a run for it.
As they entered the crush of people in the spaceport's crowded hallways, bumping bodies with all sorts of the crime world's miscreants, the Weequays firm hand wrapped around her waist, she gritted her teeth and tensed her body, eyes alert and constantly moving for the gamechanger she needed.post
