Me: I'm sorry that I didn't update earlier but life is hectic at the moment.
The Perfect Dark Zhe: Thanks so much for your review. Personally, I like your suggestion for the new title but I'm not going to change it just yet. I came up with an idea that I'm hoping will explain the title as well as Shekla's fear of storms. I visited the databank as well and that's the height I came up. Thanks for the encouragement, it was much appreciated.
East Coastie 1500: Your in luck, I decided that Jango can make an appearance in this fic, but keep in mind he's still not a main character and has nothing to do with this story at the moment. I know you're probably disappointed but it's the best I can do at the moment. You never know, he may get a bigger role in the future.
Psycho Babble: Kit is one of my favourite Jedi and I don't know why. I'm glad someone else out there likes him too. There don't seem to be a lot. Grammar and spelling aren't my best areas but thanks for the tip. I hope you like the new chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.
Strobe lights flashed and alien music assaulted the ears of a young humanoid female as she entered the nightclub alone. She walked with confidence and grace that few could master. The crowded room and the sounds that came with it failed to faze her. She had a very important mission. Failure was not an option tonight.
Two large black unblinking eyes watched from the shadows. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched the white haired beauty enter the club. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the variety of weapons displayed on the belt around her waist. So, the little mercenary wasn't here for a good time. The bounty hunter looked across the club and made eye contact with his partner who stood on a balcony above. The dark skinned man nodded before moving into position. The Nautolan slammed his drinking glass on the crate next to him, ignoring the amber liquid that splashed over his hand. Time to settle an old score as well as bring in a bounty.
The woman surveyed the club from her seat at the bar with cool sea blue eyes. She spotted a Nautolan making his way towards her, pushing dancers hastily out of his way. She smiled.
"Fancy meeting you here, Nomulus. I didn't thing you were the type for nightclubs" the woman said as she crossed her legs and swirled the alcohol lazily around her glass, sea blue eyes focused on the floating ice cubes.
"I go where the trash goes" was Nomulus's cold reply.
"I hope you weren't referring to little old me".
"And what if I was?" the Nautolan asked.
"Then I'd be forced to kick your scaly butt" the woman replied placing her glass on the counter then hopping down. She didn't have enough time to chat with a smart-ass like Nomulus. As she made to walk away, a hand wound itself into her hair. She cried out in surprise as she was yanked backwards. The young woman felt herself collide with the Nautolan's chest.
"My butt is not scaly" Nomulus hissed dangerously into her ear. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath tickle down her spine. She shivered. The alien snorted.
"Do I scare you, Rhedyn?" he asked his voice slightly softer than before. Nomulus ran his fingers through her whiter than snow hair.
"I'm not scared, just repulsed!" she retorted and slammed her elbow into his stomach. The Nautolan let go and doubled over, his face set in a grimace. Meanwhile, Nomulus's partner leaned on the balcony rail above watching and waiting for a signal, a smile curved on his scared face.
Nomulus regained his composure and looked at Rhedyn, the surfaces of his unblinking black eyes swirling. She'd been around enough Nautolans to know that it meant repressed anger, although few non-Nautolans would have known that. The mercenary smiled once before turning on her heels, intent on merging into the crowd of dancers. Nomulus called out after her.
"Don't you dare turn your back on me, Rhedyn" she paused mid step to listen. "Remember the hunt on Korriban. You stole my bounty".
"I didn't see your name on it, Nomulus" Rhedyn called over her shoulder. The Nautolan strode forward purposely and grabbed the woman by the shoulder.
"Well I did" he replied harshly. "And I think you'll be my newest bounty. There's a whole heap of credits hanging over your head, Rhedyn. If it's not me today, it someone else tomorrow" Nomulus added as he placed a blaster against her temple.
"I'd rather live to fight another day" she answered coldly and lashed out, narrowly missing this blasters' fire and hitting the Nautolan. The sudden noise made everyone in the club jump and many of the women screamed. The music stopped and many began to watch with keen interest. Out of the corner of his eyes, Nomulus saw credits changing hands. People were gambling on the outcome of their fight. A fight he was going to win.
Rhedyn knocked the blaster out of his hands with a savage kick and the Nautolan retaliated with a punch that sent the mercenary flying to the ground. She stood up, wiping the blood from her nose as she went.
"I've got more experience than you, Nomulus. This wouldn't be a fair fight" Rhedyn said flicking her wrist, sending droplets of blood flying onto the wall.
"Then lets even it up then". Nomulus's companion leapt over the steel railing and landed heavily next to him. The woman looked at the new arrival. It took her a few seconds to see through the scared flesh and baggy clothes.
"My, my. Dalthor is that you?".
"The one and only" the black man rasped. His voice sounded like someone who was struggling to breathe, let alone talk.
"What happened to you, big fella?" Rhedyn asked looking him over again.
"Your betrayal".
"Hey, if you remember correctly, you were the one who set the bomb, not me. It wasn't my fault you didn't get your butt out of there before it blew" she pointed a finger at him accusingly.
"The bomb had been tampered with. It exploded prematurely" Nomulus explained.
"And you look at me because?" she replied quickly.
"Never mind. We came for revenge, not for a conversation" Dalthor answered. The two bounty hunters raised their fists. Rhedyn sighed. What was it that made people want to fight her?
Rhedyn knew that both of the men would know her combat moves and that she knew theirs, but what they didn't know was that the female mercenary had extended her knowledge of martial arts since they'd last seen each other. Rhedyn removed the array of weapons from her belt and let it drop to the ground. This would be a battle of skill not aim.
Hidden in the shadows amongst other spectators were two people. They didn't stand together though. The vast expanse of the night club separated them. One was a bounty hunter, the other a woman just having a good time but also looking out for someone.
Unknown to them though, only one would survive the night.
Me: Mwahahahahahaha I am a meanie aren't I. That felt like a good spot to end the chapter. Anyone want to guess who the people are? You're most welcome to. And there may have been a few mistakes in there with names. If anyone spots a Romulus, well it's actually supposed to be a Nomulus. It was a late change of name. Oh and I don't own the name Nomulus either.
The next chapter should be soon but I don't promise anything. Please review.