Damsel in Distress

[Eve Siren]

The muffled music of a stuffed lounge beat against the exterior walls. There was a small crowd standing in the back alley. Some to get some air, some to pollute it with second-hand smoke, others to negotiate - sex or drugs or both. With a cigarette hanging from her lips, Eve Siren tried to enjoy her nicotine. Her dark locks gently clung to her skin. The heat inside the lounge was unbearable. The smell of human or alien nature was too hard to ignore. It made her think of him. A quick thought, a tug at the heart and nothing more.

Running her hand through her hair, a sigh left her mouth. It was enough. Let’s go home, she thought to herself. As she threw the remains of her cigarette to the ground, a man stopped her before she could step on the still-lit stick. “Hey !” he exclaimed as he picked it up. “Y’know, you shouldn’t waste precious things.” She scoffed, turning to leave but was only held back by the same stranger. “And beauty shouldn’t be wasted either,” he continued, throwing her an erotic stare. Eve lifted a hand, but he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her petite figure closer to him. The alcohol on his breath was repulsive.

But she had to keep her Force under wraps, she wasn't ready to come back yet. Had to play the damsel in distress.

[Alpha]

Alpha had come to this planet hoping for some work. He should've known not to get his hopes up. He was running low on fuel, and he really didn't want to tap into his second bank account unless it was absolutely necessary. So here he was, stepping into the darkly lit alley after having a few drinks. Nothing like a few comisery drinks to make someone more morose then they were before. Running his hands through his hair, his silver eyes train on two people. One looked like he was holding the other, apparently, against her will. Looking around to make sure no one notices anything, he silently pulls the lightsabre out of the inside of his jacket He wasn't the best at using it, but he didn't have to turn it on to use it the way he planned.

"Hey, guy..." Alpha begins, putting his free hand on the man's shoulder, passing off being much, much drunker then he actually was. "You gotta light?" As the man turns to look at the newcomer, Alpha affects surprise. "Hey man, whatcha doin? This don't look cool." Alpha inwardly smiles as the man pushes him away. Bringing his fist back, he slams it home on the back of the drunkard's neck, dropping him like a sack of rocks. Putting the lightsabre--which made an amazing damage multiplier for his bare hands--back into his jacket, the silver-haired young man looks at Eve. "You alright, miss?"

[Eve Siren]

"Been better." Eve rubbed her wrist, counting herself lucky that someone actually did come along before she had to kill him. Her hazel eyes shifted towards the man on the ground, satisfied with the result and impressed with the stranger's skills.

She then turned to look at the silver-haired man curiously. He didn't look like he belonged, something she felt she could relate to. With a glance, she silently invited him to follow her out of the alley, where the drunken man laid and the crowd started surrounding him. Some were freaked out by the stranger's strength, most were amused since they were all intoxicated. She pulled out a carton of cigarettes from the inside pocket of her leather jacket, the moment she stepped into the crowded street. It was filled with humans and aliens coming in and out of bars and nightclubs, adding to the heat in the air.

"I'm ... Ava." She bluntly lied, as she lit herself a cigarette. "Want one ?"

[Alpha]

"Sure." Alpha responds picking a cigarette from the box, and lighting it as well. Taking a drag, he gives a half smile. "The name's Alpha." At her vaguely odd look, he chuckles. "Not much of a name, but it's all I can remember. So, what brings you out to such a hole in the wall?"

[Eve Siren]

A grin drew on her lips as Alpha chuckled at his own name. It was refreshing to meet someone who was light-hearted for once. As they paced up the street, she took off her leather jacket, holding it under her arm, revealing a black sleeveless shirt underneath that clung to her skin. "What brings me here ?" She repeated his question, giving her enough time to tiptoe around the truth.

"I'm looking to feel alive." Her grin grew, as she tucked a lock of her dark brown behind her ear, looking straight at him with her hazel eyes. The reality was that Eve had just woken up from a long sleep, which she still had to uncover the truth behind. "What about you ? Always looking for ladies to save ?"

[Alpha]

Alpha looks over at Eve, his expression suddenly serious. "No. I'm trying to find out who I am. I woke up, didn't know who I was or where I came from, and all I had was a stack of credits in the bank and a ship. I just came here to get drunk."

At the dumbfounded look on Eve's face, Alpha breaks into a grin. "Gotcha. Mostly, I'm trying to find some work. I got a ship docked on the outskirts of town."

Even though the first story was true, Alpha was loathe to share it. And besides, had it not happened to him, Alpha never would have believed it himself. He really was on a mission to find himself--especially after his run in with Jesseth on Bespin, and what seemed to be recognition by the wanderer. Mentally shrugging, Alpha looks over at Eve and subconsciously smooths out his long jacket, making sure the sabre was clipped to his jacket's lining and that his other weapons were still in place. While he was here, he might as well try to ignore his troubles.

"Besides," Alpha continues, his grin becoming unbearably self-assured and cocky, "helping the helpless is something of a hobby of mine."

[Alexander Bane]

"Shmarmy... shmarmy baby!" came his high, spaced out voice as he staggered through the crowd to where the unconscious man laid. Squatting down he flicked his long silver hair out of his eyes and made a show of inspecting the drunk, even going to lengths of saying that he had medical training and even asked everyone to take a step back. He used the misdirection of everyone shuffling about and bumping into each other to sneak a hand into the drunk's pockets and liberate a wallet, light, pack of stims, and an expired hover vehicle license. He checked the man's vitals, or rather pushed a hand against his throat and counted to ten before pulling it away. Then he stood and brushed off his hands. "He's dead. Cheerio!" And then he turned and pushed his way back through the crowd, which had suddenly closed in on the drunk again as everyone tried to check his vitals together, which involved a lot of pushing to be first and would probably erupt into a brawl shortly.

Alexander Bane felt very happy in that moment, mostly because he found a mirror on the wall in which to inspect his beautiful self in. The black t-shirt and cargo pants looked nice in contrast to his silver hair. The outfit did not leave any space to hide his lightsabre, so he didn't bring it today. Instead, he had his trusty knives and other impractical weaponry hidden around his person in places people would never guess. It made him feel safe and secure to have so many sharp, pointy objects within arm's reach.

As the brawl erupted behind him he moved out into the alley, because it was getting awfully hot and noisy in there, and drunks were not as fun to knife as the sober. The alley was clog up as well, but Alex found that enough shoving and graphic threats tend to get you moving along quickly, and even more so after he punched that Rodian in the face. Pity the guy had a few friends with him so Alex went running away as quickly as he could, which took him down the alley and into the street and, unfortunately, right into a silver-haired youth. Alex went tumbling to the ground, taking the unlucky lad with him.

"Holy spaghetti monster above!" he exclaimed as he rolled off the kid and staggered to his feet. "Lordy! That hurt!" and indeed it had. All that metal under his clothing did not cushion his fall at all. He was just lucky he kept his blades protected or he might have gutted himself and the kid. "Watch where your standing, humie!"

[Alpha]

Alpha checks to make sure Eve was ok, and then turns his withering glare to the newcomer. Seruptitiously checking to make sure his weapons and possessions were still in place he raises an eyebrow. "you ran into us buddy. I'd watch yourself. I've already dealt with one rude person tonight, and I have no qualms about doing the same to a second."

[Eve Siren]

Tilting her head to the side, Eve looked as both men conversed. It wasn't unusual for people to bump into each others at this time of night, in this place, but there was something about the stranger that was just off. A type of visible psychosis in his expressions that somewhat attracted her. Still, she remained careful, keeping a hand on her blaster which was hidden in the back of her shirt.

The former Sith remained silent, curious to hear what the stranger had to respond to Alpha.

[Alexander Bane]

Bane's smile froze on his face, then he slowly turned his head and turned to look over his shoulder in the direction of the alley that led to the door that lead into the room where the unconscious drunk had been laid out. A million thoughts pulsed through his brain like the veins on a raging ego and it took him a minute before he calmed down all the screaming demons with a stern glare and then turned back to the pair; who he might add did look very cute together.

"So that was you, was it?" He said, his smile remaining plastered to his face and never fading for a moment. Even his eyes were smiling, but you did not want to look into his eyes for long. those green orbs were like portals to his soul and if you looked too close you could see the devils looking back. "Meh. Fisticuffs is so gauche. I prefer to stab them right in the kidney. Doesn't kill them right away but boy do they wish they were. Can you imagine that? Oh how much it must hurt to get stabbed there and have all that infectious material dumped into your system. Yes. I took biology once. Zygote is a funny word." He continued, his grin still spread across his greasy face and threatening to consume his ears.

"I like knives. Like this one!" And in one jerky motion he reached to his pant pocket and pulled out a knife, the naked blade flashing in the street light. It was an average table knife, the kind that's not usually very sharp but just sharp enough to cut your sammich in half and spread the butter. This table knife however looked like it had been sharpened after marketing and looked like it could cut quite efficiently, and its ragged edge looked like it had been used to cut difficult material before.

"Isn't it a pretty knife?"

[Alpha]

Alpha quickly draws a pistol, the weapon appearing as if by magic in his hand. Pointing it at Bane, he then takes in the situation. Struggling to overcome the temptation to roll his eyes, Alpha nevertheless very plainly takes the weapon's safety off. Raising an eyebrow, he looks at the silver-haired man.

"Yes it's a very pretty knife. Don't you know it's not considered polite to surprise someone by brigning a weapon out without warning. It could lead to very...nasty...accidents."

Why can't I ever find a nice place? Alpha asks himself. Ever since he found himself in this part of the galaxy it had been one frelling snafu after another...

[Eve Siren]

A wicked grin grew on Eve's lips. Finally, an exciting night and especially, an exciting fight. Since she had woken up from her sleep, she hadn't gotten in contact with the scent of blood. A scent she craved for a long time, but could not smell, fearing that her real identity would be uncovered. That is, until now. The former Sith now took her own gun from under her shirt discreetly, while the two men challenged each other.

With a finger, she flicked the safety switch off, hiding it from the silver-haired stranger as she stood behind Alpha. Her hazel eyes glared at his green gaze - the devils looking back at her made her adrenaline rush. Whose side to pick, if there was a side at all ? But that was something she would figure out after. Act now, and ask later. She thought to herself, grinning some more.

For now, she leaned forward into Alpha's back and gently grazed his earlobe with her lips, whispering into his ear. At the same time, Eve inconspicuously shifted her gun under Alpha's arm, pointed in direction of the silver-haired psychopath.

"Make him bleed."

[Alpha]

Alpha was at his wit's end, his emotions frayed. Here he was with two strangers--one intoxicatingly attractive, the other obviously psychotic--and weapons were coming into play already. Maybe he should just shoot the knife-wielder and save himself some possible trouble. Raising an eyebrow he surpresses a shiver as Eve speaks into his ear. Mentally shrugging, Alpha pulls the trigger, aiming at the knife-wielder's shoulder, the report of the large-bore slugthrower echoing off the surrounding buildings.

"It's been a bad couple months," he says, to no one in particular.

[Alexander Bane]

There was the bang, and then there was the long breath as the bullet sliced through the air and impacted his shoulder. In his mind he knew no pain, only rainbow colored butterflies. He felt the impact, his body twisted as the momentum hit his shoulder and spun him around. However, he used that momentum to his advantage, allowing him to spin completely around, his knife hand coming back up and loosing the blade, which sailed through the air to avenge his shoulder.

A shoulder that was finally starting to hurt and, after a quick glance, was bleeding quite profusely.

[Alpha]

Alpha brings up his left arm in a futile effort to deflect the knife. It doesn't work. Kind of. Pain sparks through his left forearm as the blade digs deep into it. Hissing softly, that sound then turns to raw, dark growl, the kind that you heard in the dead of night that sent a shiver down your spine. Letting his arm drop, the knife sticking out of it, he grits his teeth.

"That frellin hurt..." he lets out, bringing his gun into line again. "But next time, I hit soemthing more valuable."

[Eve Siren]

Blood. More blood. Much to Eve's satisfaction.

"Sorry, sweetheart. You didn't need to be my shield. However ..." With the gun that she had hid under Alpha's other arm, she shot at the silver-haired man, aiming nowhere in particular, before turning over to Alpha.

She glanced at his eyes, before swiftly pulling the psycho's knife out of his left forearm. Her hazel eyes ran over the knife for a brief moment, as if hypnotized by the crimson blood dripping from it. Much to her satisfaction.

[Alpha]

Alpha visibly twitches as a gun that was not his own goes off so close to him. Turning to Eve, he opens his mouth to say something when she yanks the knife out of his arm. "Frell!" he exclaims, looking down at the arm, before switching the gun to his injured hand. Ripping the bottom of his shirt off, he begins wrapping it around his wounded arm, watching Eve out of the corner of his eye. He notices her staring at the knife as if enthralled, and wonders what was the fascination with it.

"You're just a tad bit crazy, you know that Ava?" He asks, waiting a beat before grinning. "I kinda like that."

No matter what he thought of the situation, this was one of the best things that's happened to him as far as trying to get his mind off of recent events. Even if he wouldn't admit that anywhere but the comfort of his own mind.

[Alexander Bane]

Huzzah! A direct hit Captain, now fire up the photon torpedos and blow us a way out. Gawd, my shoulder ever hurts, its like someone super-heated their thumb and pushed it right through my skin. Owwy. No matter, I will have my reven- ZOMG SHE HAS A GUN TOO! Its a trap!

If he had time he would have panicked more, but seeing as she pulled the trigger before he could so much as throw his arms up in the air and wail he had no time and instead took a blaster bolt in the thigh and went down like a cripple playing ice hockey. Sure he might have tried to put his weight on his other foot and stayed standing, but he wanted to test the extent of the injury and his leg just so happened to buckle underneath him, sending him sprawling to the floor in a heap of silver hair. "Pwned," He moaned from his place on the floor, his hands finding his points of injury and cupping them like a babe to its mother's tiet.

"Um, hello? I'm still down here." He moaned as the conversation above turned away from him and became painfully exclusive. It was like being back on the playground in middle school, when all the other "Cool" kids would form circles and not let him into the conversation. Well he had made them pay by keeping tags on them over the years and then murdering their first born the day it was born. Boy you should have seen the look on their faces. Classic.

[Alpha]

{OOC: Wow. I do believe you are one of my favorite characters to read now Bane. You play psychotic waaay to well. :)}

Alpha lets the gun go with his injured hand, catching it up quickly with his uninjure, and pointing the weapon back to Bane. All this was done with a well practiced fluid grace and economy of movement. He had practiced something like that a lot.

"I would really recommend finding somewhere else to be. Crawl if you have to. Just...get out of my sight." Alpha says, his voice retaining its edge, but somehow sounding...tired.

[Alexander Bane]

"Hey, woah! No need to shout. I'm going, I'm going," He whined, and with that said rolled over on to his belly and began crawling away as best he could with only one good leg and one good arm, and since the good limbs were both on the same side he was moving instead in a very slow circle that was causing him to gravitate beyond his assailants, moving further with each circuit. It promised to get him out of there eventually, if they didn't get annoyed with him bleeding all over the place and kill him good.

"Just you wait, I'll get you, and your little dog too," He said, under his breath at a volume he was comfortable with knowing they wouldn't be able to hear him. Oh, yes. He would come back. It was just their luck he forgot his lightsabre at home. When he got home he was going to get some bandaids and fix himself up and then hang himself in the closet until he felt better. His affixation fetish was demanding a lot of time on his schedule book.

Aaaaaand when that was all done he was going to track them down and tie them up, have his way with them, yes, even he'd even have his way with the guy, and then he would kill them in front of each other and make it look like an accident and dump the corpses in a knife factory, where it could be labeled off as a work incident involving civilians. Naked civilians. Ha! He could just imagine the holonet headline: Couple with knife fetish killed in factory, police baffled.

That thought made him happy, in his pants.