Name (Nickname): Gehenna 'Henna' Leoncah
Attire: A brown, suit like top that is low cut, revealing ample skin, and parts to open just below her breasts, revealing a toned abdomen. A pair of brown, leather pants and boots to match. Goggles on her head to keep her hair back and brow fingerless gloves with an emerald colored stone in the center. A few trinkets around her neck and hanging from her ears, as well as what could be a utility belt hanging from her waist, loosely and fashionably.
Weapon: Two modified pistols and a lightsaber of sorts.
Location: The Black; Aboard the Hammer; An empty room.
Tagging: Anyone; Halmir; Sol Invictus
Time:October 1, 3075; Night
Henna left the room with him, following him obediently to where ever he may have lead her. And once they finally made it into the room, she turned to face him, only to find that he had already locked eyes with her. She nearly froze in her spot. Now, Henna had never been what many people would call ‘submissive’, but Hal had a habit of making the woman roll over and bear her belly to him, in a sense. He had her on quite a tight leash. And admittedly, she thought she liked it. After all, it could be misunderstood as a sign of possessiveness, affection. That maybe, he wanted her and her services to himself.
She listened to him speak, taking in each and every word and noting each and every command. He was correct in every sense of the word. The pirates could not and would not have the upper hand. She had to get it back by any means necessary. After all, control belonged in Hal’s hands. It always had. That was what the destruction of the settlement had been all about. Unfortunately, they had the misfortune of being burdened with rotten help. No matter. Lesson learned. If things were to be done properly, Henna learned, she would have to do them herself or at least supervise. There were no other ways around it. What must be done, must be done.
And then he stepped towards her, barely leaving room for her to breathe between them, and so she found she held her breath. And then it happened. The event that had nearly caused her heart to stop completely and fire to spread throughout her limbs. He had… kissed her. Her eyes widened before they eased back into her previous expression. He’d pulled away to quickly for her to have truly enjoyed him, although the lingering taste of bourbon on her lips was enough to drive her mad. As he stroked her face, she turned her head into his hand and closed her eyes, savoring the brief warmth that it offered before she felt it dropping. There was a hungriness in her eyes, the likes of which he had likely never seen from her. But she knew her boundaries, even as she felt them slipping away from her.
“I assure you, you will not be disappointed.” She added as he turned to leave. Her entire body was alight, and each pore felt as though he held a single flame, enough to flush her skin. She reached up, brushing her thumb slowly across her lower lip and closing her eyes. She let out a shuddering breath, finally letting loose the breath she had been holding. It was hopeless. She was so…
hopelessly in love with him. She let her back lean against whatever was behind her, and she took that moment to catch her breath, she supposed now it was time to contact the bounty hunter. He’d need to see the footage from her comm, she had a good visual on the ships that had flown away from the settlement. Laela had to be on one of them. She tapped her wrist comm and barely allowed Zander to speak before she barked out an order.
“Send me the information to get a hold of this Shadow. And tell me, what is left of the settlement?”
“Well, my men are handling it now. They’re just having a bit of… fun with the survivors.” Zander must have assumed the extra bits would please Gehenna, bit it had only aggravated her.
“Quit
dawdling. You have quite a bit of responsibility and you must handle it with grace. You’re not allowed to act like a prattling child anymore and your men must mirror your image, am I understood?” She fired back.
“Well, I--”
“
Am I understood?!”
“Yes ma’am! I’m sending you the information for the Bounty Hunter now, best of luck on your hunt, Officer Leoncah.” he added, admittedly a bit glad to be rid of the terrifying woman.
“Do not assume this is the last time you will hear from me. You must be babysat…” She rumbled before ending communications and waiting for the information. The only thing left now, was to contact Shadow.
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