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The Hunter and his bounty (Findarato and Candira)

Findarato

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Jan 31, 2010
Alister Solaris studied the picture of his target. Besides knowing what she looked like, and the general area of where she as, Alister knew very little about her. When he had received the mission from the Alliance, they only told him of a few of her exploits. It made him skeptical of why they were paying him so much to capture her.

As long as they paid him nicely, he didn't care. He had no loyalty to the Alliance as long as they paid the best. It only left him wondering why such a hefty price for a woman who didn't seem very formidable in the things that she had done (at least what they had told him she had done) or looked dangerous.

None of it made him lose any sleep or frustrate him, with the exception that he did not know of her whereabouts. All he was told was that she was on a planet in the outskirts of the Galaxy. He had been there for a few days with no sign of her, asking around in various cities in hopes to hear something. Nothing. In all desperation he found himself sitting at a bar, not expecting to find her but just to enjoy a drink.

He set the picture into his black vest carefully as so that no one would notice and gave the rest of his attention to his drink, lifting it to his lips and finishing the rest of it in one gulp. Alister looked fairly normal, he wore a black vest over a plain white shirt, and grey cargo pants. All the normalities went away when one saw his backside- there was a lengthy, slim blade strapped across his back diagonally. A pistol on his hip, staying on his person by a belt, didn't help him look any more friendly. Had it not been for the weapons, he seemed very approachable. He seemed young, maybe in his mid twenties. His skin was sun kissed, a tanned white that only made his blue eyes shine out more against the whiteness of his eyes and his skin. His hair, like his skin, was tanned in color. It was close between a dirty blonde and a light brown.
 
Kelly Luna had managed to stay off the radar for much longer than she'd expected. She imagined it had something to do with the way she looked--innocent, delightful, beautiful. But there was a tinge of hotness to her that made men lust after her in ways she didn't like to think of very often. At least not if she wasn't bored and lonely. She was aware that she was being tailed, but there was only so much running one could do before rest is needed. So Kelly found her way on this planet, biding her time until she felt she could go on again. She was downing her third drink when the obvious Alliance hire came in through the door.

Sure, the town was no stranger to tourists, but locals could see trouble when it came to them, and so could she. Just the quality of his clothes alone was a giveaway, not to mention the blatant weaponry. So obvious. She'd even caught him looking at a picture that he hid carefully. No doubt it was hers. No point in getting upset about it. She supposed it was really just a matter of time. Still, she wasn't sure if she could smooth talk her way out of this one.

Kelly didn't look like she would hurt a fly. There was a kind sort of peace to her face that put people at ease right away. Her smiling blue eyes stood out nicely in a pretty face that had the perfect size nose and full lips. She was simply beautiful. Her hair was a rich chestnut color--sort of like a liquor, fiery, but brown at the same time. At the moment it reached down her back in beautiful waves of soft, loose curls. And then there was her body. She wasn't perfect, but she could make a man stop in his tracks.

She was tall with long, curvy legs that ran into a tight ass and small waste--though she still looked healthy. And her chest was perfectly proportionate to her body--just big enough to be enjoyed to the fullest. The body in question was wearing tight jeans, a pair of high heeled boots and a sexy black shirt. She stretched, paid her tab and finished her drink before she got up and headed to the dance floor where people were already tearing it up.
 
Alister found himself glancing around with the lack of anything else to do. When he looked over his shoulder, he noticed an attractive female moving towards the dance floor. The unusual tone of her hair gave it away, but he retrieved the picture from his vest to make sure. He checked over his shoulder once more to confirm it was her. And it was.

He couldn't believe his luck. She was in the same building as him. Then it dawned on him that she had been here for a while and he hadn't noticed her. An outlaw of her caliber was probably weary of those hunting her, and he found himself surprised that he had run into her at the bar. He sat there, watching his hands folded on the counter of the bar. He tried to figure out if she had seen him. If she had, she would know who he was for what he was. The arms he carried gave it all away and he suddenly regretted even carrying them. Any outlaw of her status would know of a person around them with such weapons, it was just a habit.

That didn't stop Alister from motioning the the bar tender, removing his weapons to make himself look more innocent in case if she hadn't seen him earlier. There was no point in trying to capture her here, he would have a fight on his hands and the local authorities would be all over him for 'disrupting the peace.'

There wasn't much peace as he went to the dance floor, the music was loud and blazing, Alister could hardly hear himself breathe. It was hard to fit in as well, for a planet with mostly small, asian humans inhabiting it, Alister found himself head and shoulders above most of those attending the dance floor. That made it easier for him, because it wasn't long until he was face to face with his target. Despite his large frame, he danced with ease to the upbeat music, his hips moving easily to its sound as well as his hands shaking out in front of him to maintain rhythm with the beat. After a few moments of watching and dancing in front of the person he wanted to capture, he found himself shouting to be heard above the music, "What's your name?"
 
It wasn't hard to find her in the crowd. She wasn't an Amazon, but she was a good deal taller than a lot of the people on the dance floor. It wasn't a question of finding the beautiful girl. It was a question of getting to her. That was made easier, she noted, when he wasn't wearing those ridiculous weapons. She was dancing with another little group of women, her body moving in perfect time with the rhythm--hips, arms, and legs. She spun around in a circle, only realizing that he was there when he yelled for her name.

She shook her head at the request, pointing to the speakers and shrugging before bouncing and twirling to another techno beat that came booming through the sound system. It wasn't going to be that easy to get her on his side. She would, however, mock him. Grinning, she danced around him and managed to get a trio of other girls to join in with a few glances. Soon, he was surrounded with pretty women, all dancing around him in a ring. A few were quite openly interested. Others were merely in it for the fun of dancing. Of course it would take him a moment to realize that she was no longer in the ring that was circling him. In fact, she was nowhere to be found. At least not on the dance floor.
 
Alister found himself incredibly annoyed when she motioned that she couldn't hear him. Bitch, he thought to himself, glaring at the back of her head before she turned away. He assessed what was going on, still trying to figure out if she knew who he was or not. The way she looked at him was unclear, not giving anything away. His thought process was also momentarily distracted by several attractive woman dancing around him, and he had to remind himself why he was here. Once his head was cleared, he realized that Kelly was no where to be found.

He stopped dancing abruptly, appearing very awkward in the group of people and immediately starting to push his way out of the crowd, which was an even harder task to be be done with the way the girls had latched her arms around his own. "Get off," he mumbled weakly before jerking his arms away, successfully getting out and then looking around. She was still no where to be found.

He strode to the bar with urgency, retrieving his weapons while quickly scanning the bar, still no sign. He quickly bolted for the door, hoping he could catch a glimpse of her if she had gone outside. If he stood at the door at least, she would run into him that way.
 
Fortunately for him, the sly minx hadn't gone far at all. In fact she was already outside lighting up with a few of the locals. She smiled to herself and took a nice long drag as she leaned against the side of the building with a rather large group of guys. None of them looked like they were to be trifled with. Still, nice girl that she was, Kelly invited him into the den of tigers. "Want a smoke?" she asked congenially. As though she wasn't aware that if he so much as blinked at her the wrong way he'd be flat on his ass. Oh, yes, she was well aware that she held the upperhand. And as long as she was on the planet, she probably would. Still, given the amount of time it had taken him to follow after her, even amidst all the prettiest girls in there, she would bet that she would run out of fun tricks before he ran out of determination. Why was it always the young, good-looking ones?

That sweet smile stayed glued on her face as she waited for him to answer her and held back a chuckle. He really was kind of cute when he was flustered. Maybe she should go a little more easy on him.
 
It was then Alister realized that she had known all along. His brow furrowed heavily, trying to not appear vexed though it was painfully obvious. A few of the men she was around tensed as a result. "Sure," he said, extending his hand out. Before anyone could say anything, he spoke, "The music is loud in there." It was loud and it didn't bother Alister in particular, he merely said it to cover the expression on his face. A few of the men let out nervous chuckles and immediately relaxed. Several were unconvinced, but they did not budge.

Alister leaned his face in with the cigarette in his mouth for her to light it for him. He stared at her. I can't believe she's just standing here right in front of me. She's doing it on purpose just to spite me because she knows I can't do anything about it... Alister took his gaze off of her, glancing at her new companions and wondering how many of them had been in a real fight. Alister figured a few of them had, and he would be able to dispose of them quickly. The sheer numbers of the group was enough to even overwhelm his skillful hands with a blade.
 
"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, though it was painfully clear she was only toying with him. She lit the cigarette and tilted her head as she took another drag. "What'd you ask me anyway?" She asked, leaning back against the wall again. And then she called everyone's attention back to his weapons. "Gee, awfully decked out for just a trip to the bar, aren't you?" And for just one woman, she thought. He really believed she had been dangerous? Maybe in terms of outwitting him, but she certainly didn't intend to harm him as long as he returned the favor. The atmosphere was quickly turned once more to one that was in her favor. Despite the fact that not many of them had been in a real fight before, they'd all be more than willing to stand up for "a gall in trouble." Especially one as pretty as she was.

Still, she didn't want to get anyone into trouble that wasn't necessary. She got the feeling he didn't want to either. So she let it go for now.
 
He nodded as she apologized, though it wasn't really her fault for the loud music. He took a small drag in, taking the time to observe Kelly. Had it been in different circumstances, he may have become friends with her. "Your name," he said, pulling the cigarette out. His eyes flashed at her as it was obvious they both knew he already knew her name. Once again his eyes flashed, this time in annoyance from the way she taunted him about his weapons. "I'm a bounty hunter," he said plainly, wishing to intimidate her. "I carry these around with me all the time, even if I'm in a bar. I've been searching for a target for a few days, I haven't been able to find him," he said with a lofty, feigned sigh before he took the cigarette back into his mouth to take another drag at it. "I think I might have run into him today at the bar, though," he said suggestively, his eyes darting at Kelly's.
 
He really had no idea how much danger he was flirting with. Every person on the patio knew exactly who he was talking about. She really had to hold back a laugh. Instead she just smiled, happy to play along for the time being. "Oh? No wonder I couldn't figure it out. Most other guys on the floor want something else entirely." This, somehow, got a chuckle out of a scattered handful of men in the crowd she'd attracted and voluntarily clung to. It appeared as though he was losing his patience with her little game, but she just couldn't resist a little more needling.

"Oh, my. A bounty hunter, huh? Well, I hope this criminal of yours isn't too dangerous. I'm not sure we'd feel very safe anymore. You know what they say about fear, don't you?" She took another drag and blew out the smoke, staring up at the night sky. "Mmmm, I hope you get your man," she said with a sardonic smile. That line got a laugh out of almost everyone. She looked at him now and raised an eyebrow. "Tell you what. We'll make a trade. My name for yours, cowboy."
 
"Something else entirely?" Alister asked as he raised a brow. "Maybe that's what I want too," he said, the laughter fading away as some of the men stared at him, feeling jealously and wondering where he gathered the balls to speak so suggestively in front of her. "Getting your name first is just more polite and subtle, yes?"

"That's right...by the looks of it, he doesn't seem very dangerous. Nothing to worry about." He held back a sigh as they laughed at him as she joked, suggesting that his 'man' was nothing but his lover. "Hopefully," he said blandly, clearly not amused. The only thought that amused him was the thought of his sword going through the necks of all of these men, and the woman if she was wanted dead, which she wasn't. "My name?" He repeated, finding himself looking at her eyes again, the same color as his own except brighter and more cheerful. He was hesitant, normally he gave out fake names. "Alister Solaris," he said. He was mildly famous for his skill with a sword in the centre of the galaxy, though he wasn't sure if any of these men had heard of him. "And yours?" He asked, trying to appear interested as if he didn't know it already.
 
She smiled and took one last drag of her cigarette, blowing out the smoke slowly. She threw it down and put it out with her boot before walking up to him, looking right up into his eyes, practically daring him to do something. "If that's what you want, maybe you should learn to have some fun. Drop your guard," she said with a little smile. "I'm only teasing, Alister. I'm Kelly Luna, but I'm thinking you knew that already." She chuckled and walked back to the door. "Wanna dance?"
 
A few of the men sounded off, "Oooh," simultaneously, those that didn't were the ones wishing they were Alister right now. "Maybe I will," he said, plowing a puff of smoke into her face after she had walked up to him, flicking his cigarette to the floor and stomping it out. A few of the men raised their eyebrows in question, thinking there was something they didn't know when she said he already knew his name. At her question, Alister said, "Only if you aren't going to play hide and seek with me." He couldn't believe this woman. Not only did she know he was out to get her, she didn't seem to care and only continued to spite him. It made him wonder if she even cared about her own life as he followed her towards the door, the men watching in jealously as he stole their companion away.
 
She chuckled at his riled attempts to get back at her. It didn't really faze her. It wasn't that she didn't care. It was that she was tired of running. So why not have a little fun before she gave in? If anyone would let her get away with it, it was Alister. So Kelly led him back to the floor, intending to just have some fun. She took his hand and gave a nod to the DJ of the house. Instantly, there was a high-energy techno song playing. After a few stationary bounces, her sexy body started to move with the beat. It almost looked choreographed, really. She kept dancing, clearly not running away from him this time around.

The trio from before watched and then joined in as her "back up" dancers. All of this truly proved what an integral part of this place she had become. But now, it was about letting off some steam. She only hoped Alister could keep up with what she tossed his way.
 
Alister's hand applied firm pressure to her hand briefly, reminding her of the harsh reality that he was here for her capture and simply not to just 'dance.' He followed her willingly, blinking as she nodded to the DJ and he played a song on her cue. It annoyed him how much control she had over the place, he hoped that it wouldn't be too much of a fuss to take her off the planet. No doubt many of friends will would try to help her.

Alister's dancing wasn't as smooth or as fluid as before. Before, he had been more focus on finding her and coming in contact with her, and now he didn't need to worry about anything and he found himself staring at her as she danced, weakly going along and finding it difficult to keep up with the fast pace, barely managing. It wasn't that he wasn't capable enough, it was just her body was far too distracting.
 
When the song finally ended, she was panting from her last bit of performance which was difficult to keep up with even for herself. Noticing that a lot of people looked winded, the DJ put another song on--still high energy, but not quite so fast. People who hadn't been dancing--merely watching--gave a round of applause at Kelly's performance, but also because it was a song they loved. The trio of dancers left Kelly to her own defenses as she stared down her opponent.

From what she had seen so far, he was agile and adaptive--enough to keep up with her for the most part. He was still distracted by something. Whether it was his own thoughts, her dance, or her body, she was not sure. Still, the queen of the locals was impressed with him. Seeing as the new song was meant for dancing with a partner, she began to move her body in a much more manageable way that could easily be built off of. she had made it painfully clear that she was fast, graceful, flexible, and clever. But she was also showing him that she was not strong. Nor was she particularly willing to leave so soon. Still, she wasn't putting up much of a fight. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying dancing with him now that she actually was.

Many a jealous eye were locked onto him. She only hoped that looks couldn't really kill. He'd be dead seven times over.
 
Alister ignored the applause while feeling annoyed. It was obvious who the applause was directed for- his target. She could not keep up this game forever, he would have to wait and bide his time until they were somewhere that there would be no fuss over her capture. If he did as much as touch her in the wrong way here, there would be multiple people around him to hold him back.

The next song was easier for Alister to manage despite wearing his sword and gun, and he was able to keep up without trying. The way she danced was odd, it was clear she was trying to convey something to him, and it was even clearer that she was not very strong. It made Alister want to drag her out of the building and to his ship, he was tired of wasting time here. She would not put up much of a fight. He glanced around, there were too many people still and all of their attention was focused on mainly the two of them much to his displeasure.

He kept waiting, but she did not seem to tire or want to do anything else except dance.
 
She could sense his annoyance, and to be honest, she almost felt a little guilty for putting him through this little bit of toughness. Really, though, given what he was here for--to turn her in and basically seal her fate--she couldn't feel too sorry. Especially when she was setting him up perfectly. She'd been flirting with him. She was showing the room that she did seem to enjoy his company. If they left together, they might be watched, but only to a point. Then again, everyone here now knew that he was a bounty hunter and had known that she was wanted. In fact, most of them knew why she was wanted and were more than happy to hide her.

Kelly smiled and pressed against him a little, leaning in so no one else could hear her over the music. "You should lighten up, Alister. Have a little fun. After all, this is the last time we'll get to be this nice to each other for no good reason for awhile." She winked and kept dancing, much closer than she was before.
 
Alister was uncertain of how many persons in the bar knew who he was and that he was here for her, they would possibly attempt to defend her had it not been the sword on his back.

"There's no point in having fun," he whispered back to her, his eyes watching her own sternly. "I came here to take you away, not to make friends." Unlike how he had been outside, Alister was very frank and wasn't going to toy with her for very much longer. "You might as well get used to captivity while you can." Alister was unsure of how she would respond, he was still unsure of her crimes and what she did, and he was fairly certain that she was not all that dangerous. It made him wonder why such a price was on her head. "Otherwise you're going to get spoiled by all this.." Alister's eyes glanced around, observing his surroundings before finishing his statement "... dancing."
 
"How do you know this isn't an elaborate cage?" she asked him, still closer. "Oh sure, they all love me. But I can't leave," she said with a smile. "I take it you have no idea why you're even here, do you?" she asked, looking right into his eyes. "Well then...serves you right," she said with a smile. Kelly pulled him close and looked up into his eyes. "Just think about it. What could I possibly have to do with the Alliance that would make someone like you come out here. And why would they know exactly where I am, but not come to get me themselves?" She smiled and spun a little, enjoying her semblance of freedom while she could. "You're a smart kid. I'm sure you can figure it out."
 
His eyes stared at her evenly before he said, "There is no such thing as an elaborate cage. A cage is still a cage even if it's one for a king." Alister kept dancing, though it wasn't as steadily to the beat as he listened to her words, more focused on them than the music and those around them. "I..." his eyes squinted at her in the vibrant lights of the dance room. Why would they send him and not their own employee? He wasn't affiliated directly with the alliance himself, though he did abide by their rules and worked for them whenever possible, they paid the most money. For a job like this, and for a target so seemingly harmless, why wouldn't they send out one of their own? "I don't know," he said, studying her face.
 
"Then maybe you should think it over before you take me in. After all, if they don't want the attention, isn't it possible you're in danger?" She kept dancing, never missing a beat, still tantalizingly close to him. "Always question the reason behind your jobs, Alister. It's a rule to live by." She smiled softly and then picked up the pace as another song came on. "I suggest you enjoy the dancing while you can, because I don't think we'll get much of a chance to do it for awhile." She kept her eyes trained on him and kept moving her body.
 
Alister's eyes widen, while he had thought she was referring to a cage for herself while in his captivity, she was hinting that this bar was a cage for him. He took a step back, looking around him again. He did not seem to be in that much dangerous from his immediate perceptions. "I don't even like dancing that much," he hissed at her through the loud music, developing a frown as his brow furrowed downwards. "If this is a trap," he said with warning in his voice, "I will no have no problem making sure you go down with me."
 
"You still don't get it, do you?" She asked, stopping her dancing, panting softly. "If it's a trap, it's not me who set it up." She looked up at him and pulled him close again to stave off suspicions. "Maybe your pals in the Alliance want someone to blame for what happens once I'm out of the picture. Maybe that someone is going to be you." She kissed him softly and smiled up at him. "You have no idea what you walked into on this one. I'm just trying to give you a chance to walk away and let someone else do it." She smiled and then backed away from him, feeling as though she might have pushed him a little too far. Her lips still tingled from the kiss and she wondered if she would ever get a chance to do something like that again.
 
His eyebrow raised, he had his mouth open to say something before she leaned forward and she kissed him. It took a few moments for him to blurt out, "You can't do that!" Her words and the touch of her lips against his own lingered in his mind, breathing more heavily than he should even after the intense dance. "I think you're bluffing!" He said, not thinking rationally and growing angry that she was being so frank and toying with him for so long. He figured what she said might be true, but for some reason he wanted to do it. He wanted to bring this female in. There's no way they would back stab him for all the other bounties he had turned in. "We're leaving," he said firmly, reaching out and taking her wrist in his grip.
 
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