The Short Fic Weekly Challenge Thread!
View Single Post
07.02.2012 , 08:00 AM |
Bounty Hunter....spoilers, kinda, not really...
Braden strode out onto a ledge and pulled out his scope, he saw the mark, he widened his search and spied two of the hunters he had hired, they were big men, typical, gruff, bravado, only a small handful ever ended up being worth their reputation. He searched a little harder for the third hunter.
The mark was brandishing a rifle, trying his very best to get the hunters to back down. He did have a hefty bounty on his head. The two hunters dropped, dead weight, Braden could hear them fall from his vantage point, he felt himself smiling, out walked the third hunter.
In the Cantina Braden had been skeptical when this rail thin girl accepted the challenge he had put out, she looked younger then the age she claimed to be, and it could have been a lie, but Braden couldn’t tell, he could usually tell if someone was lying by their eyes, problem was this little girl didn’t have any. Miraluka, he had never seen one that wasn’t a Jedi. He had accepted her, he had been impressed by one tiny girl already in his life, he’d give her a chance, Mako would be pleased. Although she looked like the weight of some armor would break her. The two large men had leered at her, telling her she would look better in a dancing costume then in durasteel, and when one had tried to lay hands on her, he had walked away with a broken finger.
She now stepped over them and approached the mark, almost relieved to see her, she smiled sweetly, blonde hair tussled by the wind. She got in close, Braden couldn’t tell what she was saying, but he did see her hand go to her blaster. The bounty was to be brought in alive, the mark owed Braden a lot of credits, but the girl had seen something even Braden had missed, without shifting her gaze off the mark, she shot the hunter between the eyes as he struggled to his feet. The mark was still staring at the dead hunter when she froze him. The second hunter was coming to, she stepped on his neck forcing him down, Braden guessed he also had a broken finger. A moment later he had also been gifted with a smoking hole between the eyes.
Braden smiled, she was perfect, she might actually win this thing! She had amazing instincts, he climbed down from his vantage point, she turned around, lifting her pistol momentarily at the sound. He lifted his datapad, pressed the transfer button.
“You have a name girl?”
“Ava” Her voice was low, rough, sultry almost, coming out of that lithe little body. Braden checked himself, he could be her grandfather, damn, she was good.
“Ava, I have a proposition for you.”
She listened, and when Braden finished, he was graced with a slow sexy smile that could melt Hoth.
Force of Wills
Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind