The Short Fic Weekly Challenge Thread!
View Single Post
12.21.2012 , 08:43 PM |
Prompt: Laws and Governance
Characters: Bounty hunter Leer and Gault
No spoilers. Set on Nar Shaddaa at no particular point in the story line.
I was most likely inaccurate in my descriptions of the law but oh well.
The lights come on.
'Everyone stay calm. We are looking for the bounty hunter known as 'Leer' to arrest her for one hundred and thirty two counts of murder, four counts of theft, causing explosions that endangered lives on twenty three accounts, one account of attempting to cause a life endangering explosion-'
Gault glances at me with indulgent surprise at this before his eyes continue to quickly scan the scene of rising chaos that the security force have caused. Dancers are taken away by bouncers, the band is the first to go, and the patrons are left to half stand in a flurry and worry or attempt to hide in the few shadows left.
'We all have our off days,' I whisper. I keep my eye on the leader and assess his six subordinates.
'-of arson, continual violent disorder, three counts of contamination of goods with-'
'I found an exit, sweet heart.' I glance at Gault but shake my head.
'I'm enjoying listening to this. Bringing back a lot of good memories of being on Nar Shaddaa.' Gault looks at me with confused disgust and a hopeless shake of his head. 'How big do you think the data file on me is?'
'I'm sure it's long enough that you don't need to make it any longer right now,' he replies with urgency.
'Oh, I don't know. Maybe I can set a new record.'
'I'm sure you already have.' He starts to fidget agitatedly. 'If we leave now I'll let you kill ten people on the way back to our safe and warm ship,' he persuasively whispers.
'Relax, they've got a while to go still.' Gault rolls his eyes in reply but surprisingly stays. Surprised he didn't slip out as soon as the lights came on.
'-king threats to kill, sixty seven accounts of using explosives to cause grievous bodily harm, unlawful collection of information for-'
The leaders subordinates start to shift uncomfortably though their eyes continue to search for me. The patrons start to whisper louder and louder, their eyes also searching for me. Glad I didn't decide to wear durasteel tonight.
'And is letting me off the leash you don't hold really the best offer you can make?' I ask curiously, reclining into the booths cushions.
'Under the circumstances, yes. I want to get away from you more than closer to you, babe.'
'I should have fools try to arrest me more often then,' I wryly reply. He smiles and rolls his eyes.
'-finally, ten counts of manslaughter. Will the offender known as 'Leer' please step forward.'
'Nothing for it now, babe. You're on your own.' And just like that, Gault disappears. Surprised he gave me the heads up. Wouldn't be the first time he left without warning.
I sigh and do the only thing I can - I step forward.
'You know, I didn't even know there was law enforcement on Nar Shaddaa. How much is it going to cost for you to leave here without leaving a stain behind?'
'We can't be bought,' calls the human male who is obviously there superior and has been reading the list for the past five minutes. The other's in the police force look at him in disbelief and surprise. Seems to be news to them.
'Seems like your peers don't agree. This dress cost me three thousand credits. I'll pay you half of that much for you lovely officers to not leave a stain on my dress. How does that sound?'
One brave young man at the back nods his head. His superior notices the motion and glares at him.
'I repeat that we cannot be bought.' Hmm, he seems persistent and his stance suggests that this true. However, by the others reaction it makes me assume this isn't usually the case. I'm assuming this is personal. Wonder which family member I killed.
'Seems your peers don't share that opinion either.' I look at them each in turn, walking slowly closer. 'I will give you each two hundred credits to leave now.' They hesitate and glance at their superior. 'Or you can stay and die with your foolish captain.'
The one who nodded steps forward first and takes the money I offer. And then the other five swoop and my hand is empty.
'So what will it be: take my money or join the list as only another statistic?'
The leader hesitates. Then a decision enters his eyes and he moves to draw his gun. He falls dead before it leaves his belt. I put my gun back in its holster.
I walk up to him, nudge the body with my shoes heel and drop two hundred credits on his chest.
'For the cleanup crew,' I call to the bartender over my shoulder.
I turn the lights off as I leave.