Tekkan Raas

With a smirk he lowered his face down to Alora's and pressed his lips against hers, sofly at first before deepening the kiss and drawing her closer. He placed his hands on her hips, slipping his thumbs underneath the fabric of her shirt as he slowly ran his hands upward; the roaming nature of his touch removing her shirt as he tossed it aside. Deft hands removed his coat as Alora nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt and let it hit the ground; the Hunter picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his torso. Gently his kiss moved from her mouth and ran along the side of her neck and collarbone in an increasingly downward trek as he pressed her up against the wall with his body. "Any time when I'm not in your embrace is an eternity." There was no deception in his viridian eyes... Raas meant every word of it and she knew he did because it came off of the Hunter in waves through the Force. He had missed her... for the first time in his life, he had actually missed another. Strong hands caressed bareskin as the rogue explored the softness of Alora; that gentle stare never leaving the smoldering passion of her violet eyes. In that moment he kissed her, his touch delicate, as if he was afraid she'd shatter away from him... one beautiful moment of innocence amonst the burning desire he felt at his core for her. "Show me that you missed me," he said softly. "I know I intend to show you..."

The smile on his face widened as Alora flung herself into the arms of her hunter; her legs wrapping around his waist as Tekkan placed his hands on the underside of her upper thighs in order to hold her in place. Desire flared from the depths of his emerald eyes as she brought her mouth against his and kissed him deeply, the Hunter pulling her closer as he passionately returned the gesture. When their lips finally parted, Raas spoke as he held their current position. "I won't make you wait that long again if I can help it," he whispered... his voice filled with honesty. "Killing's not exactly a part-time job, some wills to live are harder to break than others." Gently he set her down, her back pressed provacatively against Tekkan's chest as he wrapped his arms around the vixen's waist. As she explained the situation he placed one of his hands on top of her stomach, his fingertips delicately slipping underneath the fabric of her tunic... ever so slightly moving his fingertips downward. "Exodus a father? Well, that would certainly explain the look of dread on his face and the aura of confusion coming off of him in waves. I reckon this wasn't a planned birth and being versed in parenthood isn't one of my talents, but I'd see to deciding on if your lifestyle is the one you want for your child before I'd go off telling 'em of the wonders of the Sith." He paused, his train of thought shifting as he inhaled the scent of Alora's hair. "As much as I enjoy conversation, this'll have to be cut short... the lady and I have a lot of catching up to do. We'll be seeing you in a few days, junior... don't wait up." With nothing more then a simple nod in Exodus' direction, Tekkan took Alora by the hand and the two made their way elsewhere; the look in the Hunter's eyes saying everything that was on his mind. With a few directions from his lover, the two found a more private place to be in as they entered Alora's personal quarters. With an inviting grin, the Hunter hit the control panel command to close the door behind them as she lead him by the hand...

The Imperial officer had been helpful as he had hoped, apparently the fellow had his own encounters with the Sith a few times and knew that it could be hazardous to the wholeness of one's throat and organs to aggravate them. Landing his ship, he hastily made his way towards Alora's presence as he navigated his way through the compoud by her faint taste in the air. After a few minutes of searching he found her... but she was not alone; another was standing close to her... too close for the Hunter's liking. He knew well enough to keep his emotions in check and mentally he blocked them off from the world around him... he wouldn't be received too kindly if he shot a male Sith between the eyes on his first visit to this place. Besides, the Sith was just a boy and had a look about his face of sheer and absolute terror, looks like he had enough problems on his plate already... no need to add a bounty hunter to that list as well. With a casual smirk he approached them, his knee-length black trenchcoat subtly flowing behind him as he walked. "Well." His voice was calm and even, a light-hearted tone to it. "Looks like you didn't miss me too badly, love."

A prismatic burst in the cluster of stars marked a reversion back into real space, Tekkan Raas sitting at the controls of the small ship as he brought it around into an orbital path around Cardia. Alora was here... he could feel her on the surface; her dark presence drawing him to this place. What he felt in his heart would have to be delayed a little longer, the looming presence of Star Destroyers around the planet deterred him from merely barging down through the atmosphere and landing. Clicking his comm, he hailed one of the Imperial's numerous control stations. "I have business with a Sith and it would be in the best interest of my health to not keep her waiting. Any assistance on your part would be dually noted."

OOC: Dude, Tekkan only weighs around 235... you're writing it as if you're fighting a trained Ape. No jokes! >_> --- He stared curiously at his opponent as he referred to him as "Mr. Raas"... something was oddly familiar about the way he said it. He had only come across a handful of Sith in his career, two females and a male; but his opponent was obiviously not a female so that could only leave one option. But that one couldn't be... the Sith Master he met was a man in his late thirties with graying hair; this one was much younger. The smirk... the smirk on his face was the same, though, as well as the tone in his voice. It was him. "John? Christ, everyone's coming out of the woodwork now. What the hell happened, you steal someone's soul and consequently their youth?" Before an answer could be made the Skywalker leapt into the air, Tekkan's escape route compromised as his boots slipped against the slick floor. He paid dearly for his lack of mobility, the heel of the Sith's boot crashing firmly against his collar bone as he felt the marrow and calcium splinter before it completely broke. Fragments tore into the muscle surrounding the bone as Tekkan dropped down to one knee, fists tightly clenched as John used the Hunter as a push off point to perform a backflip to get himself away from danger. "You should be so lucky not to be fighting Ronin. He would have shoved a grenade in your mouth and used the remains of your skull as an ash tray." The Sith leapt at him again, Raas twisting his body at the last instance to turn John's offensive move into a mere glancing blow. The momentum was still enough to knock him off of his feet and again send the pair spiraling across the floor as the engines of a starfighter activated inside of the hangar and began to spin around wildly. Tekkan was the first to get to his feet, emerald eyes ever present to the starfighter as its jet stream darted across the blast doors, igniting its surface temperature but the doors held strong. Though he didn't know how many more passes it could withstand... luckily the fighter was moving away from the blast doors... directly towards he and John. "You wouldn't mind telling me what a Sith is doing stealing from a casino, would you? I thought you guys were all about killing and galactic domination. Theft seems a little petty to you guys." He lashed out with his right leg, furiously striking the outside of John's left knee as the joint moved inward and a distinctive *crack* filled the air. The fighter spun wildly out of control closer to them, Raas grabbing the shirt of the man and perfectly timing a fall backwards as he used the mass of his body to propel John directly into the body of the fighter as it passed over them. The Sith's upper chest, neck and temple collided forcefully with it at an awkward angle; though non-fatal in it's nature it was definitely a disabling one. Skywalker didn't move, whether he was playing opossum or legitamitely knocked out was another story.

OOC: Indeed... nothing like a drunken Casion brawl. --- The sensation of having the air in his lungs forcefully removed came over Tekkan as the strength behind the Sith's strike caused him to double over, desperately gasping for oxygen. Before a recovery could be made the dark warrior used another desperation move as the brunt of his forehead collided with the Hunter's jaw; his teeth clicking together violently as his tongue became the innocent by-stander caught in the crossfire... a small sliver of the left side of the muscle being completely ground off by his molars. Maniacly Tekkan Raas began to laugh as a tiny scarlet river began to drip down his chin as he smiled the casual smirk that was his trademark... finally there was a challenge to be had. His raw connection to the Force was slowly transferring the pain he felt into sheer strength and fury to be used for later; the dual smashes of his forehead unto the floor only further adding to fuel the fire that was beginning to rage. The Sith held Raas in a peculiar restraining hold, with John's foot pressed against the side of his neck and the dark being grasping each of Tekkan's arms at the wrist and attempting to pull them up in order to snap his neck. There was a flaw in that plan, as the Sith Master quickly realized the young hunter he pinned against the flow was far stronger then him; so much in fact that even though John held the superior position the Hunter was pulling his upper body down towards him. Tekkan was lying on his back starring straight up at John as the change in advantage was occuring, the thought of recognizing the man quickly dancing across his thoughts. "Be lucky I don't fight like a coward... I was tempted to just shoot you in the face with a sniper rifle, but where's the fun in that?" But he was never one for reflection and that showed as the trenchcoat-clad mercenary raised his leg and swiftly kicked his opponent in the throat... gurgling sounds filling the chaotic air. Rolling on his shoulder, Tekkan regained his footing... pausing to spit a crimson loogie onto the floor and smile through bloodied teeth. "What, no quip? You fight a Sith you expect a little trash talking but you're acting like you've got something caught in your throat." Twisting his upper body he delivered a kung fu style backhand across John's face with his armored right gauntlet; following through with the momentum to spin completely and deliver a left punch directly into the base of his neck. "Oh wait... that was my boot." Before another strike or exchange could be made, a woman screaming became increasing louder and closer as a petite blonde woman suddenly came sliding up to them. The fire-prevention foam had proved incredibly slippery and the momentum of her slide caused her to barrel through both John and Tekkan, successfully knocking both off their feet and onto their asses. The mass of the Hunter had stopped further forward progression on her part and he came damn close to landing on top of her and he would have had he not shifted his weight at the last moment. Laying on his side, he and the woman's faces were just inches apart as he got an astonishingly up close view of her. "Bekka? It's been a while... not since Cloud City where Ob threated to rip my eyes out for looking at you. Looks like you're doing well for yourself, robbing casinos and all." Not waiting for a response, Raas stumbled onto his feet again at the same time John did... both slipping on the fire-prevention foam as they wildly tried to rush at one another. Tekkan fell forward, driving his shoulder into John's stomach as he knocked him to the ground. This fight could prove more difficult then he expected...

A true hunter knew when to fight and when to stalk... the firefight not amusing him in the slightest as he immersed himself in the shadows that had fallen over the Casino. There was a Sith here... the chill of darkside all over the complex as the Hunter merely shrugged off, slowly following the trail of carnage that would lead him to the one he sought. There was no need for a blaster to be drawn, it would do him no good agains this type of prey... a warrior of his skill would have to be dealt with by hand. And his moment came... the Sith had another man pinned down on the ground, his boots holding him in place. His posture and words easily portraying the fact that the Sith had been hunting this man for quite some time. He had the sickening suspicion that both were Force users, but it would make no difference; the fight would just be a little more interesting. Tekkan's mind was free of strife and balanced, no element of hostility coming to him as he gingering moved his hand in the feintest motion towards his belt. In his grasp he held a small grenade, his thumb hitting the silent activation button and the internal timing mechanism counted down. This would have to be done just right. A second before it would detonate Raas hurled it with the full brunt of his strength as it coasted through the air towards the Sith. The move too fast and the grenade beginning the molecular chain reaction of exploding as John Skywalker turned his head and realized what was coming his way. The flash bang grenade detonated a foot from his face, the cascade of light exploding in all directions as Tekkan shut his eyes and quickly turned away as the spectrum of light temporarily overwhelmed the Sith's retinas. Before his body could react to the change Tekkan was on the move, rushing at him full speed as the Hunter leapt into the air and drove his knee viciously into the man's forehead. He hit the ground stomach first, Tekkan already in motion as skin his duracrete as he latched onto the man's belt and back of his shirt as he lifted him into the air. Raas twisted his hips into it, lifting the Sith in a vertical 180 arc through the air the ended with him crashing forcefully onto his stomach once more. Only then did the Sith realize that in his arrogance of tracking the Jedi that the hunter had become the hunted. "Be careful wishing for a man-hunt... the bounty just might be collected a little earlier then you expected."

Since being back at the Link Casino, Tekkan Raas did what he did best: drink himself stupid while gambling profusely. It was a constantly shifting cycle of winning immense amounts of money one game and then the next being near broke... only to win everything back over the next few games just to damn near lose everything again. Being in a profession where hands are "quicker then the eye", he knew when he and others were being scammed by the dealer and he'd use his own subtle tactics to shift the game to a more equal plain, though undoubtedly one where he came out considerally ahead of the others. It was a gift of his, really. On one of his many trips back the bar, the Hunter caught a glimpse of the combat droid he and Ronin had captured. After flipping the bartender a few credits for his drink, Raas figured it'd be in Triple-Helix's best interest if he followed him; its programming would no doubt seem foreign to him. "Here's hoping he doesn't bearhug me again," he mumbled to himself, "the last thing I need in my life is a droid with homoerotic feelings for me."

"Man, for a guy with such tiny nuts you think he'd be more friendly-" The jest about the droid's mechanical schematics was one made in vein, after the damaged machine's pyrotechnic display the Hunter found himself in a "smashing" predicament. Triple Helix locked Tekkan in a bear hug, pinning his arms down by his side as he squeezed, the electrodrivers whirling in a mechanical groan as the world started to fade to black. His breathes came few and far between, his bones bending unnaturally as the entirety of his body ached as his blood rushed desperately back towards his heart, but found the passage to be blocked. The pair tumbled into space, the darkness falling over the man's eyes matching the emptiness within the droid's visor as the machine man experienced a complete systems' failure. With a lack of power, the droid's grip on his lessoned slightly, but he still found the hold to be incredibly effective... though it did grant him a bit more room to breath and he gladly breathed slightly more effectively. With a quick thust of his jetpack, the angle of their spiral changed direction and headed back towards the Grave Breaker ; the Hunter elegantly bouncing off the hull of the ship before entering through the hole in the ship that he entered. With his chin he clicked on the comm in his helmet. "Ronin, put that cigarette out and stop molesting the engine with violence long enough to help me restrain our newest acquisition." Being crushed to death wasn't as pleasant as it seemed, he could no longer feel his left arm and once again the world began slipping to darkness as his lungs burned more intensely with each breath. Rotating his right forearm slightly inward, he clenched his fist to activate the pressure sensitive pad along the inside of his palm, the spring activated blade inside of his gauntlet extending outward through the thin space suit and into the droid's torso. His armor could no longer repair itself and the presence of the blade ripped through wires and hydraulic fluid lines... the droid's lock quickly fading as his fluid pressure dropped and the means to his strength disappeared. As Tekkan pushed the droid away it clattered to the ground in a heap... the Hunter following suit shortly after. The damage to their prey looked worse then it was... with a few hours of work they'd have him up and running again; though it'd take a bit longer for Raas's ribs to heal up.

As a sly smirk crossed the Hunter's face as he watched the droid tumble off of the hull, it was quickly replaced with a string of explitive deletives being broadcast over the comm unit in his helmet as he watched the droid's armor begin to repair itself. A small chuckle was heard as Ronin's laugh echoed through his headset, the pirate finding the situation extremely hilarious... atleast until Tekkan heard a small explosion and the distinct sound of Ronin shouting "I'll see you in hell!", followed by the sounds of a wrench being banged against an engine. "See kids, a wrench can solve any dilemma. Malfunctioning hyperdrive, stubborn bolt, a homeless guy that nobody will miss..." Before another quip could be made, a volley of micro-rockets were launched from his opponent's kneecap and were making their way towards Tekkan incredibly fast. With a slight sigh and a roll of his eyes, the bounty hunter extended his legs and pushed off the hull from his crouched position, drawing his blaster simultaneously and letting a flurry of shots loose. In a blur of motion a pair of the rockets were eradicated by his cover fire, but two still remained... the Hunter using a quick burst from his jetpack to roll out of the way of the incoming assault. It bought him some time, but not for long. As they made syncronized figure eights and came around for another pass, the Hunter once more used a quick thrust of his jet pack to avoid them; another round of blaster fire coming from him. The first of the rockets passed harmlessly over his shoulder, the navigation becoming confused between targets as it collided with the droid's abdomen. The second was vaporized by a bolt from Tekkan, but the impending explosion was too close and the concussion of the blast forcefully launched the Hunter into the side of the ship's hull. "I hate droids... so uncivilized..." As he spent the next moment on the hull, his lungs burned with every movement... his ribs aching with a numbness that caused his emerald eyes to roll into the back of his head. The vacuum of space was no where to be wallowing over meaningless pain, and with that state of mind he willed himself to roll over into a kneeling position and holster his blasters. In a fluid motion he raised his rifle and rested the butt of the gun firmly against his shoulder, training the sight on the dazed droid. Apparently the rocket had made a hole in his abdomen and ever the opportunist, Tekkan pulled the trigger. The rifle he was using was not blaster gas based, it instead found it's ammunition in the form of metal spikes and instantly one was drilled directly into the opening in his opponent. The droid found himself pinned to his ship's outer hull and the natural regeneration of his armor caused the metallic alloy to begin "healing" around the large metal spike, effectively infusing to it for the time being. With a smirk the Hunter loaded another spike into the raildriver and fired the weapon again, this time the spike finding a home in the droid's left forearm. It wasn't nearly as crippling as the abdomen shot, but atleast it would buy him a few more seconds to rethink his strategy.

Even with the restraints of the crash-webbing, the rocket from the droid shook the Hunter good as the blast resonation rocked the belly of the ship and blew a sizeable hole a few dozen yards away from them. Immediately the lifesupport system activated and oxygen masks dropped down, both pirates putting them on to sustain their life. Even through their rapid ascent into dangerous territories, something in the situation didn't feel right... like more was coming. Another explosion ripped through the ship... this one a degree worse then the last. "That crazy bastard's on the hull of his ship shooting at us. Screw this dog-fight, you fix the ship... I'll handle Rusty." Taking off his restraints, the bounty hunter removed his black trenchcoat and made his way over to the space suits hanging in the adjacent corner of the cockpit. He donned the flexible yet protective suit and strapped one of the jetpacks to his back, looking over to Ronin noticing he was taking similiar action. Dropping a fresh power pack in each of his custom blasters, the Hunter looked around his surroundings for something with a bit more firepower. Rummaging through a metallic case he found a rather large rifle, with an ammunition box next to it marked "Giant metal rails". Tekkan merely shrugged. "Ronin, what you do in your spare time is none of my business." Pushing off of the wall with his feet, he floated back over to where Ronin was, who had just finished putting his helmet on. Grabbing a helmet of his own the Hunter kissed the transparisteel glass of the facemask that was level with Ronin's forehead. "Don't worry, baby, I love you no matter how weird you are. Just get this ship fixed or both our asses are done for." Pressing the release to the cockpit door, Raas made his way through the damaged ship and used the rather large hole on the hull to make his way out. Silently he crawled on the outside of the ship, careful to avoid the droid's line of sight until the Hunter was ready to be seen; once the prey had been spotted Tekkan leapt into action. Pushing off of the hull he made a b-line for his opponent, turning on his jetpack for added momentum as he solidly connected with the machine man, ripping his feet free from its grip as he viciously drove him into the hull of his own ship. Shifting his weight, he turned off his jetpack as he righted himself, Tekkan landing in a crouched position. Drawing his blaster he trained it on the recovering droid and drilled a shot into its right shoulder... sparks flashing before the small embers disappeared into the nothingness of the vaccum of space. Before a reaction could be made another shot was fired, this one glancing across the droid's "skull", leaving a deep burn mark across the side of it's faceplate. It was merely a warning shot, one meant to show his opponent that he was facing no push-over...[/i]

OOC: Sorry for my delay. When you lose the spark to write, RP becomes monolithic in stature... --- With a curious look at the data disk that Ronin tossed him, Tekkan merely shrugged and tucked the small device into his coat pocket. The two were quiet for the most part as they made their way towards Ronin's ship, with the exception of a dirty joke or two whenever they passed a reasonably attractive yet grossly underdressed female patron at the Casino. As they approached his ship, the Grave Breaker, the landing ramp lowered and the pair boarded it; both making their way to the cockpit. As the ship left the hangar and made it's way into free space, the Hunter turned to Ronin and posed a question. "So, is this gonna be one of those trips where I have the opportunity to get my violence on?" ((To the space thread, dood...))

Staring at the the jackass in the box, Tekkan merely shrugged as he put out his cigarette in the man's forehead. As the poor bastard screamed in pain, the Hunter merely shrugged his shoulders as he addressed Ronin. "I hope torturing some slacker isn't the only thing I showed up to do."

OOC: Jeez, give a dude break. I'm don't post for one day and suddenly I'm narcleptic and impaled with a fork. --- As a utensil was hurled at his forehead, the Hunter responded with a simple roll of his neck to avoid a near fatal collision. With a slight smirk, he looked at the father to be as he gathered himself and talked to the soon to be mother of his child. "For the record, you have to believe in luck to be jinxed and in this life I've found there's no such thing as luck. And secondly, you can count me." Leaning back in his chair, the bounty hunter propped his feet up on the table. "So when do we get started?"

Taking silent note of the internal crisis Zara was experiencing, Tekkan kept his thoughts focused on what Ronin was saying. "It appears we've both lucked out. I met a Sith seductress who kicks lots of ass and knows the business well. Who knew scoundrels like us would ever settle down?" Putting another bite in his mouth, Tekkan pondered the pirate's last phrase as he tried to imagination what kind of stunts he had in mind to pull. Realizing who he was talking to, a world of endless possibilities concerning uncivilized conduct flooded his mind. "Guys like us are always on the same side, Ronin, it's just we never aspire for the same goal. That's beside the point, you've got my attention. So tell me, what kind of hits does a Pirate King dream about?"