“Actually, they are remarkably comfortable,” Lucine replied as she skidded to a halt a few feet in front of the multi-chromatic MagnaGuard. “I do not suppose that if I told you where I got them then you would let me go free?”
“Honey, please,” GR-1N-DR scoffed as it spun the electro-staff with a flourish. “As if I'd want to dress like a depressed hooker!”
Lucine narrowed her eyes at the catty droid, before darting a quick glance over her shoulder. 'Morgan's' offer had attracted an undue amount of attention; an unsettling number of unsavory types were eyeing her greedily while reaching for their weapons. So, he can extend his illusions to multiple people? Impressive!
The sound of a clanking step in front of her interrupted her thoughts, and she jumped back in time to barely avoid a blow from the MagnaGuard's weapon. She shifted slightly to the left, trying to edge around the droid so that she could keep an eye on her would-be pursuers, but the MangaGuard simply altered its stance to bar her movement.
Her mind raced as she considered her options. The nearest of her pursuers was a hulking Gamorrean who was currently striding toward them, carrying a massive vibro-axe over one shoulder. He used his bulk to push through the crowd, meaning he would be upon them momentarily. Instinctively, she wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her lightsaber but quickly released it. There was no telling how this crowd would react if she were to start waving it around. Best to simply let this play out for the moment.
“Well, I could see how that would clash with the walking-eyesore look you currently have going on,” Lucine replied at last as the Gamorrean closed the distance.
“Back off, ya walkin' tin can, tha' bounty's mine,” the porcine humanoid grunted as he waved his axe threateningly toward GR-1N-DR.
“What did you just say?” the MagnaGuard gasped, his attention focused entirely on Lucine.
“I said you look like an eyesore,” the Sith replied in an offhand voice as she moved slightly to place herself closer to the Gamorrean. “Like your chassis was decorated by a blind two-year-old who has consumed too much glitterstim.”
“Honey, I'll have you know that I look amazing,” the MagnaGuard retorted.
“Oy! Are you two listening ta me?” the Gamorrean bellowed.
“Amazingly like you were caught in a paint factory explosion,” Lucine amended. “Really, darling, do you have any idea how incredibly tacky you look?”
“As if I am going to take fashion advice from some tart who thinks black is the only color on the spectrum!” GR-1N-DR huffed.
At last, the Gamorrean had had enough. With a grunt, he hefted his vibro-axe and swung it toward the droid.
“Rude! Can't you see we were having a conversation?” the MagnaGuard said as it brought its weapon up to defend. Vibro-axe clashed against the electro-staff with a crash and a flare of sparks before GR-1N-DR managed to shove the bounty-hunter away. The droid swung its head in time to see the Sith hurrying away. “And you! Get back here so I can beat some fashion sense into you!”
“Perhaps another time,” Lucine replied. She gave him a cheery wave before breaking into a run. The MagnaGuard cursed loudly, but before he could pursue, the Gamorrean gave a loud squealing battle cry even as he swung his vibro-axe once more. The droid quickly brought its staff to bear, deflecting the axe from its vital processors even as it left a long scratch along the side of its chassis.
“Ugh, this will take forever to buff out!” GR-1N-DR said as it whipped the staff around, landing a ringing blow alongside the Gamorrean’s head. It did not wait to see if its attack had any effect, instead turning to take off after the Sith.
Lucine wove through the crowd, moving as fast as she could despite the mass of humanity. She did not know how long it would take the droid to defeat the Gamorrean, but she figured it would be best to make haste. The rapidly approaching sound of metallic footsteps behind her warned her of pursuit, moments before the Force screamed a warning. She abruptly slowed her paced and ducked low as an electro-staff passed over her head, missing by a hair’s breadth.
“You are so very lucky you did not mess up my hair,” she told the MagnaGuard as it whirled around to face her.
“It would only be an improvement,” GR-1N-DR replied cattily.
“Please, darling, you cannot improve upon perfection,” Lucine said. She took a deep breath, feeling the icy touch of the Dark Side of the Force as she used it to augment her muscles. A quick glance over her shoulder proved that a couple of bounty hunters were catching up, including the huffing and puffing Gamorrean. “But you? The only improvement I could suggest would be to toss you into a trash compactor. At least you would be less annoying.”
“You’d know all about being annoying!” the MagnaGuard snapped as it swung its staff toward her.
The Sith spun away, moving around a Mandalorian that was slowing down to grab her. She used her momentum to push him toward the droid. The staff impacted upon his helmet with a loud crack before the Mandalorian crumbled to the ground.
“Not as much as one might think. But you are teaching me so very much,” Lucine said with a sweet smile.
“So, I gotta know. Does the smug schutta act manage to land you many dates? Because your looks sure aren’t doing anything for you.” The droid closed, aiming a quick strike toward her head. As she ducked, GR-1N-DR switched course, sweeping her feet out from under her. She fell, striking her head on the pavement.
“I will thank you to leave my personal life out of this!” Lucine snapped. She tried to ignore the ringing in her ears as she aimed a Force-augmented kick at the droid’s knee articulation. Her boot connected with a crunch that forced the MagnaGuard to shift its stance, even as it swung its staff in a downward arc. The Sith rolled, and the staff collided harmlessly with the pavement.
Hastily, Lucine got to her feet to see the Gamorrean standing a few feet away, trying to catch his breath. “Go get it, darling. You are sure to succeed,” the Sith told the porcine humanoid, offering him a nod of encouragement even as she worked to brush the dust off of her dress. The Gamorrean needed no further encouragement. He straightened and hefted his axe once more, before fixing a beady-eyed glare on GR-1N-DR.
The MagnaGuard’s photoreceptors turned toward the Gamorrean and it sniffed with disdain. “Oh, you again?”
The mercenary did not bother to reply. Instead it closed, bringing the vibro-axe down in a devastating overhead strike. GR-1N-DR moved to dodge but found its movements slowed by the damage Lucine had caused to its knee. Metal shrieked against metal as the blow landed solidly, sending the droid tumbling backward. It immediately began trying to right itself, despite its hampered movements.
Lucine allowed herself a small smile as she started to hurry away from the scene, only to find herself face to face with a Rodian, a Wookiee, and a rather dim-witted looking Human, each with weapons trained on her. Blast, I took too long in my escape!
“Well, looks like you caught me,” she said with more confidence than she felt as she raised her hands to prove that she was unarmed. None of the three bounty hunters spoke as the Human stepped forward and began to roughly pat her down for weapons. “There is no need for that, darling,” the Sith said with a touch of annoyance as she drew upon the Force and brought it to bear against the man's mind. “I do not have any weapons.”
The man's hand paused before it reached the lightsaber clipped to her belt. He hesitated, before withdrawing his hands. “She's not armed,” he growled to his companions before shoving her forward. They moved away from the Gamorrean and the MagnaGuard, who were still fighting.
They returned to the alley where Turel was waiting. The Human kept his weapon trained on her, while the other two stood guard against any who might try to steal their bounty.
Lucine offered the Warden a brilliant smile as she approached. “Long time no see, darling,” she purred, as if she was not being marched back to him at gunpoint.
“Good work,” Turel said, maintaining his Shroud Queen illusion as he spoke to the trio of bounty hunters. “I'll take custody of the prisoner from here.”
“Sure, sure,” the Human said. “Just as soon as we get our money.”
“Ah,” Turel said after a brief pause as he did a quick assessment of how much cash he was carrying. “Yes, of course. 10,000 credits it is.”
Lucine raised an eyebrow, having caught the hesitation in his voice. “Only 10,000? But, darling, did you not say that it would be 10,000 credits to the first person who brought me to you? Why, by my count, it should be 30,000 credits.”
“Uh,” the Human cast a confused look at her before nodding his head vigorously. “Yeah. Yeah! 30,000 credits! ‘Coz there’s three of us!”
The Warden gave her a dark look. “Of course. I will give you the money as soon as we return to my ship.”
“Why not now?” Lucine asked innocently. “Surely 'The Shroud Queen' has easy access to that amount of funds. Unless, of course, you are not really The Shroud Queen.”
“Huh?” the mercenary looked at her blankly.
“That is not Morgan, darling,” Lucine said, her words laden with the Force. “Just a very convincing fake.”
The mercenary's eyes went blank for a moment before he leveled his blaster at Turel. “Who are you?”
“That is not necessary,” Turel said soothingly, allowing the Force to lend weight to his words. “I am exactly who I claim to be. And I will pay you the full amount just as soon as we get her aboard my personal ship.”
“Uh,” the man's eyes went glassy as Turel's words vied with Lucine's within his mind. His hesitation was enough to draw concerned looks from his companions.
“You okay, boss?” the Rodian asked. As he spoke, Lucine took advantage of their distraction to weave an illusion over the Warden, superimposing his actual image overtop of his own illusion within the Wookiee’s mind. The furry bounty hunter roared as Morgan's form seemed to shift and alter before his eyes, shifting to that of a bearded, middle-aged man, and aimed his bowcaster at the Warden.
“Now, there is no need for violence,” Turel said, slowly.
“I quite agree,” Lucine said. “How about if we all go to The Ball? Surely someone over there could clear things up.” As she spoke, she offered the Warden a small smirk.
Positive Takeaways
There was a lot to like in this post, and not much to harp on. The premise works well, and Lucine and Grinder are an absolute joy to read together.
Can Be Improved
There were two syntax things, one of them admittedly a bit nitpicky. It’s ‘sidestreet’ or maybe ‘side street,’ but the usage gods indicate that it’s not hyphenated. Less nitpicky is this:
I ran it by Atra for a sanity check, and we both had the understanding that Lucine was trying to get the bystanders’ attention by raising the volume of her voice. The problem is, octave refers to pitch, not volume.