Competition: Reckoning!

Maximus Alvin's was walking down the hallway of his favorite cantina enjoying the evening on a lovely Saturday night. Fresh off some previous Imperial scouting missions with coin in hand, he decided he was ready to wind down a bit with some drink and good music. Approaching the back rooms where the live band was he noticed a figure quickly approaching his right. Within seconds his senses were spiked and he realized this was no stranger running to the bathroom after engaging in too much boozing antics. As he sharply turned igniting his lightsaber to illuminate the foe, he realized it was an old bounty hunter named Malia. She was a gorgeous creature of human orgin, but with a history as fierce as the worst scum in the galaxy. She was raised by mercenaries after they pillaged her village as a toddler. Raised by the eldest of Clans, she would become one of the most feared for her beauty, combat prowess, and ability to sneak upon her prey. Her love for the coin was her biggest drive in life and her services could be easily traded to the highest bidder regardless if the original bidder became the victim. She had been hunting Maximus for years after a chance encounter 2 years prior in a Cantina where Maximus utilized his unamusing charm to chase her. It was something she wasn’t flattered in, but it was in his own embarrassment she saw perfection in him. The two would go on a short term affair for the next few months, until one day she received a bounty. The offer was listed for Maximus from a unknown source who did not approve of their relationship. Was it a jealous rival of the two, or someone who truly wanted to see the Jedi all gone. Either way the offer was too good for Malia to pass up. She decided there are plenty of fish in the sea and Maximus is one of many. However due to his own intelligence he had already vanished from their living corridor and stole their 3 legged pet to boot. She was furious. Fast forward 2 years later and 2 second within striking distance and Maximus mind is all flashing with these thoughts. Within a second he launches a jacket at Malia which smacks her in the face. She then stops staring at the jacket asking “What is this”. Maximus replies “That is Foofy, she passed away two years ago and I didn’t have the heart to tell you since you were head over hills snuggling with her at night. I took her to the nearest shop to have her fur remade into this amazing jacket for you to remember Foofy by, but you had already left.” Malia looked in shock, pick up the jacket, smelled it and then reached out for Maximus to hug. All the while Maximus knew he didn’t really do that. He grabbed the jacket from some homeless thug digging through the garage outside when he sensed her presence in the Force. The disgusting smell of the trash coating the jacket was enough to fool Malia’s senses of the smell of the disgusting Foofy. The two would disappear in the Cantina for the night, but this time Maximus knew it would only be a night with the crazy Malia.