Cat and Mouse [complete]

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri lay languidly in the mudbath, her platinum blonde hair wrapped up in a warm towel while the mud coated her skin. She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as the spa treatment smoothed and soothed her tanned skin.

When the time was up she stood up, her tail flicking mud on the spa attendants as they helped her to rinse off and prepare for the hot oil massage. This was almost the favorite part of the Vigo's week. Almost. Kal Olorin usually took care of her most favorite part of the week.

Usually. Too bad she had had to send her right hand man down the Corellian Run to keep an eye on Vigo Kasajian. Sasseeri pouted as the Twi'leki female manipulated the muscles in her back. Unfortunately it just wasn't that kind of spa, so she'd have to be satisfied with a massage.

One standard time part later the half-breed Cizerack was emerging from the spa into the late afternoon sunlight of Coruscant's Chilba District.

[Michael Cline]

He leaned against a wall and watched the hap-hap-happy people walk along their merry ways. Sickening, really. Everyone happy, so many smiling faces, so many families - mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers.

He wondered... really wondered, how easy it would be to snuff out some of their lives, leave them broken and sad, shattered and angry. He knew that feeling, knew it all too well. He smiled a bit, shaking his head. He also knew it could end up being impowering. Kyashi had taken his family from him, stolen them away - and for that he had taken the vengeance he had sworn.

His lips curled into an almost warped smile and he thought back. At the same time though, it had set him free. Made him who he was today, and what he was... was hungry, now that he thought about it. He pulled out his wallet and flipped through it, not enough credits for even an a side order at a greasy diner. With a huff he began to look over the cities busy folks again - with a new interest.

That's when he saw her, he grinned wide and watched her leave the spa. A very upscale place, in fact - which meant she had money. He looked over the streets again and frowned, too busy to mug her... so perhaps it was best to be sneaky. He walked by casually a happy tune on his lips as he 'accidently' bumped into her.

"OH! I'm sorry, excuse me, excuse me..." he rambled off in a rehearsed fashion, unclipping the purse from the straps, as the last one gave way he smiled and nodded at her, before heading sharply down an alley. Smooth as silk.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri frowned, irritated at the contact with such an obviously scruffy human. His bright red hair caught her attention, and her eyes narrowed as he quickly walked out of sight. He'd probably clean up well.

She stomped her foot impatiently as her black closed in speeder pulled in front of her. "Took you long enough!" A tall Twi'leki male opened her door for her - his twin was driving. As she began to get inside the speeder, the strap of her purse fell to the duracrete. "What jin -"

Sasseeri bent to pick it up. The rrredhead! Tossing the strap inside the speeder she grabbed her bodyguard's elbow. "Come wjith me."

The muscular humanoid straightened his jacket, which barely concealed the lump made by the blaster he was packing. With a shrug to his counterpart, the Twi'lek followed Sasseeri towards an alley near the spa. She was eccentric, to say the least.

[Michael Cline]

He glanced back in time to see her come down the alley, followed by a large man. Definately not imperial though, which... made the situation perhaps a bit worse than if it had been, honestly. Imperials would show at least some restraint, but he didn't know who this guy was. Boyfriend, husband - she seemed to have him on too tight a leash to just be a nobody off the streets though.

He had to get out of sight, and fast... but where? He caught a glance at a ladder leading up the side of a building just ahead of him. Fire escape of some sort... not in very good shape - but well placed at least. Hurrying for it he started moving up it as fast as he could. Out of sight, out of mind... or at least he hoped.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

"Stop him!" Sasseeri shrieked, pointing at the fire escape. The hulking Twi'lek ran forward as he pulled his blaster, thumbed the stun setting on, and shot the climbing human. Due to the distance, the stun beam's effect was limited, but the human faltered and even began to fall down the ladder. He caught himself, hooking his elbows around the crosspieces.

The crime boss narrowed her eyes as her bodyguard started up the ladder to collect the thief.

[Michael Cline]

He shook his head once, trying to come back to his senses. They were SHOOTING at him, HIM! Mikey boy, what've you got yourself into this time? he huffed with a sigh, slowly pulling himself back up from his poor hanging position and starting back up the fire escape as quickly as he could manage. The large Twi'lek was just behind him. Time to put some distance between them.

With a low growl he lowered one hand turning back to face him slightly and concentrated on the man, giving him a solid force push backwards. He wasn't as well trained as he really hoped to be. If he had one regret to killing Ky it was he had never finished his training... but it should be enough. The man was caught off guard and force back, tumbling back from the fire escape, he hadn't gotten very high yet and managed to land back on his feet on the ground. With not a second to spare he started speeding back up the ladder.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri's ears perked up as the redhead managed to shove the Twi'lek back down the ladder. He landed solidly on the ground, and then began climbing up the ladder again. But the human had not touched him!

Her interest piqued, she walked closer, her heels clicking on the duracrete. "Don't harrrm hjim, jI want hjim aljive!" The Twi'lek nodded, headtails wrapped around his upper body as he vaulted back up the ladder just as the human gained the rooftop.

Sasseeri pulled her commlink out of a tiny pocket on her skirt and flicked it on. This was going to be good.

[Michael Cline]

He hit the roof running. If he could get to the other side he could get down from the other fire escape. As he got to the ledge his face dropped however, Or at least I could have, if there WAS one. He thought, rubbing his temples, which means the only way down, short of jumping - was back the way he came. The way that had a large, probably now angry, Twi'lek with a blaster. Of course... I always have a blaster as well... Reaching back under his shirt he pulled his own blaster and turned.

At least he could put up a fight. He grinned a bit, a pretty good one if need be.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

The Twi'lek pulled himself onto the rooftop just as the human turned around. The alien warrior threw himself behind a climate control unit as the man opened fire on him. Alive? It would be difficult from his current position to satisfy the Vigo's demand.

He edged around the large metallic unit, squeezing off two shots at full power that slagged the roof near the target's feet. Ducking back behind his cover, the Twi'lek quickly changed position. The whine of nearby speeder traffic grew louder as he tried to get a better angle on his prey.

[Michael Cline]

He jumped back, trying his best to avoid the shots directed at his feet and growled.

"Come on! Do we really have to do this, its just a few stupid credits!" Then again... maybe it wasn't. This seemed like an aweful big to-do for just a grab and go theft. What was in the purse, and more importantly... who the frell was this lady to have this kind of muscle with her? He wasn't about to let up on his firing however, to find out. That's the right way to end up dead in a situation like this.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

The muscular Twi'lek ducked back behind the climate control unit, changing his blaster back to its stun setting. A black speeder rose to roof level, a window rolling down to expose his twin to the redheaded human.

Predictably, the human turned to fire at the speeder. The Twi'lek stood up and shot him with a stun blast that knocked him to the ground.

[Michael Cline]

It was hard to get his bearing, the sound of speeders were so loud, loud... all the way up here? His eyes flashed wide and he turned to see the speeder raise itself up to eye level and, was that the same bodyguard from before? - Certainly looked like him, at least, at any rate, the Twi'lek was there now.

He drew his attention and fire at his new target and was greeted by the warm feeling of a blaster bolt to the back. Oh frell. He stumbled forward and lurched, trying desparately to keep conscious, well that certainly wasn't going to happen.

Thud

The pleasant darkness wrapped itself around his mind as the world went black around him.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri was waiting impatiently in the alley when the speeder carefully drove off the roof and back down to her level. The passenger side door opened, and Tick stepped out. She'd forgotten their real names - no, they were just too hard to pronounce, especially with the verbal handicap all Cizerack had with Basic - so she called the twins Tick and Tock. They didn't seem to mind.

"The humon is incapacitated, Mistress." Tick opened the back door for her and Sasseeri got inside the speeder with a huff. He handed her the purse he'd retrieved off of the thief.

"Then let's be gone frrrom herrre." The human was not in the backseat, so he must have been put in the trunk. The half-breed smiled. Perhaps today would be interesting after all.

[Michael Cline]

Hey, Michael - what are you up to today, sport? His dad lumbered over him with a grin. Not much, dad. Just going to work on that speeder engine, I'm SURE I can get it started. His dad chuckled and shook his head. You'll never get that old thing to run again, but... I'd be happy to help you. He couldn't help but laugh at the old man's comments.

With a jerk he opened his eyes, a bit surprised to find he wasn't at home with his dad. Oh right... he's dead. He reminded himself, before going to rub his head, and found he couldn't move his arms. In fact... he didn't seem to be able to move much of anything, since he was tied to a chair.

"What the..." He groused and pulled against the restraints "Oh you've got to be KIDDING me!"

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

"Oh no, thjis jis no joke." She was behind her captive, the would-be thief. He struggled to twist his head around so he could see her, but could not.

Sasseeri took a moment to study the back of his head. He had good hair, which said something. He'd also tried to rob her, which said something else, something not very favorable. However...

She took her goblet of blood wine, and walked slowly around the thief. She'd changed from a business suit into something a little more casual - a loose white cotton pants with a matching tunic. Not very revealing until you took into account that the fabric was extremely thin. Extremely. She liked the way it set off her tanned skin, however.

"What jis yourrr name?"

[Michael Cline]

Who IS this woman?! Good work Mikey, you pick the one mark on the street who's more than you can handle. Moron. Now she was asking for a name. He smiled a bit, and lowered his head - cool demeanor, calm attitude. He had learned from the best, and one of his lessons was never to give a true name.

"Jirettai." He said simply, nodding at her. "How about yours?"

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

She ignored the question. "jIrrrettaji," Sasseeri paused, and shook her head. "Yourrr name jis terrrjible. jI'll have to call you somethjing else."

The half-breed took a sip of her wine, and walked closer to her captive. "Fallen on harrrd tjimes, jIrrret ..." She exhaled sharply, her perfectly shaped brows knitting in frustration. "Fallen on harrrd tjimes, have you? Thought that pjickjing the pocket of a prrromjinent casjino ownerrr would pay the bjills?"

[Michael Cline]

"Prominent casino owner... heh. I suppose that explains the hired muscle then. Hard times? I'd hardly call them HARD, just interesting."

He'd heard it said before, that one of the worst curses that can be uttered against someone is to wish them an interesting life, he wondered who had decided to curse him in that particular manner...

He rubbed the inside of his teeth with his tongue, she couldn't say his name, do to her accent - no doubt. He needed to get out of this situation, and she was still being rather friendly, after all he wasn't DEAD.

With a sigh he shook his head. "Michael." with the kind of influence she probably had, it wasn't like she wouldn't end up finding it out eventually anyway.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

She purred, "Betterrr. Mjichael." His shirt had been ripped when the twins had loaded him into the trunk of the speeder, she couldn't help but focus on it.

With a slight smile she asked, "Would you ljike some wjine?" Sasseeri moved slightly until she was perched on the edge of her huge four poster bed. It was constructed entirely of Chandrilan cherrywood. Very expensive. A twitch of her shoulders caused the slit in the collar of the tunic to fall open, exposing her cleavage.

She swirled the blood wine and took another sip, still focused on the thief.

[Michael Cline]

He glanced at her quickly falling tunic and blinked a few times. She was offering him wine, dressed like that, and he didn't even have to use his abilities to understand her intentions, now that he stopped to think about it.

"Sure. I think I could go for a little wine." Well, it was FAR better than his most likely alternative, so might as well play this game. It'd give him a chance to get free soon enough, he was sure of it.

"Course..." he grinned, "I prefer not to drink with strangers, and you still haven't graced me with your name."