Star Wars: Ghost of the Order

Chapter 2: Slums

The days had gone by rather comfortably, aside from a few firefights, honestly, Frost had little else he could truly complain about other than the fact he was stuck waiting for his ship to be repaired, even then the morning air agreed with him as silver strands of hair fell over his brow, mixed in with the natural brown.

" Hmmm, Think we'll be able to head off-world today, or do I get another day? " A soft voice would coo out as Frost's body sat up, revealing beside him an ample bodied woman who sported a scar along her cheek, as smooth as her skin all around except it was revealed by the discoloration that it had to of been pretty bad for the droids and bacta gel not to heal it entirely.

" Sadly, my luck doesn't shine so well, Kip says she will be done today and I have no doubt her uncle will be wanting me gone as soon as possible. " Frost would get up and head over to the dresser, taking his clothes out that were stored there even though the room highly complimented his partner over himself. " Besides I am sure your men will suffer my occupation here much longer, enough of them try for my head as it is. "

" Well stop messing with the hierarchy and you might not be sought after by men and women alike. " A playful grin rested on her lips, shamelessly laying on her side, leg curled up and her arm keeping her body lifted enough to somewhat taunt her friend who simply shook his head and smirked slightly.

" If they played by the rules, I might not have to stir up so much trouble. " Once suited back up, Frost wore a long black trenchcoat, underneath would be a standard plate armor on his chest. Red sat under that plate while he had black pants and gloves, boots were a dark brown with a metal coating over the toes and heels. Yet soon he lifts up a visor that connects together via the com-link around the back of his head, the thin device was easy to wear without much problem, but the visor kept every below his hairline to just under his cheekbones covered unless he turned off the filter.

" Hm, still covering up old wounds I see. Doubt anyone is still around topside who would remember you after all this time. "  He barely made a shift as he continued to check his gear until satisfied, looking plenty like a smuggler but then again most people in the slums did often enough. Tossing a container from his pocket, the latch would give and expose the credits inside as the woman would touch her collar bone in feigned surprise. " Oh dear, I am afraid you misunderstood the nature of this "encounter". " That little smirk she gave only made Frost's grin curl before shaking his head.

" Quit with the theatrics, I know the Hutts have been bleeding you dry. Just take it and use it as you want. " His head turns enough to clearly be looking to her. She had a smile on but sadness deep down, clearly not used to anyone knowing her plights.

" Just go before I blast you, we're done here. " Her tone is a bit firmer now but Frost already turned and made his way out. Once out on the streets, the bustle of people would push and shove their way to get somewhere, most people looking to keep busy till they could find work or even be called for it.

" Boss! " A young female voice called out, not especially far from his own age but youthful to the eye either-or way. Turning about to glance to where it came from, a light-haired girl came rushing through the crowd, shoving her own path and almost barking at those who tried to start something for it. Yet it would be one Houk that grasped her arm to stop her, snarling in his tongue for her to watch herself.

" You stupid... "Was all she had out before the large fella was blasted a few times over with a few tranq darts that all made him shiver and stutter like a frozen little animal until he flopped onto the ground as the needles would fall out having been unable to fully puncture and knock him out. Though a firm armored boot would plant on what little bit of neck the Houk had.

" Next time watch who you threaten, nobody harms my crew. " Just about to get up, a blaster would be pointed right at the soft spot under his crowned brows which overlapped half his eyes. " Now, you will get up and walk away, don't speak, no grunt... and if you growl I'll leave my mark. " The whole time his voice was distorted by his mask which responded to his voice alone to avoid anyone catching that is was by want and not a need.