Runaway

Part 1

You're sat towards the rear of the bar.
Back up against the wall, watching the door.
It's been a week or so since someone has caught up with you but still, you're always on alert.

It's not easy being a run-away.
I mean sure, it beats being a slave but this is far more exhausting.
At least this bar has hot Mocoa.

That's when you spot him, well the whole bar spots him...
It's the middle of the day so the place isn't quite the packed out venue it is once night falls but still.
Those who are in attendance have all stopped what they are doing and all look at the door way.

Your eyes follow their gaze and there he stands.
Taking up the whole space of the doorway almost.
*maker! He's a big one*
His full body amour glistening in the little bit of sunlight that pokes through.
A bounty hunter...

Your eyes drop to your cup of Mocoa, damn, you've not even drank half of it!
That's not going to be enough of an energy boost, but it'll have to do....

You're too preoccupied with your thoughts, you don't notice the bounty hunter has moved towards the bar.

"I'm looking for someone" he's talking to the tender but scoping the room, "a run-way" he continues as his helmet scans the many faces staring at him.

"Sorry, gotta be more specific my guy" the bar tender replies.

The bounty hunters visor still looks around, searching, then it lands on you...
*dank ferrik*

"Never mind" he waves off the tender and stalks to where you're sat.

Your heart has racked up a few beats, you can hear your blood pumping in your ears, your mind is racing faster than a land speeder over the terrain at the moment.
*What do you do??*
*Fight or flight*
You've taken on two bounty hunters previously and ended victorious, but this one is...big, I mean, towering over you big.
You could run, you're small so can slip behind this booth, over the top and jump down towards the door, he can't move faster than you surely??
But you're so tired.

*maker! What do we do*

He's over you now, glaring down towards your face, his helmet tits to the side slightly as you stare back at yourself reflected in his visor.

He lifts his arm up, here we go, is he going to strike you first before getting the binders out?
You brace yourself for the hit but instead he calls to the bar tender "one cup of Mocoa here" and snakes his body into the booth, sitting opposite you.

*ok, this is different, maybe he's just toying with you*

You stare at each other in silence the whole time the drink is poured and brought over to your table, the rep placing it in front of him.
"Not for me...for her" and he slides it across to you...

You look at the service rep as if she has an answer for you but she just holds out her hand for payment.
The bounty hunter drops her a few credits and she slinks away.

His visor never leaves you, he hasn't moved his gaze from you since he spotted you.
You so wish you could see his face.

"er thanks, but I have a drink" you state, cursing at yourself for your voice slightly shaking.

"I thought you'd need the energy" comes his reply, almost amusingly.

He sits back slightly, stretching his arms across the top of the booth, making his shoulders even wider, he looks bigger, if that's even possible.

You really are stumped.
You don't know whether you're so tired from running, it's been 86 days and counting since you left those palace walls and chose freedom...
You're taken a back by this hunters approach to you.