The fight had been going on for at least 15 minutes. That was 14 minutes more then Kara would have expected either of the combatants to have held out for. Their chincy, mock asian costumes made her think that the fight was more for show than for real. She had put her money on the black haired one as opposed to the red head. It didn’t mean he had more skill. It just meant that she put her money on the one that looked more competent. Not always a good plan, but in desperate times there were desperate measures and she sure was reaching for those desperate measures at this point. That and the black haired contestant just sported a lot more muscle and apparent anger.
Black had just swung his sword at Red’s right, making Red step back when Amber caught sight of the trio passing by. Of the three, only the big one had glanced at the fighters with any kind of interest. The other two were deep in conversation. There was a curvy female that walked with enough confidence that Amber knew there were dead men out there that had been drawn in by that lush beauty. The third was a clean cut man in a brown coat. Something about him just screamed ‘polite company’, but with the company he was keeping it made think that he was likely the one in charge.
From the more respectable brown coated male she heard saying, “We’d be dead, can’t be paid if you’re dead.”
The red head went down… well it had been a 50/50 chance that her bet would be the winner and for once apparently she had gotten the right kind of lucky. Now she just needed to get off this dirtball before someone realized that she was free. Persephone had seemed like a great place to lay low for while, but lately there had been more and more Alliance patrols. It was time to go.
“Then we find a buyer on Boros.” The female of the trio said, as if a jump like that was easy.
Amber snagged her money from the bookie and tailed after the trio. If they could planet hop then maybe just maybe she could get a ride off this dirtball. If they were headed to Boros, well, not much there, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe she could get lost there for a while.
The way the trio kept looking around made her drop back even further. There was an air of quality about them, an air of competency. Well except for the larger redneck type that seemed to be a third wheel without realizing it. And oddly they seemed to avoid Alliance as much as she did. They had given not one, but two small clusters of their guards a very wide berth. Could the clean cut man’s brown coat be more than just a fashion statement?
Then they stopped.
Amber swerved off to inspect a table of scarves. She wasn’t really interested in them, but the respectable guy had glanced in her direction. It was a quick glance, but she had felt the weight of it as he judged the danger that she represented.
“How much for the blue one?”
“Nine creds, but 15 creds for 2!” The tiny little Asian woman behind the table said to start the bargaining.
“You have got to be kidding me! I’ve seen this selling for 2 creds on central worlds.”
“This is not central world.” The woman said with a shrug. “Much rarer a commodity here, but since you know quality I give you 2 for 12cred.”
The crowd was thick today, people bumping into other people everywhere. Many ships had docked and most were taking on passengers. That meant that Mr. Respectable could have been looking at something entirely not her, anything from parts to prostitutes and in between. But she had been lucky once today so she wasn’t hoping for a second batch of it. So she waited until they had started moving again before she even tried starting off again.
