Heir of a Fett

A Thing or Two

"Oh come on stupid girl," he snickered slightly,"what will it take to get you to believe me?" She rolled her eyes and some more of her Tihaar.
"You are going to be so drunk by the end of the night," the ginger said simply and shook his head. She elbowed him and chuckled.
"Maybe you are him," Mirta said sarcastically,"you have his stupid sense of humor." He chuckled and gave her a huge grin. She blushed slightly and took another gulp of her alcohol. Maybe he was right; if she kept drinking like this she really would be drunk soon.
"...Like two nexu in a cage," her new "friend" said and brought Mirta back to reality. She had been in la la land for most of what he had said, but she heard that part. More importantly, it proved really was him.
"Alright idiot," Mirta hissed finishing her drink,"I know it's you, but why did you dye your hair?" The ginger blushed slightly and scratched the back of his shaggy hair. She chuckled at him and went to stand up, but found her legs couldn't hold her. Landing back in her seat, she looked to make sure no one was looking. For once, the force was on her side as the only ones who seemed to notice were her and Ghes.
Her ginger haired friend was doing his best not to laugh. He really wasn't doing a good job at though; all Ghes could do was cover his hand over his mouth as his body shook with laughter. He sat back down to make sure didn't fall over and smiled over at Mirta. She rolled her eyes as the last of the water he had gotten soothed her hurt throat. How could something that hurt so much taste so kriffing good!?
"So why are you on Mandalor?" Ghes asked as his chuckling finally came to an end. She gave him a light glare and smiled slightly.
"I'm looking for a partner for a mission that Grandad as planned," Mirta said simply and slowly stood up. She shook a little, but was able to stand. She was able to walk out of the bar barely and would have fallen flat on her face out front had Ghes not followed her.
He swong his friend over his shoulder; Ghes had seen enough drunks to know she wouldn't be able to go anywhere without making a fool of herself. She banged her fists against his back and cursed at him in every language she could think of as he walked off with her. Ghes didn't seem to care and laughed at her almost the whole time.
"Why aren't we flying to your place?" Mirta asked now deciding to notice his jet pack in her tipsy haze. He didn't answer as he turned a corner and then turned on his jet pack. Mirta moves her hands away gets in time, but her gloves still got a little burnt. She gave him a hard kick for that, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew very well he didn't care. Sometimes she really did hate how tuff mandalorian armor was.
"Welcome to my home," he announced as they landed up on the landing pad of an apartment. Ghes unlocked the door and entered with his friend still over his shoulder.
"I'd like to walk now idiot," Mirta hissed and soon found herself armor and all dropped on a couch. The apartment was simple: a connected living room and kitchen, and two other doors that probably led his bedroom and bathroom. Then she realized something and glared extremely angrily at Ghes. He paled under her blazing stare, not at all sure what she was angry at him for now.
"You forgot my helmet!" Mirta screamed at him; her angry voice echoing through the apartment. He gulped and then glared at her.
"You left the bar on your own," Ghes stated simply,"how was I supposed to remember it!?" Mirta went pounce on him, but in her tipsy state she just fell flat on her face. They were both quiet until Ghes burst out laughing. He quickly left to go get her helmet in fear of what she would do to him once she was sober.
"Stupid boy," she hissed as she flopped back on the couch. Mirta relaxed and sleep came knocking. She was out cold before her friend came back.
***
Ghes, with his friend's helmet under his arm, flew back to the apartment. He could see his friend asleep on the couch, but something felt wrong. His instincts were screaming; he felt watched. He pulled out one of his blades; the ginger hunter turned it over and over again in his hand before it cut through the air.
The intruder had no change in hell. The blade punctured at a weak point in his armor: the unarmored area in between the right shoulder and right rib cage. The person screamed in pain and turned to shot at Ghes. The ginger swerved out of the way of the blaster shot and then dashed toward his opponent.
"...you do realize that in an actual blaster fight, squatting down like that would get you killed right?"
The memory made Ghes snicker as slammed the intruder into the wall and pulled out his blaster. The ginger had him pinned so he couldn't move; with just one small movement of pulling a trigger, this intruder would be a goner. Ghes however wanted answers first.
"Who sent you!?" Ghes hissed. Had the ginger haired hunter finally been taken serious by someone super powerful? The intruder didn't say a word, but Ghes could feel the intruder's blazing glare through his helmet.
"He's probably after me," Mirta said simply as she sat up,"not bad by the way Ghes. Nice to know you learned a thing or while I've been away." She stood to her feet and wobbly came over to the two men. The ginger rolled his eyes at his friend as she pulled out one of her blades.
"Now start talking," Mirta hissed at the intruder while pointing her dagger at him,"before I get impatient."