Run!

Crazy Craz

Navarro was neck deep in all different types of creatures. Fiona was strolling down the cluttered streets making a beeline to the cantina. Her recent bounty was a tough nut. He put up a fight that's for sure, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Her blaster bounced on her thigh from it's holster as she walked at a swift pace. Her utility belt hung on her perfectly curved hips. Her favorite weapon: brass knuckles, were packed away in a pouch on the belt, ready for use.

Animals of some kind spun slowly above a fire. Its friend watched it cook with whines and screeches. Humans and aliens alike traded and argued over with food and necessities. Fiona dragged the unconscious bounty behind her with ease. Her forehead leaked with sweat as Navarro's suns blazed down unforgiving.

When she entered the cantina the coolness washed over her welcomingly. The bounty groaned when she practically threw him on the ground. Her hair was a mess, its long brown locks stuck to her sweaty back. Her attire was hand woven cloth. Her shirt had the sleeves cut off making the clothing look thug like. Her neckline was just a tad revealing. The pants hugging her long legs being the same material.

"Fiona! Look who's back! Is that the bounty?" Greef Karga, The Bounty Hunters Guild operator, spoke to the young women with surprise.

"Yep, that's him." Fiona smirked.

"Well, I wouldn't wanna be him, that's for sure!" Karga pointed at the man with cuts and bruises on his face. "Come, sit." One of Karga's men took the body away. Greef started stacking credits onto the table they sat at. The tracking fob was also placed aside by Fiona who eyed the money.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a silver helmet with a T-shaped visor turned her way. Her head turned to stare directly at the Beskar bucket-head which was seated at the bar. The figure stiffened and looked at something else, obviously embarrassed when caught in the act of staring. Fiona chuckled to herself quietly and collected the money.

As she walked past 'bucket-head' she slyly winked and moved her hips in a taunting manner. The Mandalorian straightened and faced her head on. "Um..can I buy you a drink?" His voice glided into her ears like she was destined to hear his smooth yet rough speech. When she nodded, he offered her a seat. 'A gentlemen, huh?' she thought.

The tall stool she perched upon made it look like she had grace even though she just simply sat. The Mandalorian put one finger in the air to communicate to the bartender for one drink. As the bartender mixed the fluids, 'bucket-head' turned his attention back to the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

The conversion held little actual conversation. Little did they know that Craz, Fiona's nemesis, was watching them from a booth in the back of the cantina. His anger was growing every second from them being together. Fiona was practically the perfect woman in his eyes. His disgusting love for her compelled him to break up the 'date'.

"Hey Fiona." Craz said lustfully. His arm creeped around her shoulders making Fiona and Din tense from the action.

Fiona roughly shrugged his arm off while getting up to leave them both. "Buck off, bucco!" she starts for the door but Craz's strong grasp holds onto her wrist. The pain from the powerful grip made the female bounty hunter wince. Din's guard was spiking. 

"Is he bothering you or something?" Din's voice sounded angry because OH BOY was he!

"It's none of your business!" Craz jerked on Fiona's arm maneuvering her into a tighter grip around the waist.

"Let me GO!!" Fiona struggled with all her might from her nemesis. Din's right arm swong around in a ball off rage colliding into Craz's jaw. The impact made Craz loosen his grip, providing Fiona an opportunity to get free.