Nebula (nebula_rises) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2015-07-10 22:18:00 |
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Current location: | seedy bar |
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | !thread, nebula (nebula_rises) |
A Pleasant Conversation is a New Thing for Nebula
Who: Nebula and Boba Fett
Where: Not so nice part of Knowhere
When: Evening
It took Nebula a little while to realize just what her situation truly was. She had managed to repair her hand, thankfully, but even that was a small comfort to realizing that she had somehow not only accidentally ended up on this ship, but she had wound up in another universe. She wasn't completely sure she understood how such a thing had happened, but it seemed like she was stuck here. People seemed to disappear only at the whim of the gem that brought them here in the first place. So the so-called 'Guardians of the Galaxy' (a term that still made her laugh in derision) weren't the ones that she had dealt with. The Gamora here was not the sibling that she had grown up competing against.
It didn't really help her hate her less.
Instead of engaging people on the boards as they gave way to endless chatter, she hung towards the outskirts of the city that they called Knowhere. Most of the newer inhabitants didn't come to the more lawless parts, but that was where Nebula felt that she fit in quite well. She was currently sitting in a seedy bar in that area, sipping at a drink while pondering her situation and how to improve it. (How she spent most of her days.)
Much like Nebula, the bounty hunter Boba Fett had mostly stuck to himself since arriving here. He'd posted on the network a few times, mostly to make a sarcastic remark or two, or in one case, gleefully torment Leia Organa.
Still, he'd mostly stuck to this part of Knowhere. It was almost refreshing to be somewhere in which nobody knew who the hell he was. While he didn't have his reputation here, he also didn't have the need to be as secretive, since the people here that knew of him as "fictional" already knew most of his secrets anyway.
Walking through the bar, his attention was grabbed almost instinctively by the blue-skinned woman sitting by herself. She just exuded deadliness, like a wild animal ready to rip someone apart. So of course he had to investigate.
Walking over to her, he set his hands at the utility belt around his waist, and smirked beneath his helmet. "I'd ask what a girl like you is doing in a place like this... but judging from the look on your face it's pretty obvious."
A wild animal ready to rip someone apart was the perfect way to describe Nebula. She naturally tensed slightly when she felt someone coming near her, but managed to relax back when she heard him speak. Despite herself, she actually laughed under her breath at his comment. At least he didn't immediately come across as completely idiotic like most who seemed to end up in this place.
"I like to think that I fit in better in places like this," she said smoothly, taking a sip of her drink before turning around to look at him. "I might ask the same of you, but I can only presume the same."
"People like us... we don't belong with the others." He agreed, sitting down across from her as if he'd been invited. "The others... they treat this like it's social hour or something. Everyone seems to gloss over how bad this really is. Every day I'm here, I'm losing out on massive amounts of credits I could be making tracking down rebel scragglers. Here, nobody even knows who the hell I am."
"Try being here with idiots who have no understandig why you hate them," Nebula pointed out with a roll of her eyes. "The people running this place are even dumber than you could imagine." She wasn't sure if she was in a hurry to go home, but here wasn't any better. "I also do not understand why people are so thrilled to be here."
"This is all very fascinating, but me? I'm looking to get outta here the first chance I get. I have a feeling if I'm gonna get sent home, it won't matter if I'm here or halfway across the galaxy when the time comes." He told her, holstering his blaster, evidentily convinced by this point that she had no plans to attack him. "As soon as I get the materials together to patch a ship together, I'm outta this dump." He looked her over, as if taking mental notes. Judging from all the cybernetics, she'd had a rough life. And she was definitely attractive, in a crazed sort of way. He offered his hand in greeting, deciding to investigate this woman further. "Name's Boba Fett. And you are?"
"Not a terrible idea, actually. It's not like they can force anyone to stay here if they have the intelligence and ability to leave." This might actually peove fruitful than for more than just passing the time. She reached out and shook his hand. "Nebula." She had given a different bame to the first person she had met here, but now that she knew her situation, why bother? It wasn't like these fools knew her anyway.
"You should really look into doing what I'm gonna do. Second I can get a ship big enough to do my job in working? I'm gone. And I'll try to get some work here until I can get back home." He told her, before finally deciding to take his helmet off. What the hell, nobody here really knew him ANYWAY. "What're you drinking? I got the next one."
"I just might. I had a ship before I came here, but it sadly did not seem to come with me." She gave him a half smile and let him know what she was drinking. It WAS almost empty, anyway. "So, what did you do before you came here?" she asked.
"Bounty hunter. Best damn one you could hire." He said, not even being cocky. He was the best and he fucking KNEW it. He ordered her drink, and leaned back a little in his seat. He looked young to be so jaded and world-weary... but then the same could be said for her.
"Really? How many did you end up bringing in?" she asked him. If they were from the same universe, he might have hunted her. It depended on just what type of bounty hunter he really was, she supposed. When she finished up her drink, she reached for the fresh one with a smile.
"I lost count a while ago. Never had a bounty yet I haven't brought in." This woman was as deadly as a viper. He could see it in her eyes. In her body language. "Something tells me you'd hold your own in my profession..." He commented, admittedly intrigued by so obviously deadly a woman.
She had to grin at that. "I just might." She was more of an assassin than a bounty hunter, but she had brought a few people to others alive over the years on request, so she probably could do that.
"Before I head out... just let me give you one piece of advice." He said, thinking carefully about his words. She was a powder keg of anger and rage, he could feel that. And those kind of wild emotions rarely gave anyone the kind of ending they wanted. "Be patient. Be smart. You can accomplish a lot more in a situation like this by being helpful and useful than by being the enemy."
She pursed her lips in thought over that. It wasn't like she didn't technically know things like that, but more like that life for her was very long gone. "I'll try to keep that in mind," she said simply. Could she do it? Yes. Did she want to? Well that was the million credit question, wasn't it?
"You should." He said, giving a wry grin as he stood, putting his helmet back on before reaching down to ever-so-briefly cup her chin. "I'd hate to see a beautiful woman come to a sticky end if she doesn't have to..." Wow... granted, he was just having some fun, but when was the last time she'd had someone call her beautiful?
Well, it likely had been quite a number of years, actually. Gamora was always the one sent out to seduce, not her. "And I'd hate to disappoint you like that," she said playfully to him.