Thisbe yawns, her sharp, white little teeth glinting in the orangish light bathing her.

"Not konking out on me are you?" A fainting crackling voice breathes through the ear piece resting in her delicately curved ear.

"This is boring.. what time was he supposed to be leaving his home again?" Thisbe half snapped back. She took her hand from its resting place, curved around a cruel black rifle she had resting against a gloomy wall.

"He should be leaving any minute now..speak of the devil." The voice crackled again.

Thisbe shook her hand out and immediately raised the rifle and rested her eye against its scope.

Several vaguely important readings flickered through her vision and then movement. She smiled a little, her finger tightening on the trigger.

A man in dull brown robes stepped from what appeared to be his home. He yawned which made Thisbe have to stifle her own.
Damn its contageous nature!

She rotated a shoulder and angled the gun until he was within her sights.

As soon as the shot was clear, she took it. Not a moment of hesitation.

One moment the man was standing, awaiting his morning transport, and the next, he lay, his head cocked at a strange angle, on the deck.

Immediately Thisbe stood, clinking her gun into a curiously constructed holster against her back, and pulled a long dark green robe about her shoulders. This sufficiently covered her gun and finally gave her reprieve from the chilly morning air.

A small silver ship leveled itself beside the roof she had been concealed on and its door opened allowing her to hop comfortably in.

"Finally!" Thisbe groaned. "Can we get breakfast?"

The pilot smiled and shook his head. "Food? Really?" He smiled as they pulled up into the sky and headed for a more populated section of corescant.

"Pyramus!...Yes really! You got me up since before dawn- god forbid we wait till he came HOME from work- and I had to sit in the wet air while you were all cozy in the ship..."

Thisbe growled and tossed off her cloak to remove the heavy gun strapped to her back.

She wasn't tall at 5'4" but she was slim and her skin was a golden honey hue that made most envy. Her arms were long and slender, her legs equally so, clad in dark brown skin tight pants. She had a dark green tank top clinging to her chest and a small silver looking necklace around her neck. If you looked closely a tiny golden heart dangled from it with the initial 'P' stamped crudely into it.

Most noticably though, were the long, thickly lined tattoos tracing her body, mainly her chest, shoulders, arms and even hands and fingers. She had others that peeked teasingly from her waist line, lower back of her neck, and to the left of her lower back.
The extent of the black flowing lines was any one's guess but most didnt let their eyes linger long once she caught their glances and gazed fiercely back at them.

As she put the gun into its hiding place benieth a panel in the ship, Pyramus glanced back at her.

Her jaw length, reddish brown, curly hair hung heavily with dew, and she looked a little ruffled and very annoyed.

"It was better to accomplish this in the morning.. then we have the rest of the day together!" His expression glimmered a smile as he leaned back to the forward facing position and merged comfortably with the traffic entering the larger metropolis ahead of them.

Thisbe's scowl softened as she clicked the panel into place and straightened her back.

She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.

"Ok fine.. but I'm still hungry...And when do we get paid?" Thisbe flumped down into the seat next Pyramus and reached for a small white towel in the compartment beside her.

Pyramus sighed and aimed for their usual breakfast nook.

"We should have our credits as soon as the client confirms the hit." He shrugged.
"Give it a day or two..." He glanced briefly at the girl and then back at the traffic ahead.

Thisbe began rubbing her head with the towel, lost in thought. She sat askew in her seat, mostly facing Pyramus. Her heavy black boots dangling over the arm rests.

She admired her companion for a few moments.

He was taller than she was, but not by a whole lot. Maybe 6 inches at most. He had shortly cropped, black, well kept hair. His features were a bit pale but very sharp. His jaw was sharp, carrying lips that were always seemingly set in a slight smile. His nose was long and slender and his brow was delicate and intelligent. His eyes were set deeply enough to appear brooding, and his eyebrows were dark and as sharp as his features, cocking a bit more on the right than the left making him either appear menacing or quizzical.

Thisbe paused at his eyes, she loved them. They were dark blue. Like just after twilight or just before dawn. They simmered in his skull and made others feel slightly inferior, even Thisbe.

"Well.." Pyramus had pulled into a parking station and had successfully maneuvered them into the locking mechanism. It hissed to a close on their ship as he turned his face to Thisbe.

"Lets eat!" He smiled his sharp, perfect smile and stood, holding a slender, pale hand out to Thisbe which she, giggling, accepted and bounded out of the ship with him fast on her heels.

About an hour later, Thisbe sat back in her seat and clutched her stomach.

"I quit.." She sighed deeply, satisfied.

"Nice.." Pyramus had stopped eating some time ago but had been sipping on a cup of hot tea looking liquid and watching his ravenous companion.

He relished her eating habits and never scolded her even if she stuffed herself to the brim and complained for hours later.

"Well look who it is!" Thisbe sat up immediately, her golden brown eyes zeroing in on some one behind Pyramus.

He turned in his chair and caught the back of a red and black horned head.

"Fancy that.." He smirked.

Thisbe giggled and tossed a bit of bread at the tattooed head.

The man side stepped the bit of crumb before it was half way to him, and turned on his heel.

His yellow eyes fixed on the pair two tables from him momentarily filled with what appeared to be rage but immediately dissipated into a small smirk.

"Why if it isnt my two favorite misfits.." He half sneered at them and sauntered to their table.

"Nice to see you too, Khamier." Thisbe rolled her eyes and leaned her chair back, holding onto the table with her foot.

"Hows the cubical life?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head, curls falling over her left eye.

Khamier turned his body a bit more toward Pyramus and he angled his head in what could have been a nod.

"Rewarding.." was his only response.

Thisbe rolled her eyes again and kicked her foot up, righting herself in her chair again as she rested her head in her palms and gazed at Pyramus.

"And how is the trade?" Khamier moved his flaming stare to Pyramus.

"Rewarding.." Pyramus smiled at him, all charm.

"Indeed.." Khamier's expression grew sly.

"Its fortunate that I should run into you actually." Khamier started plucking at the fingers of his right glove, removing it slowly.

"My employer may have work for you." Khamier almost scoffed at himself, he couldnt imagine why his Master would bother with these low life mercenaries, but he was obedient, and they were quite effective. His plan had been effective, and they had no idea they had been followed for quite some time. He had thought of interrupting their last mark but he needed them in the green and confident.

"I'm unsure of the particulars but it is all outlined in this.." He pulled a small crystal from his cloak and held it to the light between his bare, sharply nailed fingers.

He had been expressly instructed not to view its contents and this annoyed him but his obedience was an absolute, and so he had abstained.

"I trust your fee has not increased dramatically.." Khamier glared at Pyramus.

"You know very well that it depends upon the job at hand.." Pyramus quickly turned from charm and jovial smiles to one of cold business.

"Very well, then you may contact me with your fee after you have the information you need to complete the task.." Khamier's yellow eyes blazed, his jaw set. He set the small blueish purple crystal on the table before Pyramus.

"Will do." Pyramus' smile once again reverted to the openness of an old friend.

"Looking forward to hearing from you." Khamier nodded and turned, leaving the nook quietly.

Thisbe's gaze had wandered from the conversation and she was staring absently out the window.

Pyramus wondered how much she had bothered to listen to the conversation.

"Thisbe.." He murmured at her, a hand flitting across the table to her elbow.

"mmm?" Thisbe returned from her thoughts and smiled airly at her companion.

"Shall we?" He picked up the crystal, standing in unison with Thisbe and they made their way to the ship.

Thisbe yawned, her fists clenching at her mouth as they finished going over the data stored within the crystal Khamier had given them.

"Well thats dull as shit.." She looked sleepily at Pyramus.

"No kidding..but a job is a job and this one seems simple." Pyramus shrugged and swivled his chair toward Thisbe.

"Lets just knock it out and move into the next system. I dont like all the republic presence here. It makes me nervous."

Thisbe half slid half sauntered from her seat into Pyramus' lap.

"Yeah... Can we nap? I havent recovered from this morning and I'm feeling a little bleh.. not to mention my tummy is a bit distended from breakfast.." She blinked sleeply.

Pyramus smiled and pulled her small frame against him.

"Yes lets... No need to talk about this Veesita character until tomorrow.." At that he stood, his arms wrapped solidly around his love as she smiled and nestled against him, and carried her back into their sleeping quarters.