Mandalorian Bounty Hunters (closed)

Axel perked his head up as she commed him that she had landed safely. He kept his gaze on the door, and then smirked and laughed as she added the last part. He shook his head as he commented back. "No sight of the target here either. Also, you're only taller right now cause you're on top of a freaking building" He laughed again, then turned to Ollie. "Can you believe her Ollie? She thinks she can boast about being taller when she's on top of an entire building. She's crazy" he chuckled, then turned his attention back to the door. There didn't seem to be anything happening. He began to pet Ollie's stomach again, his attention momentarily off of where it needed to be. "At least I get the dog" he commed to her, smirking

"Got it. Be safe" He quickly and stealthily made his way to the building she had instructed him to. He moved quietly, making sure that Ollie was by his side the while time. He eventually came to the third building on the left. He looked around, not seeing her. He sat down on the ground, making Ollie sit as well. He took another look around. Surely she must be here already. Unless i went to the wrong spot? No... he still hadnt seen her crouching in the shadows.

Axel felt hands cover his visor and he jumped, his arms flailing as he kept out a startled yelp. He fell on the ground and scrambled to get back up. Once he saw it was Nightmare, he let out a deep breath. "That...wasn't funny" he huffed, leaning against the wall. "You about gave me a heart attack! And you! Youre supposed to alert me to danger!" He looked down at Ollie, who just looked up innocently. Axel let out a short laugh as he looked back up at Nightmare

"Maybe so, but that still didn't give you a right to scare me like that" he couldn't help but laugh though, finding the situation pretty funny. Then she leaned closer and ran her finger down his helmet, his heart started beating faster. He grinned and chuckled. "Oh yeah? Is that so?" He leaned his helmet against hers, his hand finding hers and holding onto it.

I have to go eat dinner, I'll be back soon!)

(Also I think we’re on different time zones XD it’s 1:35 when I’m sending this)

Considering that she’d been stabbed and shot in the same place within a day, Nightmare was doing pretty good. She dodged and weaved, landing blows on the cyborg with ease. Eventually though he charged and she was knocked off her feet with him on top. She snarled insults to him while moving her head rapidly to not get punched but eventually he landed one on her throat and the air was knocked out of her. He sat there panting for a moment while stars flickered on Nightmare’s eyes. “Axel…” but then someone else came and knocked the man off. It was Ollie! Nightmare scrambled to her feet but to her surprise, Ollie had bit the man on the throat and he lay dead. “Good,” she panted and put a hand to her throat, “boy.”

“Yeah I’m okay. My concern is whether Ollie is okay or not.” She walked over to the dog and gave him a once over but he appeared to be fine. Then she glanced at the four bodies on the ground with a sigh. “I’ll com a hover.” After a few minutes of arguing, Nightmare finally found a guy who could get them back to the hotel. When he got there she loaded the bodies into the back and then came up front, Axel next to her. She leaned on his shoulder for most of the ride until they got back to the hotel where she put the bodies in a cloth tarp which they’d found. The owner of the hover looked nervous, but didn’t complain.

When they arrived at the hotel Nightmare commed an escort droid, and paid him to take the bodies to the ship. As son as they got into the hotel she collapsed onto the bed. “We both need to take showers, you want to go first or me?”

She picked up her backpack which had her spare clothes. "Okay then. Although I might wash Ollie first, c'mere boy!" The dog happily followed her to the bathroom where she drew him a bath before scrubbing his fur. After a few minutes, she finished and turned to the still damp pooch. "Go get Axel boy! Go get him!" Ollie bolted out the door and flung himself on Axel, licking and barking happily as if saying, "Look! Look I'm clean now!" Nightmare giggled as she closed the door. He could take care of the dog for a bit while she cleaned up.

Carefully she took off her Beskar first, setting it on the ground while she stripped the cloth parts off. When she was unarmored and unclothed, she inspected her body in the mirror. It was covered with cuts and bruises with a fine layer of dirt on top. And of course, an incredibly large blue and yellow bruise was already on her throat. "Geez. He got me good." Then she got into the shower, first scalding herself with boiling hot water while she scrubbed then freezing herself with cold water while she rinsed. After about twenty minutes she was done and instead pulled on her spare clothes. They consisted of baggy grey sweat pants, a thin black tank top, a black hoodie which went on top of the tank top, and of course her helmet. She walked out of the shower with the cloth to her armor before nodding at Axel. "Bathroom's open. Oh, and take out the cloth part of your armor, we can send it down to be washed." Nightmare didn't bother trying to hide the various bruises and cuts, or the extremely large bruise on her throat. Axel won't think of me as weak if I have bruises or something.

Nightmare stretched out on the bed and cuddled with Ollie while she waited for Axel. It felt so incredibly good to be clean, have a happy dog, and a romantic partner. Doesn’t get much better than this. As Axel stepped out of the bathroom she stood up and took the cloth armor from him before calling a maid and having it sent down to be cleaned. When she laid down again, Axel was sitting there. She leaned against him before gently grabbing him and pulling him down so he was laying with her. “You know,” she pulled herself close to him so her helmet was touching his, “I’m all for a knight in shining armor, but you look just as good in casual.” Her hands wandered down to the back of his neck where she let them rest.

Nightmare cuddled closer to him as she felt his arms wrap around her, and buried her face into his chest. “You make me so incredibly happy.” All she wanted to do was sit there with him and cuddle, enjoying his presence. After a few minutes she looked up at him, a smirk forming on her face. “I did say I have something for you when we get back to the hotel. I know you kissed me earlier, but now it’s my turn.” Carefully she put her hands on her helmet, her heart beating faster. “At the same time though, ok?”

She grinned and blushed at his comment. “You’re still stunning, even with a broken nose.” For a few seconds she felt… normal. Like she was back in her village, not breaking a million rules in that moment, and she hadn’t just killed a guy to sell his body. Gently she pulled herself up so her face was level with his and stared into his steely eyes, her own deep green eyes brimming with affection. Then, almost dream like, she pressed her lips to his. It was absolutely as good as the first time. “You are everything I want, everything I need… and everything that is glorious and wonderful.” She let her lips feel his own, closing her eyes in utter contentment.

“Mmm…” she pretended to become deep in thought, slightly closing her eyes. “I think that was amazing,” she concluded with a grin, “but whether it was better than the first one I can’t tell.” His hands on the side of her face sent a shiver down her spine, as it did the first time they kissed. Her eyes flitted up to his broken nose where her face became worried for a moment. “You’re hurt,” she murmured, “I didn’t realize the troopers got you that bad.”

“Yeah that’s not how this is gonna go,” she said with a smirk, “I’m allowed to worry about you too. And bruises won’t kill me, but infections will.” At his comment about no one else seeing his face she rolled her eyes. “I’m not worried about your appearance, I’d love you if you broke every bone in your body and were as ugly as a Gungon. But I’d like to avoid having to dispose of your body if you died of an infection.” As she said the last part her tone was sarcastic, although still affectionate. “I think I can probably clean it… although it’s gonna hurt like a b*tch.” She got up from the bed and rummaged through her backpack until she found sticky bandages, gauze, disinfectant, and grabbed some scissors from the bathroom cabinet. “Alright sit up. If you behave well,” her tone became flirtatious again, “I’ll kiss you again.”