KotOR I: Orin Dakall
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+G through L › Knights of the Old Republic
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
55
Views:
10,421
Reviews:
44
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Four
AN: Sorry I didn't get this posted yesterday. I had to drive to St. Louis and back, and couldn't find time in the short interim. But I'm posting two tonight, so hopefully you'll forgive me. If not, feel free to vent about it when you write a review. ;)
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They dealt with the Sith patrol outside the apartment easily enough, though a Duros was killed before they could act. Another said he’d take care of the bodies, freeing Orin and Carth up for a bit of scavenging before saving precious Bastila. Of course, Orin hadn’t exactly told Carth that she was planning on stealing from the other residents, but he figured it out quick enough when she started picking locks.
“What the hell are you--”
“Who are you? What are you doing in here?” an angry woman demanded as Orin opened the door. “You can’t just come barging into someone’s home!”
“I, um, I’m sorry,” Orin said, taken a bit aback. “I was just investigating the area.”
“That’s no excuse,” she said, though she seemed slightly calmer, “You can’t just go around barging into people’s apartments because you’re curious! But at least you’re more polite than that pig, Holdan.”
Orin scanned the room for valuables, keeping the woman talking. “Holdan?” she asked, somewhat absently, “Who’s that?”
The woman sniffed. “Just one of Davik’s men who can’t keep his hands to himself.” At ‘Davik’ Orin’s head snapped to the woman with full attention. “But all he got for his trouble was a nasty scar from my vibroblade! Too bad I’m the one still paying the price.”
“What do you mean?” Orin asked quickly. Carth shifted beside her, uncomfortable.
“I... I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied warily. “I’m in enough trouble already. Besides, I don’t know if I can trust you.”
A smile, nearly a smirk, crossed Orin’s face, but immediately turned reassuring and warm. “You can trust me,” she said, almost crooning, “Maybe I can help.”
“Well,” the woman replied slowly, “I suppose you seem like an alright sort.” She sat and motioned for them to do the same. “When I cut Holdan it made him back off, but it also embarrassed him in front of his friends. Spiteful little Hutt-slug! He went and put out a bounty on my head for what I did!” She sighed. “That’s why I‘m hiding out here.”
Orin smiled sweetly, and put a hand on the woman’s knee. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I doubt it,” she said bitterly. “Holden’s one of Davik’s men. When you work for the local crime lord, the authorities tend to turn a blind eye. I’m afraid it’s between me and Holdan now.”
Her eyes were hard, but Orin’s voice still crooned. “Maybe I could speak to Holdan for you.” From the corner of her eye, she could see Carth stand and start pacing.
“You could try, I guess,” the woman said despondently. “He usually hangs out in the cantina in the Lower City. It probably won’t do any good. Holdan’s used to getting his own way. Still, I appreciate the offer.”
“I’ll do my best. Now,” she said, getting to business, “I want to ask you some questions.”
“Oh, I can’t help you there. Since this thing with Holdan, I’ve been scared to leave my apartment. I don’t know anything about what’s going on in the outside world anymore.”
Orin bit back her frustration. Take an interest, get her to open up, just to get a bit of information, and then she shuts me down. She stood, joining Carth. “I’ll be going now,” she said, somewhat shortly.
“Goodbye, and good luck. I hope you can talk some sense into Holdan.”
Orin nodded curtly and turned, but Carth stepped forward.
“I’m sorry, but what was your name?”
For the first time, the woman smiled, really beamed. “Dia,” she said to Carth. “My name’s Dia.”
“It was a pleasure, Dia,” he said, nodding to her as he followed Orin out. The door closed, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her to face him. “You were going to steal from her!”
Before she had a chance to think, Orin had punched Carth in the throat and ripped her arm free, moving it immediately to the vibroblade on her back. He stared at her, hand on his neck, and she lowered her hand. “I don’t respond well to physical contact,” she said lamely. “And I already did.” She pulled a small bag from her rucksack. “Just a medpac and a few creds. I figure if she’s hiding out in her apartment, and we’re trying to sneak the most conspicuous person on the planet off, then we need them more than she does.” Carth continued staring at her coldly. “I’m gonna get the bounty off her, you don’t think that’s ample repayment?” she said hotly. He didn’t respond. “Fine,” she said, throwing her hands in the air and stalking to the next door. By the time he reached it, she was already inside scrounging for anything useful.
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They dealt with the Sith patrol outside the apartment easily enough, though a Duros was killed before they could act. Another said he’d take care of the bodies, freeing Orin and Carth up for a bit of scavenging before saving precious Bastila. Of course, Orin hadn’t exactly told Carth that she was planning on stealing from the other residents, but he figured it out quick enough when she started picking locks.
“What the hell are you--”
“Who are you? What are you doing in here?” an angry woman demanded as Orin opened the door. “You can’t just come barging into someone’s home!”
“I, um, I’m sorry,” Orin said, taken a bit aback. “I was just investigating the area.”
“That’s no excuse,” she said, though she seemed slightly calmer, “You can’t just go around barging into people’s apartments because you’re curious! But at least you’re more polite than that pig, Holdan.”
Orin scanned the room for valuables, keeping the woman talking. “Holdan?” she asked, somewhat absently, “Who’s that?”
The woman sniffed. “Just one of Davik’s men who can’t keep his hands to himself.” At ‘Davik’ Orin’s head snapped to the woman with full attention. “But all he got for his trouble was a nasty scar from my vibroblade! Too bad I’m the one still paying the price.”
“What do you mean?” Orin asked quickly. Carth shifted beside her, uncomfortable.
“I... I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied warily. “I’m in enough trouble already. Besides, I don’t know if I can trust you.”
A smile, nearly a smirk, crossed Orin’s face, but immediately turned reassuring and warm. “You can trust me,” she said, almost crooning, “Maybe I can help.”
“Well,” the woman replied slowly, “I suppose you seem like an alright sort.” She sat and motioned for them to do the same. “When I cut Holdan it made him back off, but it also embarrassed him in front of his friends. Spiteful little Hutt-slug! He went and put out a bounty on my head for what I did!” She sighed. “That’s why I‘m hiding out here.”
Orin smiled sweetly, and put a hand on the woman’s knee. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I doubt it,” she said bitterly. “Holden’s one of Davik’s men. When you work for the local crime lord, the authorities tend to turn a blind eye. I’m afraid it’s between me and Holdan now.”
Her eyes were hard, but Orin’s voice still crooned. “Maybe I could speak to Holdan for you.” From the corner of her eye, she could see Carth stand and start pacing.
“You could try, I guess,” the woman said despondently. “He usually hangs out in the cantina in the Lower City. It probably won’t do any good. Holdan’s used to getting his own way. Still, I appreciate the offer.”
“I’ll do my best. Now,” she said, getting to business, “I want to ask you some questions.”
“Oh, I can’t help you there. Since this thing with Holdan, I’ve been scared to leave my apartment. I don’t know anything about what’s going on in the outside world anymore.”
Orin bit back her frustration. Take an interest, get her to open up, just to get a bit of information, and then she shuts me down. She stood, joining Carth. “I’ll be going now,” she said, somewhat shortly.
“Goodbye, and good luck. I hope you can talk some sense into Holdan.”
Orin nodded curtly and turned, but Carth stepped forward.
“I’m sorry, but what was your name?”
For the first time, the woman smiled, really beamed. “Dia,” she said to Carth. “My name’s Dia.”
“It was a pleasure, Dia,” he said, nodding to her as he followed Orin out. The door closed, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her to face him. “You were going to steal from her!”
Before she had a chance to think, Orin had punched Carth in the throat and ripped her arm free, moving it immediately to the vibroblade on her back. He stared at her, hand on his neck, and she lowered her hand. “I don’t respond well to physical contact,” she said lamely. “And I already did.” She pulled a small bag from her rucksack. “Just a medpac and a few creds. I figure if she’s hiding out in her apartment, and we’re trying to sneak the most conspicuous person on the planet off, then we need them more than she does.” Carth continued staring at her coldly. “I’m gonna get the bounty off her, you don’t think that’s ample repayment?” she said hotly. He didn’t respond. “Fine,” she said, throwing her hands in the air and stalking to the next door. By the time he reached it, she was already inside scrounging for anything useful.