Hypolita Park - Theseus Station
        In the heart of the station, this central park setting seems
 like a bit of Kalla recreated in space. Sodium lighting over head
 simulates an eternal mid summer afternoon's sunlight as HVAC fans
 create a fresh breeze that zephyrs among trees and plants. ESPO
 presence is lesser with patrollers traveling in pairs to assure remote
 safety and order. Live birds chirp and hop from ground to tree only to
 battle with cute squacabe, ground rodents, over possession of a sorel
 nut. Water features, including a waterfall from the high ceiling, are
 decorated with subdued statuary to legendary sports figures from a
 myriad of sports. Food merchants wheel carts about, happy to cater to
 hungry visitors to the park.
        The Park takes up the greater portion of the deck but at the
 periphery is the racers entrance to Titania track. A clear pathway
 exists for the moving of swoops to and fro the freight turbo lifts.
 There is a Sports Hall of Fame at other end of the park and the Galactic
 Swoop League's Head Quarters is here as is the backstage performers'
 entrance to the Amphitheatre. Puck Amphitheatre and Water Park make up
 the center of the larger park. The performance center used on off days
 as a family, aquatic tourist attraction.

      Around mid-day and the visitors to the Theseus station are out in force, literaly hundreds mill about the edges of the park, some dedicated swooping fans hoping to catch a glimpse of their hero's as they enter and exit the track, others simply content to take a lunchtime wander around the suprisingly serene, if artifical park.
      Amongst those enjoying the soft sploshing of the water features and the cool air provided by the station's conditioning is Malaki, far removed from his usual garb of combat armour and an array of weapons that could put a batallion of Imperial Stormtroopers to shame, simple black leathers clad his body as the apparently relaxing hunter scans the horizons, a slight smile tugging at his lips when crystal eyes fall upon a happy couple sharing a loving kiss besides the nearby waterfall.

      Having been running her swoop between heats Ryshel is clad in the bold red vacsuit that matches the racing bike again. She enters the park and stretches a little looking about for a good place to sit and relax for a few minutes. Absently her fingers flip the seal on the racing uniform and let air back into the thing.
      Blue eyes spot a free space at the fountain and she heads there to have a seat. The cool water should help relax her from the horrid run on the track. Good thing she'd already run her heat and done much better.

      As Malaki continues to gaze around the park, actualy slowly rotating in his spot and shredding whatever mysterious mystique might have been surrounding him into tiny, barely memorable peices his eyes fall upon a familiar figure...and what a figure it is! Quinn, in all her vac- suited glory walks seemingly unaware of his presence. Very nearly folding over in laughter as his words from Calamari echo in his head "Where-ever one goes, the other shortly follows". A broad grin spreads across his lips and slipping out of sight begins a wide circle, as he might use to get a drop on a bounty he now uses with the intent of surprising the relaxing young woman.

      Blissfully unaware of most _everything_ going on in the park Ryshel leans back slightly and shakes the mass of curls off her neck and then scritches slightly at the braids that have shortened the locks by nearly a foot. Eyes closed she sighs softly and then sits up to consider the vendors scattered around the park wondering what she'll have to eat today. The soft rumbling of her stomach reminds her that she missed a meal.

      Stalking up behind Ryshel in total silence the heavy boots surprisngly do a great deal to surpress the sounds of foot-step and it seems that their simple appearance is quite deceiving. Grinning like a corellian alley cat, Malaki takes a few steps more and his lips press lightly to the young woman's neck, hands slipping to gently hold her hips. Speaking only in a soft whisper, barely audiable over the fountain. "Guess who.."

      Laughing brightly at the whisper he'd just better be glad she recognizes that voice or he might be talking more like a girl right now. Ryshel whispers back, "You bounty hunters are all alike.." She's teasing of course because she doesn't know any other bounty hunters.

      A soft laugh spills forth from Malaki's lips as he continues to lightly kiss Ryshel's neck, one hand reaching up to brush the blonde curls away for her neck. A sound of shocked innocence in his soft whispered reply "We are? In what way?"

      Turning around to look up at him those blue eyes sparkle with a mischief he should well recognize and a color he probably isn't used to, "You're all a bunch of rogues out stealing hearts." Ryshel pokes at him gently, "What are you doing here?" But her stomach growls again and she blushes at the inpoliteness of her own body.

      An eyebrow arches slightly at the un-expected colour, yet to go with the unexpected name he saw on the GSL board its not all that much of a surprise. Returning your earlier tease with one of his own the the mischeif in your eyes reflected in his as they stare deeply into yours. "Been spending enough time around my fellow rogues to learn this first hand?" Leaning down just a little he plants a soft kiss now upon your lips before continuing. "Well I was originaly checking some details of a bounty sighting on the station...but when I saw the name "Quinn" on the leader board upstairs I decided that the scum of the galaxy could wait whilst I investigated this Ryshel character...and from what I can see I might have to may apologise to Kiare when I next see her for the ungentlemanly thoughts running through my mind about her twin sister..." his grin broadens and even as one hand slips around to hold you closer to him the other cups your cheek and thumb strokes it softly.

      Returning the kiss Ryshel smiles up at you, "Just a change in hair style, eye color and a little judicious use of my middle name to remain anonymous." The whispered words are for him alone as are the ones that follow, "How is it we keep ending up in all the same places?"

      Smiling back, adoration and contentment in the hunter's glistening crystal eyes. Continuing the jests Malaki leans in close and kissing your ear with a little added lick whispers softly "Well...last I was on the Dia I managed to evade the best of the Republic's intelligence personnel and overcome the ingenious security locks board every ship in the hangers...then I planted an undetectable homing beacon upon each one and the rest was simply some legwork in determining which you were aboard... alturnatively it may just be fate. I'll let you decide that one.."

      A soft smile touchs Ryshel's features and she slips her arms up around your shoulders, "You might be good.. but you're not that good. It must just be fate." She kisses you tenderly and then nuzzles your neck. "But that's okay too."

      A soft sigh escapes Malaki's lips and he holds you tightly to him, lips closing over crystal blue eyes and every part of him wishing that the embrace need never end.
      Yet even as the hunter opens his lips to speak a small hand tugs softly at the leg of your jumpsuit and standing aside the pair a young girl with a datapad and laser pen in hand smiles upwards, her juvenile, high pitched voice ringing out. "Ms Quinn! Ms Quinn!"

      A grin is aimed at you and Ryshel turns to the youngster. A bright smile is given to the girl, "Yes? Can I do something for you, sweetie?" Those blue eyes flick up to the hunter a brow arching but she shrugs, this isn't exactly something she's had before.

A young swoop fan
      Barely four feet tall, a young human girl no older than ten
 years old with shoulder length, golden-blonde curls stands in a
 replica red, vacsuit complete with a pair of knee-height white boots
 and upon the right handside of her chest a small white tab with the
 words "Ryshel Quinn" imprinted upon it. Though obviously no swooper,
 she beams a happy smile and bright blue eyes twinkle from her face.

      Never himself been the kind of person anybody emulated, has even less experience in this than perhaps Ryshel, yet the scene is familiar as the the grips of his pistols or a pilot's controls upon his ship; a young swooping fan meeting her idol.

      Blushing a bright red, the young girl is very nearly bowled over at being spoken to by her heroine, her breaths short and every word spoken carrying a nervous giggle. "Miss Quinn, may I have your aoo..auuto.." she casts a look backwards and but a few meters stands a woman in fashionable corellian dress, mouthing the words to the girl who must be her daughter. Carrying on, now knowing the correct pronunciation of the word, speaking it slowly to ensure it is accurate "aut-o-graph...please Miss Quinn! Please!" She actualy bounces up and down on her toes in excitement and it's all Malaki can do to restrain a laugh.

      Crouching down in front of the girl Ryshel reaches for the datapad and the laser pen, "What's your name, sweetie?" The swooper is blushing because the little girl is dressed just like her. Pen poised over the datapad she waits for the information before signing.

      "Ismin, Miss Quinn!" comes the hurried response, the little girl continuing to bounce up and down upon her toes in excitement as she watches Ryshel's hand with enraptured delight, as though it may hold some magical property which she would not wish to miss by even so much as blinking.

      Sylian makes his way out of the turbolift on his way to go for a casual stroll through the park and to let his mind wander. At least he was for the most part getting a small bit of recreation on this break. Unlike most times when he tries to take time off from work. And he had conviently left his comlink on the ship so that no one could get ahold of him. It's no wonder he hasn't been spending much time on the ship, and getting a hotel room as opposed to the bunk in the cargo hold of the ship.
      As he slowly walks down the path, his eyes finally fall on Ryshel. A large smile crosses his face as he angles his direction to walk over to her, grinning as she is talking to a young girl. Putting on a devilish smirk as he reaches her, he lightly taps her shoulder and tries to mimic a different voice, "Excuse me, miss? WHen you're done do you think I could get your autograph as well. I'm a big fan." He smirks a little before stepping aside slightly so as to not be in the way.

      Signing the datapad Ryshel misses Sylian's approach, 'Ismin, my first fan. Lots of luck. Always, Ryshel Quinn' and a little heart with speed lines. She was just about to hand the datapad back when there's a tap on her shoulder. Looking up she smirks at Sylian's voice impressions, "You'll just have to wait, sir." Her gaze turns back to the girl, "Here you go Ismin." Then she reaches out and ruffles the girls curls.

      Grinning broadly and ceasing her bouncing for just a moment, Ismin clutches the pad close to her chest and looking down at it for a moment as Ryshel ruffles her hair. "Thankyou Miss Quinn! When I grow up I wan't to be just like you Miss Quinn!" Looking up once again, blue and blue meeting she throws up her free arm in a gestured request of a hug.

      Laughter bubbles forth and Ryshel relents giving the requested hug, "You just be careful and you can grow up to be anything you want, Sweetie." The curls are ruffled again and as the swooper rises the mother is given a grin.

      Malaki too has been watching all that occured and his grin stretches ear to ear as he watches the happy young girl skip away alongside her mother. Offering an inclined head by way of greeting to Sylian before his attentions are retutned to Ryshel. "I wouldn't nessecerily say the first...but certainly one of the sweetest!" he laughs softly and playfully pokes her tummy. "Now if this is any indication somebody missed brekfast...I hear theres a resturant not far from here that specialises in Corellian foods, fancy settling that growl before a horde of wookies burst outta there?"

      Sylian smiles as the little girl skips off and moves closer to Ryshel to give her a quick hug and kiss before backing away and grinning. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a small box and handing it to Ryshel, "A little something I picked up for you just after your race finished the other evening. I had been hoping to give it to you sooner, but you've been a might busy." He smiles as he holds the box to her, the box is a little small, though there is a note and a rose tied to the top of the box behind the bow. A red ribben wraps around the sleek silver paper wrapping the box itself.

The Note
 Dearest, Ryshel. 
     You did a marvelous job on the track this evening. In the box you
 will find a picture of what is awaiting you on your ship when you 
 return to it. 
 			Love, Sylian.
			
The Box
     Opening the box finds a small box of chocolates and a pendant. The 
 pendant which is draped over a bit of dark velvet is white gold setting
 and chain supporting a diamond shining back a rainbow when the light
 hits it. Engraved on the back of the pendant: "For the one who's beauty 
 dims the stars."
     On the bottom of it all is a picture of a bluish-silver kitten about
 eight weeks of age.

      The hug is returned and blushing a very curious Ryshel accepts the box. Once the bow is removed the rose is tucked into her hair and then the note is read. Curiouser and curiouser.. Slowly the box is opened the pendant is ooh'd at appropriately before being fastened around her neck and then the chocolates which are smiled for but passed over to find out what's in the bottom of the box. Once the picture is revealed she bounces on the balls of her feet. The little blue-grey kitty in the picture is just cute as can be!

      An eyebrow arches at the production of the gift and Malaki's natural curiosity is peaked and a sly grin falls across his lips, lightly back-hand slapping Sylian's free bicep. "Honestly Jaren, anyone would think you'd been a Hutt slave all your life. Gifts are given after dinner..." the words of chastisment of etiquette spoken with a joking tone as he peers oven Ryshel's shoulder, over the pendant and down to the picture of the cat and a soft "awwwwww.." slips the hunter's lips. "Now isn't that one of the cutest little thing?"

      It's just too cute.. too perfect a gift and Ryshel steps forward throwing her arms around Sylian and snugging him quite tightly. A kitten! Her very own kitten! And so cute! She kisses him and then blushes brightly stepping back quickly.

      Sylian smiles and grins at Malaki for a moment, "Oh I have other stuff for after dinner. And, I'm Sylian, I don't know who this Jaren person is you spoke of." He looks sternly into the man's eyes for a moment and then returns the kiss to Ryshel and hugging her back tightly, "I'm glad you like it, I wasn't sure what kind to get, so I had to guess." He smiles a little as he lets her step back and lightly grasps her hand to kiss it gently before letting it go, "And tonight, dinner for everyone is on me." He smiles into Ryshel's eyes for a moment and grinning at Malaki, "Unless you wanted to pay of course." He winks a little to the man and pushes his vest open a little as he puts his hands into his trouser pockets.

      "I had intended to buy..'Sylian'" the words are spoken with a delibarate but hushed stress and an eyebrow rises, another operation he seems to have stumbled across perhaps. "..I insist, my treat." he casts a glance to Sylian and laughs softly as he speaks. "Although if your people keep snatching up every bounty in twenty parsecs I'll soon be out of a job..."
      Offering a hand to Ryshel he gestures with the external one towards a southern promenade. "It is not far and I know the owner so he shouldn't complain about out...less than formal attire." Winking at the young lady as he speaks.

      Ryshel's fingers stroke the image, "It's perfect.. so cute. Bet it's cuddly too, and soft. Does it.. have a name already?" She's curious about the kitty her eyes going from Sylian to Malaki and back again taking a single step toward Malaki. "I don't care who pays and I just want to eat and enjoy myself." A smile is directed to Malaki and she nods.

      Sylian raises an eyebrow questioningly, "I'm not sure I know what you mean, my organization taking bounties." But he shrugs anyway and smiles at Ryshel as he offers an arm to her, "Nope, not yet. I thought you would like to pick the name yourself. Which is also part of why I got one so young." He smiles as he turns to look towards the southern promenade and grins, "I would be more than happy to let you pay, good sir." He grins a little, as he takes in the scenery of the place.

      Taking Ryshel's hand in his, Malaki offers her the first step towards the curving south road and despite a slightly perplexed glance to the man he recognises quite well, endevours to continue conversation. "You never did answer my question 'Miss Quinn'" he quotes the girl and Sylian in the use of the young ladies arm. Grinning playfully as he does so. "How is it exactly you know that all we roguish bounty hunters steal hearts?"

      With Sylian on one side of her and Malaki on the other she feels a bit like the meal between two kryat dragons, but she says nothing of this as the trio walks to the restaraunt. Instead she answers the Bounty Hunter's question, "I read, dear, I read. Bounty Hunters are notorious for more than just their job. Seems that many of them have women in love with them all over the galaxy and they shun any attachment that keeps them from their profession."

      Sylian chuckles softly as he listens to the two and lightly pats Ryshel's hand that is hooked through his other arm, "So, was your first actual race as exciting as it looked?" He grins as they walk towards the restaurant glad she liked the gifts, and he couldn't wait to tell her about the other one, though that could wait until later. Right now he was just interested in good company and good food. And the whole galaxy knew, no food beat authentic Corellian cousine. Not always as good as on the planet itself, but some places were even better. Idily he wonders which this place will be, the former, or the later.

      Laughing softly, the hunter's eyes twinkle as he speaks. "I see...and would you be one of woman to lose their heart to a bounty hunter...if so I shall track him across the galaxy and demand he brings it back at once!" Well aware that all three shall not fit through the door at once, Malaki releases Ryshel's hand after planting a soft kiss upon in. As the trio near the doors to the restaurant Malaki skips a step ahead and opens heavy swing door, "Ladies first of course" and holding it in place until the pair have passed before following them inside.

Corellia Bites
       Stylishly designed and kept always up to date with the latest
 Corellian fashions for interior design and the trends of clothing for
 it's staff it is little wonder than Corellia Bites is one of the most
 popular restaurants on all of the Thesesus station. Nearly filled with
 happily dining clients the lighting is soft and for the most part the
 customers are smartly dressed couples enjoying a range of dishes, some
 of which are Corellian and some even the most experienced traveller
 may not have seen before. As you enter a smartly dressed middle-aged
 man, carrying a red, leather-bound reservation book approaches and
 requests your name.

      Ryshel smiles at the interior of the restaraunt, "Beautiful, Malaki." She winks at him and leaves the conversation they were having outside. No sense starting a fight in here.

      Sylian bows slightly as he lets Ryshel enter the restaurant before him and smiles at Malaki and offers a nod to him for holding the door, "Thanks." He says simply as he looks at the interior of the place and whistles slightly, "Nice place." He grins a little. For the most part he doesn't really paying too much attention to their conversation, as he wasn't there for the beginning of it and didn't want to interrupt any more than he already had. Turning to look at Ryshel once more he beams a little, "Almost as beautiful as you, sweet heart. Though still light years behind."

      Turning to the arriving waiter, who does little but scowl at the group of what he clearly considered miscreants; Malaki glares back with equal contempt. Words exchanged in the language of the Twi'lek and immediately the waiter snaps to sharp attention, a clicking of his heals upon the floor and a low bow gesturing all to a table in the center of the room.
      Before the waiter can lead the three away however Malaki casts another glance at the man calling himself Sylian and bows his head to Ryshel "I am afraid that I cannot stay, but the staff here will treat you well and will place the bill upon my tab." A soft smile is offered to a woman though a look of great sadness and reluctance in his eyes. "Dine well..."

      Sylian smiles as the waiter nods to whatever it was Malaki had said, he wasn't quite sure about the whole thing, though he was able to recognize a couple of the words, mostly the 'Be nice' part. Though that was about it. As Malaki speaks to them and makes his leave, Sylian looks a little confused by the man's reaction, though doesn't say much as he turns back to the waiter who is ready to bring them to a table. He sits down across from the beautiful woman and smiles at her as he thanks the waiter for the menus and starts to read it, "So was your first official race as exciting for you as it was for me to watch?" He smiles into her eyes as he looks up from the menu.

      Looking up from the menu Ryshel smiles faintly, "I think being here and being in the throw of things is... I'm finding more and more the experience is changing the way I think about things."

      Sylian smiles as he finally chooses his dish and tells the waiter what he would like and what his drink preference was before handing him the menu. He smiles back at Ryshel and nods his head, "If it is something you don't wish to talk about, that is ok. But I am curious." He smiles a little, "It is my job after all." He smiles again as he laughs softly, "So have you thought of a name for you little kitten yet?"

      Shaking her head Ryshel sighs, "I will think of one when I meet... him.. her.." Quietly she recites her choices to the waiter and adds the drink she desires then hands over the menu. "A lot of things on my mind of late I suppose."

      Sylian smiles and nods, "Well tonight we are here for a good time." He smiles as he folds his hands on the table infront of him and looks into her eyes once more losing himself in those deep blue pools, "So let that not trouble you." He smiles again as he changes the subject a little, "And the kitten is a she. I figured you would like some female company when you were alone. Someone who could listen and understand things from a female point of view, even if she can't really respond with words."

      Ryshel's gaze drops the faux blue eyes shifting to study the picture she hasn't let go of. "She.. she's very beautiful. She looks so soft. Such a pretty color. Is she playful? Affectionate? Friendly?" The free hand fingers the pendant slowly before her eyes lift again. "I should have brought more practice jumpsuits."

      Sylian grins, "That little gal is extremely frisky. And very lovable. She didn't want to leave my lap the entire trip to your ship." He smiles at the mention of the practice suits, "Well it just so happens I have a couple of spares for you. I figured you probably wouldn't want to use the same one or ones over and over. I picked em at the Howling Wookie Swoop Shop on the station." He smiles a little more, "Plus I figure, one can never have enough. If yer racing enough, you probably go through them pretty quickly."

      A smile creeps onto her features at the revelations about the kitten and then she blushes when you mention the extra jumpsuits. Ryshel nods, "I only brought my racing suit and two practice ones.. Oh, did I tell you I met the G1 from TCR? He's nice."

      Sylian smiles, "Well, I also figured since they have the best prices on upgrades, their gear is probably a bit cheaper as well." He smiles again and looks down at the table for a couple of minutes, he smiles as the waiter brings their drink and offers a nod and a quiet thank you before turning back to Ryshel, "Would you like to dance while we wait for our food to arrive?"

      Shaking her head Ryshel traces a finger around the rim of the glass, "I'm not really in much of a dancing mood. There were heats left to run and I'm not sure if I've been bumped yet."

      Sylian smiles and nods as he picks his own glass up and takes a small sip of it, "So anything you would like to talk about or do while we wait?" He smiles as he waits for her, "I'm glad you like the kitten though. And the pendant." He nods his head towards it slightly and smiles.

      Blushing faintly Ryshel looks down at the pendant, "It's very pretty, thank you." She looks around, "It should be here soon, right?" Surely they weren't going to have to wait too much longer. She wanted to go check the leader boards as soon as dinner was over.

      Sylian smiles and nods as he looks around the restaurant and sees it is relatively quiet this evening, "I don't think it will be too long. We're practically the only ones here this evening." He smiles and sets down his glass, folding his hands on the table once more and leaning back slightly in his chair.

      Nodding Ryshel took a drink from her glass and looks toward the kitchen wondering how much longer it was gonna be. Drinks took 20 minutes, and it'd been ten more since those arrived. Thirty long minutes of idle chatter about nothing important, it was like trying to talk to someone when you had nothing in common but that just wasn't the way here. It just seemed that nothing they had in common was fit for discussion in a public place.

      Sylian smiles and nods, at the same time the waiter comes back out with their food, and sets it on the table. As he picks up his fork and smiles into her eyes again, "Blue suits you, you know. I don't know if I had said it before. But it is a very pretty shade. It matches your hair nicely." He smiles again as he reaches into his pocket and pulls something else out and hands it to her. It is a folded over piece of paper with a few words typed on it, "That's the code for the new ship I picked up for the team. The ship's name is Corellian Sunsent. I named it that in remembrance of the night we had on the beach together as we watched the sunset. Well before that man got his brain knocked around a little." He smiles a little as he looks down at the table and his plate, blushing slightly.

      Blushing herself Ryshel looks down at her plate and takes up her fork, "I remember that night. It was... very nice but it seems like so long ago. So much has changed." She has a bite of a vegetable from the plate and her eyes skim over you. "I'm not terribly fond of them blue. It just doesn't seem like me looking back."