Sigourney sat at the bar, having spotted her target already. She was one to observe her prey's attitude, getting a feel for their weakness. She had found her target's weak spot already; alcohol. Sigourney counted five drinking games that Rik'Tani had won and throughout all, the Zeltron had watched on with equal parts awe and disgust. The bounty hunter didn't drink, she preferred to keep a sharp mind about her; something that the Zabrak would definitely be lacking tonight. Sigourney thought about her weapons, mentally checking that she had packed all she would need. Hidden under a coat, Sigourney wore shoulder holsters which held a razor net gun and a back-up blaster pistol. Holstered at her hip was a DeathHammer 434 blaster pistol, set to stun. The jacket itself had been falling apart. It was an old hand-me-done from her mother. In an interior, hidden pocket she had stored a Vibroblade for worst case scenarios. She had come well equipped for this mission, as she always did.
Glancing over to where the dancing commotion had erupted, she saw her target, the Zabrak. She was flitting about the crowd, dancing from one person to another. Sigourney saw her chance and took it. While the Zabrak had been preoccupied, she stood up and walked briskly towards the crowd. In the few seconds it took to get there she had already removed her netgun from the holster. Sigourney lifted her arm and pointed the gun towards her target. She fired the net instantly, the air exploding with a phoosh as she attempted to capture the Zabrak.
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