A Dangerous Dust Ball

[Formorta]

Mos Eisely, Cantina, Night
Formota idly sat in one of corner booths of the well known bar, legs propped up on the table she resided at, holding her massive APAR rifle in hand, it mechanical components scattered besides her on the seat. Her last job against rouge Sith Zabarak had not gone as planned, and though she could have hounded the man had better things to do with her time.

Though what really ticked off the usually calm woman was the fact said Sith had been on world only a few hour before her arrival and from her under ground contacts had come to this exact Cantina, to do what else, cause trouble, kill people and be a general nuisance. ".... next time... I won't miss".

With the last phrase Formorta finished placing the last piece of the disassembled rifle back into its right spot, the bolt sliding into place with the familiar audible click, "... but how to kill a coward that runs away from combat, and can predict my sniper fire"? Perhaps working with someone? maybe but Formorta worked alone most of the time, only getting in a group if her employer required it, but besides that the masked assassin did not have any immediate friends to call up in for help, leaving her in a sticky situation.

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[Jovian Coopre]

"What is this, some kind of duo?"

Being at Jovian's favorite cantina was enjoyable. Jovian loved coming back to Mos Eisley Cantina for rather a drink or just some fun. The actual one place where he'll take off his helmet not because he forced to or he has to. He enjoyed the subtle music that was playing. It all calmed down his nerves most likely prevented the most anxiety attacks, which was a plus. Jovian wasn't at the famous cantina on work, he just wanted rest and a place to sit down, to relax and have a little fun before he ends up in a situation where he gets shot at multiple times by who knows what.

He did have his rifle over his shoulder, his blaster pistol in his holster and his Jetpack in the corner where he always keeps it when he comes there. He just sat at the bar waiting for his drink to be served. He scanned the room, looking for new faces, out of curiosity. He saw some familiars in the cantina but there was one woman that stood out among the rest of the folk. She had rifle, just like Jovian, and she had her hood up and mask on, not really enjoying anything. Another bounty hunter? Jovian thought to himself. It would be the first time where he's actually seen another bounty hunter, not in the fray of battle. So what's not to say an idea came to mind where he would go over there introduce himself. So, that's what he did.

He grabbed his drink, stood up, and walked over to the woman sitting over at the table. His hood was down and his helmet was off, so clear view of the face was shown. He looked at her, gave her a little salute and asked, "You appear to have no company, may I sit here?

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

It may have not looked like it but Formorta kept an eye on all those entering and leaving the bar, her inbuilt armour sensors helping a bit, but for the most part it was just her eyes attuned to picking up the slightest of movement when focused on a specific area. Probably a bad habit, though it had come in handy more times than the gun for hire could count, most notably when combined with some other useful skills of hers, most did not know about. As such the new well-armed and armoured man that entered the crowded establishment was missed, there armour being distinctly that of a Mando, but his motions and movements were not that of the usual proud Mandalorian warrior.

If that was the case how did he acquire such armour, or was it a personally made suit? Whatever the case if was not her position to pry into other affairs unless that was a current job, though it seemed fate had other ideas. At the sound of approaching footsteps Formorta's red eye looked back to the armoured mercenary looking fellow, said individual clearly walking towards her, a drink in hand a helmet off, for some reason giving a salute of sort, odd way to introduce one’s self. "... you may sit .... what would you like to discuss", if someone wanted to sit with her it was often about business or work, she doubted the man was trying to chat her up, though general social talk was not out of the question.

She placed her oversized Anti-tank rifle to her side, un-holstering her small lightweight counterpart, proceeding to slowly dissemble it and clean out the more complex parts, the sand on Tatooine did not mix well with mechanical deceives. This also served as a distraction, most people did not know about Fromrota's extra arms, while two where in plain view, cleaning the gun, one was keep a hold of her back up blasters, just in case this new person tried anything sketchy.

[member="Jovian Coopre"]

 

[Jovian Coopre]

Jovian saw the woman looking at him in a strange way. He was puzzled on why she was, but he wasn't going to invest all of his time on it. At least she allowed him to sit. He sat down, taking another sip of his drink and saw the anti-tank rifle. At this point, Coopre almost spat out his drink. He finished the sip and he stared at the weapon. It's overall size was longer than any rifle he's come across, and the longer in-size. the farther you can hit from. He wondered how she acquired the weapon, but it was better to not gawk at it.

"Impressive weapon. But that's not the reason why I came over here. You, look exactly like a bounty hunter. Not like that half of the people here aren't, you have the tone. That's also why I didn't come over here. Why I did is because, you look like your in a bit of a one way situation and you need help. Welp, help has arrived. Also, I don't why, but I feel a firearm being pointed at me. Is that you?"

He tried to reach for his helmet, but then remembered that he had left it on the counter. "One second." He stood up, grabbed his helmet, asked for another drink, and sat back down. The bartender came over gave him his drink. He took the drink and took an unusual long sip.

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

The two sat in silence for a bit, Formorta noting the way he observed her arsenal of weaponry, was the APAR over kill? probably, but its whole point was to take down vehicles and large animals, so its size was necessary. In a sense, the things were not even a rifle, more like a cannon that belonged on a light armoured car or CAS craft, the thing was it did its job and did it well, though it was not always her main choice of weapon.

"... thank you, I made her myself, with help from a certain Jawa business man ... I am a bounty hunter, also a mercenary and an assassin", That much should have been obvious, snipers tended to be the assassination type, even on the battlefield their task was more or less assassination. She waited until the man retrieved his helmet and drink before continuing, though a cold-blooded killer Formorta tried not to be rude. "Hm... your perceptive... I like that and yes I am possibly looking for help... also there may or may not be a gun pointed at you, I just don't generally trust strangers". Heck Formorta had trouble trusting her own employers and team mates haft the time, probably had something to do with them always having a back-stabbing air about them.

[member="Jovian Coopre"]

 

[Jovian Coopre]

Coopre heard her call herself a bounty hunter, mercenary, and an assassin, a three in one combo. That was surely impressive, to have skills in basically the three tenets of bounty hunting. But when she mentioned she was "possibly" looking for help, it caught him by surprise. That would be an interesting experience to work with another bounty hunter. He had always worked alone, no matter what it was. He played around with the rest of his drink, gulping it down and finishing it. He took a look at his helmet, and put it back on, fixing it's place on his head.

"Possibly, looking for help? Never heard that come out of a bounty hunter's mouth." He said, flipping an old style coin. "If your looking for help then you're in luck. I'll help you with one or so contracts, as long as I get half of the pay you get sounds like a deal." He said, signalling the bartender to serve him another drink.

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

Formorta did not change expression as the man's reasons to her ask for help, "... I do not usually ask for help, I prefer tow work alone, but I am also no idiot and can recognized when I am outmatched". Well not outmatched, more like constantly outwitted by the Siths slippery nature. Her target was easy enough to find, just listen for reports on young force sensitives being murdered and old haggard Jedi being shocked to death in broad day light, though for some reason he seemed to be untouchable.

"In my line of work there is no such things as luck, but you seem like and experienced fighter, as for the contact, it is not your average bounty, this mission is assassination, with my client contacting me directly to dispose of a certain target". Well, more like her superior officer, but he did not need to know that, in a nut shell it was just a plain assassination of a rouge Sith killing every force user in sight, would be very easy to expect multiple hits on such a mad man.

"As for the reward, I have no trouble splitting it 50/50, but that depends on how you perform during the take down, we have yourself a deal". Formorta reach her right front arm forward, wanting to cement the arrangement with a hand shake, no reason they could not be civil about preparing to kill someone.

[member="Jovian Coopre"]

 

[Jovian Coopre]

"Well damn, you might as well have yourself a deal." Shaking the hand right in front of him. She gave him all the details about the target, saving it all as one note on his wrist computer. He knew what he needed to know for this thing to be successful, bow all there is too it is to match up the targets description with an actual target, and do the contract. But Coopre felt an odd urge. He could feel that there was something she wasn't telling him. It was an instinct that you get from bounty hunting. You have to know all the facts to get the job done, not just part by part. Because then, it might just go wrong because there were some measly details you forgot and the whole operation went south. Coopre had to know a least a little more before he could get a match.

"Well, miss, is there something odd about this target, any details that your leaving out?"

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

That was easy, then again money was a very good negotiator, and the reward, well more price paid for getting people to see things their way. "I appreciate the help", The shake was firm and understanding, before she proceeded to explain the target detail, "Our target is a Zabarak, red skin black tattoos, looks very much like Darth Maul, you know, the one around before the clone wars started, like that, even wields a sabre staff too". "His name remained unknown so far, but he is easy to track, not the subtlest killer mind you, but is slippery, constantly makes blind jumps to escape purist and rarely stays to fight".

She ceased the conversation, finishing cleaning her Ol-2, returning it to her side, along with the other weapons at her disposal, "Anything odd... not that I know of, he has an uncanny ability to sense any attack and doge them, but no, nothing else, as for business dealings, you leave that to me, in a sense I am your employer right now, think of it as a person hiring a bounty hunter to take down a target, but joining in on the action as well". There was also a slightly amount of personal motive in their chase, that man had ruined her perfect shot record, and that made her mad, no one made a fool of her and lived for long, but this Sith was proving that wrong, and it was getting under her skin.

[member="Jovian Coopre"]

 

[Jovian Coopre]

He repeated all of the extra information while he typed the rest of it onto his wrist datapad. "Zabrak, red skin, black tattoos, saber staff. Got it all." He shutdown the holograph and started to search for possible targets. When she quoted the fact that the target could 'sense any attack, and dodge them' he immediately knew what she meant. "Force user, most likely a Sith." Then, Coopre picked up his drink and started to take another long sip when she said 'in a sense I am your employer right now,'. Coopre nearly spat the drink out from almost laughing out. He finished the sip and laughed away. Then he pointed at her weakly. "You? MY employer? You, lady have to be one of the most funniest women I met. But, you? Absolutely not." The smirk on his face quickly grew away as he noticed her face. "Nevermind, sorry."

He quickly realized how silent the conversation had went, and it would also take awhile before the datapad could get a possible face recognition. So it was sit in silence time. But he used it to think. He had never gone head to head with a force user. He may had once or twice, here and here, but they never used it as a weapon. To be honest, he thought he wasn't ready, but that would soon change, wouldn't it?

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

Formorta started to pack up her equipment as mister techy went to work with filling in the data, not being very quite about it, she hoped the man was not always so chatty, otherwise it would make for a nerve taxing mission. 'I did say the target as force sensitive did I not... note to self, make sure to be very specific with this on-' Before she could finish her though a small spray of liquid filled the air as her new accomplice processed the 'employer' part of her speech, cracking up like some idiot at a stand up comedy show, earning a deadly glare from herself.

"I never joke, nor am I funny, at the most I can take a humorous pun, and right now your pushing the boundaries of my patients... The reason I explained it this way is because when I do kill this pain in the but the payment will come though via different means than what someone of your profession get paid, then I will have to give you your share". "As such I am the one paying you, not my employer, not anyone else... you understand"? Formorta did not like to mess around, if this man wanted to get in on such a mission he would have to play by 'her' rules for the most part, otherwise suffer a pay cut... though that was not to say she doubted the man's abilities, many a strange and aloof acting bounty hunters proved to be a reckoning force.

 

[Jovian Coopre]

"I understand, but calm down. Look, I can become serious, but you have to chill. Were might be partners now but after this, I'm going one way, you're going the other." He took off his helmet, trying to wipe off a little stain off the T-Shaped visor, when a ping went off on his computer. He silenced his computer for now. It had found the target, but he was going to let her wait for a bit before the could go after him. It was a force of habit. He was annoyed on how she wasn't really chill with the situation, so waiting and maybe letting the target escape might as well be the only option. But, letting the target leave and escape is basically credits flying off into space, and that's not enjoyable at all isn't it?

"The targets been found, he still on the surface but if were going to catch him then you have to hurry up." He stood up, locking his helmet into place. He looked over at the bartender and nodded, knowing to put the drinks that he had on his tab to pay back later. Cooper had grabbed his JP from out the corner and stood in the doorway, "Are you coming or what?"

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

"..... apologies, most of the time I am either calm or pissed off, my emotional spectrum does not tend to differ that much, and right now I am itching to put slug in that Sith head". Formorta did not apologies very often, if she made someone uncomfortable or angry she would not really give a crap, usually ignoring the person or telling them off, but in this case her pride was getting involved, and nothing ruined one’s concentration then pride. As such this was one of the rare cases she decided to appease the situation, not that she felt she needed to, but after all this tracking down and bothersome space chase she did not want to simply let her target go again.

"Hmmm, would not be surprised if he trying to force some Galactic Empire inquisitor to join his cult as a student, the only reason he'd hang around here for more than a day, unless he thought I would not track him to my home planet". With one fell motion the expert sniper was on her feet, Ol-2 in hand and game face on, which was just her usual blank expression. "I'm coming, just make sure you can keep up", she loaded a new magazine into the sniper rifle before hightailing it out of the bar, cocking her head back to see if mister Mando armour was following.

[member="Jovian Coopre"]

 

[Jovian Coopre]

He was still staring at her get up from the booth, he was sorta pissed off. Then like a lightning bolt she was out of the booth and away faster than Coopre could comprehend or process. He knew his armour would slow him down a little bit but it was worth a shot to try to out run her. So, he ran full speed after her, not even catching close up to her. Coopre was tired before he even started. During halfway, he stopped and sat on the ground, exhausted. He might as well let the target, but that wasn't a priority on his list, so option number 2 was in order. He activated a switch on his computer and with a couple of engine purrs his jetpack was up and running. As soon as he was in the air he saw her and the target, from a distance.

​"Found him, do me a favor and get him, i'm just gonna lay low and until you can't handle it I will." He unslinged his marksman rifle and he had a generally clear view of the Zabrak. If he needed tpp, he could of ended this all together, but he wanted to know what his 'partner' could do. He still was sort of pissed at her so it was an idea. He felt it was right.

[member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

Formorta was out the door in a flash, her armours targeting system giving the location of the mark using the information mister Mando had given her, she would not let him escape this time, heck Formorta was willing to have the Hutt that owed her money shoot down any ship trying to leave the plant just to keep this guy from escaping, though that was not necessary. The Sith had made the mistake of staying on the galaxies most barren planet, as such it did not take long for reports to pop up on an odd Sith ship in port, no doubt belonging to the Zabarak, 'he is soooo dead'.

She raised her mid right arm to her ear as Coopres voice cracked through the ear com-link, "That is the plan, when I shoot he will most likely dodge, what I need you to do is catch him off guard with your own shot, then we close in with small arms... that lightsabre can old protect him from so many directions". The masked assassin jumped atop one last building, her tracker indicating that the target was nearby, 'come out come out where every you are mister crazy killer, I have a present for you, in the form of a 50. calibre round'.

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