Private A Killer Symphony

[Magnus]

Location: Coruscant, Lower Levels
Tags: "Jackal"
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Despite how busy Magnus could get with his work, he always had his eyes and ears within the criminal underworld. Mostly to keep up to date on any particular new going-ons, or if there were any new individuals making their debut in the criminal scene. The latter was what had brought him to Coruscant once more, seeking out one who titled themselves “The Jackal.”

It was a name Magnus was vaguely familiar with, as much as one could with a galaxy full of aliases. It had a reputation behind it that went back generations, meaning it was something that was handed down. Which also meant that someone had to prove themselves worthy enough to be given it.

That particular factoid was what pushed Magnus to set things up.

Coruscant was a vast place, and had many levels one could delve. It would take an annoyingly long time to find Jackal, very much a needle in a city planet haystack. So Magnus got to work.

Utilising an old alias of his, one that had a reputation for solid and reliable hits, Magnus formulated one that would tick several of the Jackal’s criteria. The target of said hit was located on the very same planet he was decently certain she was residing on currently. The payment was generous and the promise of high stakes and murder was enticing.

However, as Jackal would make her way to the designated meeting point, she began to be followed. They tried to be subtle, but lowlifes like thieves and thugs weren’t exactly known for such.

 

["Jackal"]

Location| Lower Coruscant
Tag | Magnus

It was nice, the lower levels that is... No better place for someone such as her, a killer, scum to many. Did it matter? No, who really cares about appearances or what other people think. There was a beautiful simplicity down here on the lower levels, hardly anyone gave a single fuck so long as you got things done... Anywhere else and her appearance would turn heads.

She sipped on a soda while going to this meeting point, checking the cords one last time before putting the device away. It didn't normally go south when meeting a contractor, even more so when it was one who managed to message her directly. Just in case though it never hurt to carry a gun and some knives, just another day really.

Her senses detect that she was being followed, passing by shop windows she used them to get a glance at the thugs following behind.

A set of handy tools was perfect for dealing with this, the plan was to scare them off... She was busy and didn't wish to be late.

One tool was her capability to contort her body easily, the other being whatever other power her creator had spit down into her throat.

Without warning she pops and contorts, instantly staring down her followers with a face covered with an inky substance, littered with eyes.

 

[Magnus]

Location: Coruscant, Lower Levels
Tags: "Jackal"
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The thugs lacked any manner of decorum, even for down in the lower levels. Their intent to hold up and rob the woman were clear in the way they moved, the way their hands rested close to their weapons.

Until the moment Jackal suddenly contorted her body, staring straight at them with a face that was clearly inhuman.

The lead thug stopped in his tracks, eyes bugging out at the sight. His fellow lowlifes, the two closest behind him, ran into his back.

“The hell boss?!” He peered around the lead’s shoulder, only to immediately step back out of fright. “What the fuck!”

And like dominos, the thugs backpedalled and ran the opposite way. Each one of them let out audible curses, in some language or another, with the occasion ‘this ain’t worth it’ or ‘screw this freaky shit’ thrown in.

Once the lowlifes were out of view, that feeling of being watched hung in the air for a few moments longer…and then finally disappeared entirely. Jackal’s remaining walk went uninterrupted, until finally arriving at the destination.

It was just outside a small cafe, one that looked like it had been abandoned, but had likely once been a cosy place to get a cup of caf. Magnus was sitting at one of the small round tables, his smiling masked visage greeting her.

“Bravo, what a lovely little performance!”

 

["Jackal"]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Coruscant
Tag | Magnus

After the two ran off she would pop and twist back into a normal stance, the black inky substance soaking back under her flesh. Giving one last glance to make sure any other annoyances weren't trying to mug her for hardly any credits she would light a smoke before continuing her walk to the meeting point.

Upon reaching the place her weary eyes would scan over the sad building, did it have to be a place where she couldn't get any coffee? Did she still even have that pack of energy drinks at home?

Jackal takes a seat, exhaling one last cloud of smoke before putting out the cigarette using a finger.

"Saw that little scuffled did you?"

The woman chuckles a bit while flicking the used up cigarette aside, seeing as he was still around she assumed he didn't care about what she just did.

"So, who or what am I killing or capturing? I got your message about WW, I can assure you I have a consistent record."