A Simple Encounter

[Songbird]

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Coruscant was a planet Judgement did not enjoy visiting, but one she found herself frequently. . .drawn to.​

It was an important world, a pivotal world, a pitiful world. If the masked woman could feel pity, she would feel it for the citizens of this hellhole.​

These were her thoughts as she walked along it's streets, her paranoid gaze falling upon those that walked beside her. Any one of them could be after the bounty, any one of them could be plotting her death, her downfall.​

Her eyes fell on the alleys, the rooftops, the streets; an ambush could be anywhere, at any time. . .​

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[member="Morphanus"]​

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[Morphanus]

Morphanus kneeled atop a roof, aiming down his blaster toward a woman he had been tracking for hours. She wore a black cloak and mask, surrounded by burn-scars. Her rapiers being shown off to the world as if it were an attraction. He switched out his "live Ammo" clip for his custom concussive rounds. He had no need to kill her... yet. He tapped his blaster's trigger, lightly, patiently, waiting for his target to get in Just the right position. Finally, she the people surrounding her departed, leaving her reletivly alone in the streets. Morphanus cracked a smile, looking down his sight, trained on her upper torso.

" 'ello, pumpkin..." he whispered before firing his blaster. The bolt flew with a loud, F-twang. The remaining people scattered, hearing the all-too familiar sound of a blaster being fired.

(Judgement)​

 

[Songbird]

The sound was what let her know she wasn't dead.
That possibility was eliminated from her mind as the shot rang out, even as she felt something smack into her right shoulder. The anarchist swore loudly as she dived into cover, a hand on her numb shoulder. Concussive round.
So, the sniper didn't want her dead. That was. . . comforting.
The woman didn't bother drawing her rapiers, knowing they were useless against a ranged enemy. She cursed her own stupidity in not bringing a ranged weapon, but did not dwell on it. There would be time to reevaluate her strategies later, when she was not being shot at.

[member="Morphanus"]

 

[Morphanus]

Morphanus cursed, missing his shot by only a few inches. The concussive shot burried itself in her shoulder, making just far enough for the effect to be stunted. Morphanus adjusted the setting from single shot to automatic, sat there and waited. She had to come out sometime. He adjusted his shoulder, aiming down the sight.

"Com' on... You're onleh makin' it harder on yer self..." He growled. This would be going nowhere fast if she hid behind cover and he still had to deliver her to his informant. He checked his ammo. About 25 concussive rounds. He'd have to make these shots count, lest he fight her hand to hand.

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(Judgement)​