And So The Hunt Begins (Bounty upon the Liberty Concord)

[Neskar A'toll]

And so it begins. Neskar sidled into the bar, a dread-filled expression taking place under his buy'ce. He was clad in his armour, though a thick, large, brown cloak covered most of the armour, concealing the array of weaponry he had acquired and brought to the hunt. The hood was drawn over his head, the crest of which nearly came to the top of his visor. He seemed ordinary, to a first glance. That first glance would be all it took, he decided, to take a measure of a man. First appearances counted, and his appearance was ordinary. Due to his new ties with the Bounty Hunter's Guild, he had accumulated a list of targets and locations, the very lists he needed to both track down and destroy these targets. He was going to do it the old fashioned way, by hand and by word of mouth. Luckily, word of the Liberty Concord had spread across the Galaxy like wildfire, and so, in this bar on Kessel, he would take in information. A disgruntled bar-man knew lots of rumours, and just by over-hearing whilst drinking some netra gal, he would discover a whole new host of information. Neskar would find them eventually. As was the life of a hunter, this would take precision. He had hoped to kill them one by one, but he doubted the availability of such a tactic. They would no doubt stick together. Therefore, he would separate them, if they came in force. Deception was his ally here. That, and the dirtiest tactics he could imagine. And manda, they were dirty. He sneaked a smirk before letting it fall from his face. A quick glance around the bar revealed little, regular characters filled the suites, and almost nothing was out of place. Neither was he out of place. A few other weary travellers equipped with a similar kind of cloak inhabited the room. A thought flashed through his head, a thought on how to use them to his advantage. He would think on that later. Sliding up to the bar, he muttered an order - black ale, extra strong, and sat at the end of the bar, upon a elderly barstool. The glass planted itself in front of him. He flicked some credits to the bartender and thanked him with bated breath. It was easy being sullen, he discovered. Such an act suited him. He sipped slowly on the ale whilst lifting up his buy'ce, though not enough to reveal his face, and listened.

Calico Tal'verda. Other associates. Intel suggests the names of.. Krest. Galaar. Canal. No doubt I will find others. Rats always linger near others. I will stay incognito for now. No need to reveal myself as of yet. I doubt any of them know who I even am. But I know them. And a Mandalorian never forgets his bounties. It begins. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

The chatter filled his ears and he frowned. He was right in his prior assumption, these Liberty Concord fellows would be found nowhere near CIS space, no doubt. But where else? Who would house them? He discounted the Fringe, on account of their... rather dark tastes, also the Republic, he doubted the Concord and the Republic would jive together. So where, he thought, as he sipped the last of his black ale. The murmurs of the bar revealed all things similar; not here. He would find them in the end. A life lived in shadow is no life at all. The Concord must think themselves warriors, he assumed, and he would give them a fight. But perhaps... they are cowardly. They strike as many against one. The ale was finished, the song was ending, and it was time to leave. He rose sharply from the bar stool and thanked the bar-man with hurried speech. Who would house them? A single thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but smile. Omega Space. Indeed. It made sense. Both appeared to love liberty. He juggled the ideas in his head, then made a quick decision. Omega Space. Corellia. His homeworld. He hadn't been there for many a year. His stomach appeared to had gone into knots, and his heart began to race as he left the bar. Corellia. It was almost poetic. A kind of homecoming for him, him without a home. He swore when he left, they would know his name. He doubted they would right now, but they would. Eventually. But for now, these Liberty Concord fellows were his prey.

Already, a strategy was forming in his mind as he swiftly strode out of the bar, into the dark night and into the limelight of Kessel. His ship whirred patiently whilst he boarded it, allowing the ship to close the bar-door behind him as he strapped himself down into the pilot's seat. The ship rose with haste and soared off into the dark skies. Stealth would continue to be his ally, deception a well-honed tool. His armoury was wide and multi-purposed. He would flow like water with their blows, he would roll with the punches, he would adapt, recoil and strike back with a fury known to this universe, the fury of a Mandalorian.

 

[Revenchent]

Word of the Concord would be quite popular indeed. They certainly weren't quiet about their movements. In fact, they advertised themselves wherever they went. If one were truly on their tale, the trail would lead from Bayan outside the Levantine Sanctum, to Telos outside Fel Space, to Kav V, and so on in a jumping circle around the galaxy. Indeed, the Concord had found friendship in Omega space, and their ships, their people, and their message of freedom had spread to the some of its more friendly reaches. One could easily track that they had spent quite a bit of time over Abrego-Rae, and some, likely, had made it to Corellia in search of work.




If the Hunter chose to pursue, the majority of the main fleet would still be seen bustling over Abrego-Rae under the hospitality of @[member="HK-36"] while some of its more prominent members spoke with the Iron Knight.

@[member="Neskar A'toll"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Neskar A'toll"]
And as to Abregado-Rae, it was a bustling trading hub, and it had strong smuggler presence. When HK took the control of the planet as the Observer he did little to stop the smuggling activity, understanding how strong impact it had on Abregado's economy. However, his campaign had a strong focus on ending all violent crime on the planet, beginning with his personal involvement in stopping the terrorist activity of Deathwatch led by RC 212 on the planet.

Inside the planet's large spaceport and its trading hub Neskar would find little trouble from the guards posted about the structure, however outside the armored patrols of troopers would take notice of his armor and any weaponry he would have in the open. Abregado-Rae is a peaceful place, the patrols are there to make sure it will stay like that.

The Observer does not hide his affection towards Mandalorians, baring the mark of Mythosaur Skull on the chestplate of his armor alongside of Omega Pyre's emblem, rumor has it that he has also been returning power to the people in form of planning to form a citizen legislative body, slowly starting to step back from his position of power.

So that should be about all Neskar would easily find out about the planet just by a search on Holo-net or any previous visits.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Corellia, it seemed, was not his destination. At a sort of make-shift tavern half-way down the Corellian Run, there was hearsay that the Liberty Concord was at Abregado-Rae. Abregado-Rae was close to Corellia, but not close enough, on the fringes of Omega Space. Oh well. Poetry had no place in fighting. Abregado-Rae. A former hive and home of smuggling and other types of criminal activities, now tamed and turfed into peace by its stalwart metal guardian. The one by the name of HK-36. The Iron Knight, to hear the weary travellers on the Kessel Run call him. Him was a droid, a HK series, but his reputation went beyond that. That of an efficient bounty hunter and fearsome opponent. It seemed he was playing host to the Concord. Perhaps they found an ally in him. Most troublesome, if so. An entire planet would be against him then. And that would not do. However, it was said that HK was fond of Mandalorians, that he sported the Mythosaur on his breast. Neskar could not determine where his allegiance lied right then, though he was sure the droid was loyal to his planet and his people. A friend of Mand'alor is a friend of mine. He had heard enough in the tavern, rising swiftly from his seat and boarding his ship again and turning to a new direction. He would abandon the Corellian Run for now, and hop over to the Rimma Trade Route, which led right up to Abregado-Rae. The path was clear and laid out in front of him; all he had to do was to tread it. That would be easier said than done.

Aboard the ship, the one gifted to him by the upper echelons of the CIS leadership for his service to them, which felt like a life-time ago, Neskar sat at a cleared table, empty of clutter. He plotted, connived, planned, made plans and devised tactics. He brooded and mused and practised clear bodyshots with the new Gorgon Web Rifle that ensnared the target in a potentially ensnaring web. He even practised snapped necks with his bare arms, but he doubted he would utilise that much. It was, after all, a non-death contract. His pay would be cut considerably if so. And because of that, the Web Rifle, which could trap anyone who wasn't a colossus into an almost unbreakable net, would help him invaluably. For now, as he sat again at the table and feasted on a meagre meal of bread, meat and ale, he wondered whether he would go in guns blazing, or incognito. A brash, head-on attack would only get him killed, and he doubted HK would like a fire-fight on Neskar's first arrival on his planet. It would be a bit awkward if, after all this, Neskar was just brushed aside like nothing. No, deception was his ally. His aide in capturing the high command of the Concord. Now, that would be a challenge. Would they fight him one on one, or would he have to pick them off singularly, for fear they'd all come at him at once? He considered that, and more, as the ship ploughed its way through hyperspace, towards Abregado-Rae. It would take time, and he would arrive on the morrow. Neskar decided to sleep. He would need it. Now that, he was certain upon.


[member="HK-36"] [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]