Private Another Night in the Neighborhood

[Vulpesen]

Coruscant. It was the beating heart of the galaxy. In Vulpesen's lifetime he had seen it attacked, defended, razed, rebuilt, and torn asunder more times than any planet should have to deal with. In his mind anyone who still lived here was either completely insane, or a whole new kind of brave that he couldn't comprehend. But perhaps that was life on the surface. Here in the bowels of the planet, deep underground where the only tanning light was the neon of the hundredth bar on the block, nothing changed. The debris of the destruction above crashed into buildings, speeders, and force knows what else long before it got this low. Perhaps it was some sort of balance. A place could only bear so much misery. Besides, there was nothing down here truly worth destroying. That made it the perfect place for the cockroaches of the galaxy to hide.

Vulpesen had come in search of one such cockroach. it was a minor score on the Vitae's list. A dark jedi by the name of Heren Mulak who had his fingers dipped into every criminal pie on the table. From spice dealing to slaving he was involved. Still, he was only one man and the Valde had been looking for a good chance to stretch his legs without putting his men in danger. His tail flicked underneath his cloak as he stared down at the flimsiplast on his hand which held his instructions, guiding him towards the safehouse where his target was located. While he had come alone, leaving his men on the ship, Vulpesen had come prepared, dressed in his full combat gear which thankfully was dark and light weight enough to be somewhat non-descript among the massive crowd.

Leenic Ellsil

 

[Leenic Ellsil]

Leenic rubbed his hands together as he walked through the choked streets of Courscaunt's underbelly. Many of his bounties had taken place in this very sector, including one that turned into an all-out skirmish with the remnants of what used to be the Imperial Directorate (ironically enough, he had been employed by the Directorate for some time before its collapse). He chuckled a bit, remembering the fun missions he had experienced with his former squad before they had all gone their separate ways. He sighed and reached down, pulling the bounty puck off of his hip and looking at the target for the third time that day (or night, it was impossible to tell down here). It was some clown named Heren Mulak, who was supposedly one of the biggest crime lords in the nearby area. Leenic sighed and placed the puck back on his belt before glancing down at his pistol to check and see if everything was ready to go. From the way buisness was going with the Zweihander Union, Leenic had a feeling he would need to settle back in for a life of bounty hunting and cheap motels as opposed to the glamorous special forces and expensive starship flights that the Union provided.
Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

Continuing in on his path, Vulpesen finally found the hideout. It appeared to be an semi-abandoned sabacc den, the greatest sign of inhabitance being the single guard at the door. He would be easy enough to take out. The trick would be doing it quietly and out of sight. Sticking to the grown for the moment, the Vitae looked around the area, searching for any additional, less than conspicuous sentries. Something felt off. His intel said that Mulak should have been alone yet here he was, staring at a person at Mulak's location who was most certainly not Mulak. One guard wasn't a problem for Vulpesen. The problem was that he'd been expecting zero. And if he was wrong about one, who's to say he was wrong about ten? Reaching into his cloak, Vulpesen drew his pistol and ensured that he had stun round loaded with the switch properly set to accompany the ammunition. He wanted quiet. Having one's own hand blown off was certainly not quiet.

Leenic Ellsil

 

[Leenic Ellsil]

Leenic approached the old den as well, noticing the guard out front and picking up the bounty puck for confirmation. It was blinking rapidly, and if Leenic remembered correctly, that meant that he was in the right place. He nodded curtly and clipped the puck to his belt before drawing his pistol. "Guess I might as well practice." He muttered. "Not like Im gonna be doing anything interesting any time soon." Then he raised his right hand and clenched it, beginning to force-choke the guard.

"Shhh." He said, half to himself. "Just gimme a sec to get the hang of this." He then quickly twisted his wrist, causing the guard's neck to break with a decently loud crack. "That was much easier than stabbing him." He chuckled, releasing his grip on the guard and allowing his body to crumple to the floor before walking up. "Now, how do I get inside?"
Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

Considering his plan of action, Vulpesen continued to watch the guard warily... then curiously as he stiffened. His hands rose to his throat and grasped at it, clawing as if... even with the constant noise of the Coruscanti underbelly Vulpesen could almost swear he heard the crack as the guard's head took a sudden turn, leaving a limp corpse which collapsed to the ground. Well that was one guard down. One less problem. However...

"What the hell?" Vulpesen certainly knew how to break a neck with little effort. But his vows as a Vitae forbade it. Moreover, he had barely lifted a dagger from his cloak, having made no action against the guard. That left the question of just who the hell was making a move on his target. His answer was given in the form of a somewhat familiar set of armor. A Mandalorian. Stranger yet, a Mandalorian who could use the force. Before he could ponder his answers for too long, a sudden spike of aggression took his attention and he turned his gaze just in time to see a marksman on a nearby roof lining up his shot.

Leenic Ellsil would hear a thud as the body fell next to him, having tumbled out of his perch with a dagger protruding from his forehead. "I don't know who you are, but you should really be more careful." Emerging from the shadows, Vulpesen opened his cloak to bring his dagger to his belt by use of the force. It was a bit risky. This was a dangerous place and to say he had a bad history with Mandalorians would be an understatement. Still, a part of him hoped that their interests were aligned here. "I'm guessing you didn't come here to relieve that poor sod," he stated, motioning to the body by the door.

 

[Leenic Ellsil]

Leenic glanced down at the dead marksman that had landed by his feet, then looked up at Vulpesen as the man emerged from the shadows. "Beskar would have protected me." He said, patting his chestplate lightly before nudging the guard he had killed with the toe of his boot. "And yeah, I'm here for the bounty on the guy this bastard was working for. I assume you are as well?" Without waiting for a reply, he turned his attention back to the door and trying to find out how to get through.

"Mind checking one of those dead guys for a keycard or somethin? Because as much as I'd like to blow this up with a Thermal Detonater, I heavily doubt that we will have the element of surprise." Leenic said to the other man, feeling around the edges of the door to test its structural integrity. If all else failed, a few well placed blaster shots might work as well.

 

[Vulpesen]

"At least you're prepared." The mandalorian seemed friendly enough, and as long as they were after the same thing, Vulpesen figured that he might as well play along. Leaning down, he shuffled through the corpse's pockets before finally finding a keycard in his vest. "Take the bounty. I just want this guy gone." Standing back up, Vulpesen took another glance around the area. Thankfully, he hadn't seen any sign of additional watch men. "Less explosives would be preferable." Using the force to move the bodies out of the door, Vulpesen stepped to the side of the threshold and motioned for Leenic to do the same. before tossing him the keycard. "Ready when you are, tin man."

Leenic Ellsil