At Dusk

[Vilaz Munin]

Barons Head, Sulon

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"Nice place...cowboy," the Mandalorian said under his breath, face concealed by his buy'ce. He wasn't unimpressed or disgusted with the entire scenario of Barons Head which would cause him to scoff and spat at the ground. No, he didn't hate Barons Head; he actually was in love with the lone city of Sulon. It reminded him of his homeworld, Concord Dawn, because of the old, rugged, dusty, and rural scenario that caught the eye of many and would leave them surprised that this was not modernized into an urban city that could resemble a minor city in the Inner Core of the Galaxy. But in Vilaz's opinion he thought that Barons Head was perfect how it already was. He wasn't much of a city folk since he was born and raised in one of the rural systems that was part of Mandalorian Space.

That's where home truly was.

Unfortunately, for him, he wasn't going to explore the entire city of Barons Head and see what wonders he could find. The Bounty Hunter had a job to for his private employer, [member="Darth Vornskr"], which led him here to this nice, laid back town that had some criminal activity going on. Even the criminal activity was somewhat similar to Concord Dawn. Walking in to the local pub he saw many patrons sitting down at wooden tables, enjoying their drinks, and looking at the newcomer that stepped foot in the pub. Once they got a view of Vilaz they immediately went back to their business and said nothing else to him...just like Concord Dawn. The Field Marshal walked forwards the bartender and took a seat right at the counter top. "Whatcha want, stranger," the human bartender asked the Mandalorian and was immediately responded with a, "I'll take a Corellian Ale and some information on your sheriff."

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Spoiler

-Beskar'gam with poncho and jetpack
-Two dual WESTAR 34 pistols
-Bloodstripe cannon with ionite, regular, cortosis dust, and anti blaster aerosol shells
-Two anti force user flashbang
-Two anti force user fragmentation grenades
-Fett-Kal knife

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

"Now I've told you several times Chappy, drinking in public isn't gonna do you any favors. You're getting a bit old for this."

"Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?" The old man, thick of mustache, rubbed his eyes as he lifted from the hard cot in the cell. "I'm still as youthful as ever."

The Hound pressed his armored fingers against the bars, sliding the key in. Despite the facilities available to the Galactic Alliance, not a lot of money had been spent on the cells in Baron's Hed. Simple reason being that it was nostalgic, the folks enjoyed the call back and the sort of appeal. Anyone committing a big enough crime was sent to Sulon, anyone doing small time work got to enjoy the feel of metal bars with bits of rust mixed in. Everyone wins, except Gabe. Who had to listen to the man snore all night, pulling the harder shift. Got a few hours of sleep in the in between, but the grave yard shift was always a bit tough. Until the sun comes up.

The bars slid open and the Sheriff stepped back, wounds on the hands and feet still mending but on the upside. Ava had done good solid work, like she always had.

"Listen Chappy..." Gabe said with an accusatory finger. "This is your third night this week. One more, and you get the rest of week for free."

Chappy gave a laugh, rubbing his eyes again.

"I'm not kidding here. Do it again and I'm gonna send you off to Sulon. That's not a joke." That stiffened out the old man quick. "Get out of here before I book you for disorderly conduct on account of your smell."

He showed the man out, stepping out onto the wooden slats to get a bit of fresh air. With his typical duster coat, hiding the Hound Vanguard armor, lightsaber, a Dissuader KD-30 and a stylized heavy blaster pistol to mimic the look. He walked quietly through the morning sun, expecting a day just like any other in Baron's Hed. Dull, slow, and low key.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

A face of curiosity was shot out at the Bounty Hunter before getting his drink and answer. Getting Vilaz a bottle of Corellian Ale he looked at him with a serious face and then, finally, said, "Aren't you a brave one. Why don't you waste your time in something else before you fall the same fate other criminals do on this dusty, rusty moon?" His question was countered with a single pistol to aimed at his head. "Cause I ain't like any of y'all. Now, tell me what I want to know," it would be his first and final warning for the bartender before he shot him in the head. Maybe that would get him the attention of his target, however, he wasn't in the mood of wasting his ammunition on some low life person. There was nothing but silence in the pub as the patrons just looked at Vilaz and the bartender which made the bystanders be scarred and caution by putting their hand on the hilt of their pistol. Sweat began pour from the man's face and began stuttering with fear. "Alright, alright! He's usually at the sheriff's office! He always has someone new behind them metal bars. You'll probably see him heading down to downtown." Now that was much better; with that he holstered his pistol in its respective holster and grabbed the bottle of alcohol with his right hand. The Warrior got off the stool and began walking out to the door of the pub, not caring the patrons looking at him. "Don't get in my way," he announced to the patrons before pushing the doors and walking into the sunny scenery of Barons Head.

The Field Marshal began walking through the low density of people walking about to do their business of the day. He walked through the streets with an old western swagger, with foreign eyes looking at him that were full of curiosity and wonder. The Redneck began to whistle a tune that fit quite well with the scenario he was walking in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56yu_hFhM3Y​

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[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Brown eyes lifted from the cigarillo, old habits held to soothe, stolen from a younger brother. An evil entity, he knew his vices nonetheless, as all manner of demons should. Gabe stopped at the rocker in front of the local produce section, an alcove of wood and wilting vegetables. The best this place could do in times of drought, he was doing is best to amend it. But to no avail.

"What's all that ruckus about?!?" The old haggard woman leaned out from the back stand, likely on some sort of box or her tippy toes. Gabe leaned against the frame, paying no mind to whatever she was talking about. Though there was a likely answer.

"Sunday at Clemons Tavern, gets a bit loud with weekly gambling. Though it does seem a bit early, doesn't it?"

"It sure as hell does!. They are disturbing my business!"

"Is that right?" He looked over his shoulder, the whole town was a solemn graveyard of rocking chairs in the wind and a few straggles, scudding home on vapors and the aroma of cheap whiskey. He shook his head, smoking from the cigarillo as he laughed. "Well don't let me disturb you." He tapped on the wooden counter and smiled. "Stay safe now."

"Get your damn smoke out of my face and move on! I'm trying to run a business."

"Tell your husband that his presence was sorely missed, today."

She was a crotchety old bag of hatefulness, more gum than teeth but enough bark to back it up. Or at least give the appearance of it. He hadn't the heart to tell her that he didn't recognize a certain figure walking through the streets. Been over a year of working in this place, newcomers were few and far between. Paying the lone ranger no physical notice, he tossed an accusatory finger at two children playing as they knocked over a barrel of water. Running over, he lifted the thing back up, watching the two run off into an alley way and back behind one of the saloons.

"Like they don't know a drought is going on..."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He walked and continued to drink his ale from a straw while keeping his helmet on. It was an odd thing to see a man drink alcohol via a straw and not putting his mouth on the glass where the bottle cap once was. A group of men thought it was funny and mildly laughed at the sight which would be stopped when the Mandalorian would turn his head at the origins of the laughter. If there were more masses crowding in the quiet ghost town of Barons Head, then there would have been the chance that the Bounty Hunter wouldn't have threaten the men with silent menace from his figure. That's how Vilaz liked it; foreigners and strangers fearing him and his skills that were capable for almost anything.

The shattering sound of broken glass startled some of the peaceful inhabitants that were enjoying the casual and typical atmosphere of peace and quiet. They immediately went back to their business once their curiosity was answered when they related from the glass, not caring that the Field Marshal littered the ground. Moments later the Redneck came to a full stop when he saw the man that he was looking for. A thin layered wall of dust blew from Vilaz's east which which made the drapes of his poncho flow with the current of the wind, and brought a tumbleweed that rolled on the orange, dusty ground of Sulon.

Vilaz didn't say a single word and just stood there with one of each hand gripping a pistol, but not drawing them out. His concealed face look directly at Gabe's unguarded back and just stood there until the Sheriff realized the presence of Vilaz. Odd that the Field Marshal didn't attack his target, but when it comes to scenarios like these there was always some sort of respect between adversaries.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQNFcYvILJE​

He took a long pull from the quickly burning cigarillo, gripping an unfiltered edge as the fire quickened to it. The dust was churning hard from the east, carrying debris and nested balls of vine, bouncing across the foray of the vendor confines of Baron's Hed. The two children playing, they had scattered to the winds, and the hushed words of the few and far between only gave inclination towards the man's intent. The one who had finally found the Sheriff, hiding in as plain of sight as could be. Wolf at the top of this mountain. A mountain as small as any hill, but it highlighted the moon all the same.

Scratching his brow with an armored finger, his hands drifted to the low braided hair lingering between armor and jacket. Burrowing between the braids, he pulled to tighten the noose as he let out a sigh and turned. He could hear the armor scraping from a mile away, he expected mercenary but the carry, it was Mandalorian. It was as Mandalorian as any armor he had seen. [member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Azrael"], this wasn't the first man he would experience one donning that sort of armor. The difference being that it was Reverance then, this was a wholly different man. Not that it would matter if money were exchanging hands, an assumption automatically jumping to the worst possible conclusion. But the way he held those blasters, Gabe didn't anticipate any form of concession.

"I don't particularly like the way you're holding those weapons..." Was he here for Reverance's bounty? Was he here for something else entirely? No way to really tell. But this was his town, a stones throw from SLEEG and an even longer throw to the GDAF. This was someones backyard, no matter how big of a parcel it might be. "Tell ya what. State your name and reason for being here, might be the town lets you keep 'em." He thought he might have spotted a man open his blinds to the local store front dentistry, only to close it snapped shut. He wasn't the law, the term Sheriff simply one given out of endearment. He hoped, for this warriors sake, that his assumptions were wrong. Otherwise, this bucket of piranha might turn on the feeder fish soon enough.

Last time he fought against Mandos, he braced against the impact of fortified weapons and force breaking technology. He recalled the reclamation of one grenade as the bait that had pulled the Mandalore into the fight himself. And despite how impressive the Vanguard Armor might be, it was no match for Beskar. Clutching the cigarillo between finger and thumb, he began to turn fibers of the force into utility cordage, the sort that would propel him if needed.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Silence could only be heard from the Mandalorian. He didn't move a single muscle when the Sheriff spoke to him of words of reconcile and reflection. He admired how his bounty didn't attack him at the moment when he noticed Vilaz's hostile behavior with just his hands gripping their two respective pistols. There was once a man who wore the same persona as Gabriel. A man that wasn't like the Galactic Alliance personnel and very much the opposite of the cowboy. That very man, that Manda knows where the heck he was at, was a Sith Lord named Reverance. The Bounty Hunter never really cared about that particular being until he came with a force of One Sith soldiers and Sith Knights to attack the home and capital of the Mandalorians. It only caused the Redneck to hate and despise that very man and would put him down if he ever came to cross paths with the man. Vilaz found it very odd that the upper hierarchy of the Galactic Alliance allowed this man to roam around the moon of Sulon with no security measures and gave him a title of power on Sulon. Not that Sulon was a huge point of interest to the eyes of strategists, but despite the magnitude of power within an individual it could still oppress citizens in a small town like Sulon. The only difference between Gabriel and Reverance was that one had both of their eyes and the other could only see with just one good eye.

But the Field Marshal didn't care if Gabriel was Reverance, or Reverance was Gabriel. He had a job to do and he would do his best to accomplish that job.

The wind from the east began to calm itself bringing less debris of dust and tumbleweeds into the town of Barons Head. A distant bird in the sky shrieked which echoed throughout the region and the town, all of a sudden, was dead with silence and no living beings to be seen except the Bounty Hunter and the Sheriff. Gabriel's short monologue was done the Mandalorian opened his mouth and began, "The name's Vilaz Munin, and I've got a bounty on you, Sionoma." There was absolutely no reason to hide his intents at all. No attack was still made by the Warrior as he was waiting for the mission bell that told it was time for mass...and to begin this standoff.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Gabe smirked as he was given the answer. Pulling the cigarillo from his lips, he studied the embers quietly while whistling, tossing the cylinder to the ground. Stepping forward, he twisted the ball of his foot into the dry soil, smothering what flames remained. Satisfied with the work, given the kindling nature of this town and the surrounding forests, he approached fire as anything else. A consequence not worth the risk. Pulling his lips to the corner of his mouth, he dragged a thumb and finger over the thinly forming mustache, before scratching his beard with nonchalance. Eyes drifted from the armored figure up to the lofted windows of a small wooden home, beams of rusted metal against a lacquered porch. Sighing, he scratched his neck and followed with a cracking, revealing the pistols on his hips. He had no intent on showing down here in the center of town, destroying what had taken so long to build and maintain. But he doubted if he ran, that this man wouldn't give chase in a more violent manner. The sort that might bring these buildings down around them.

He suspected that might be an outcome either way.

Sniffing the air, he rotated his head back to the figure. "It won't be easy...your bounty." He was starting to regret sending out the local task force to investigate vandalized cisterns beneath the hed. Mentally shrugging at the notion of his luck or lack there of, he winked before pulling the Dissauder KD-30 from the thigh holster. "I hope you're prepared for it." Squeezing off two shots of armor eating slugs at center mass, he strafed to his right with a roll in anticipation of return fire from the armored figure. As he came to, his back was against metal beams forming an outward facing corner at the edge of a corrugated durasteel overhang. Enough to suppress and smile back at whatever fire might be sent on it's way, but not without the loud pang of echoing and clashing energy. Already he was looking for maneuvering paths away from the center of town, placing his free hand on the barrel to feel the discharge of the heat.

He shook his head and bared his teeth, cursing beneath his breath. He was hardly healed from the last battle, his body a yo-yo bouncing back and forth between life and death. "Ava is gonna kill me."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

A shame that the sheriff couldn't enjoy the rest of his cigarillo when he took a last inhale of it and tossed it at the ground. Whenever the Mandalorian couldn't enjoy some peaceful, quality time with either himself or someone else with a smoke it sure angered him which caused him to yell and swear. Some say that he had tourettes because of the pattern of his behavior and personality, and others said that it was just him owning up to how redneck he can be. He was the type that despised it when someone stepped foot on his lawn and that lawn expanded from Concord Dawn, to all the way to Myrkr. He was the first responder when some foreigner came across the territory of the Mandalorians without any permission or invitation to come set foot in their soil.

As they stared at each other, face-to-helmet, the Field Marshal complimented the sheriff's bravery to himself. Not many would drop their arms and surrender themselves to the hunter. The few who had courage and some combat skills in them always fought back, making it a bit harder to be captured. But there were also those who used others to fight their battles such as Cryax Bane when Vilaz was after the Chiss Crime Lord on Nal Hutta which was a hunt that he failed to capture, but did scared the coward enough to double his personal security team. Just by the information that Darth Vornskr told to the Bounty Hunter, Gabriel had the spirit of a Warrior in him. Not many could successfully kill one of the most feared Sith Lords in this time period of the Galaxy; and if this man achieved the impossible, then Vilaz was surely going to run for his money.

The bell rang and the Bounty Hunter drew both of his pistols after a millisecond when Gabriel drew one pistol from his thigh. Two plasma bolts shot out to his target simultaneously when an acid slug approached the Mandalorian at a high velocity. The personal shield integrated within the armor shielded Vilaz from the bullet impacting on his armor, however, acid emerged from slugs and landed on the poncho armorweave that cloaked around the center of his body. The acid tore two separate holes on the poncho, and not worrying about the minor damage the Mandalorian shot out a barrage of energy projectiles at Gabe's displacement while bridging the gap between them.

"There's no where to hide, Sionoma!"

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKYNqfx2ahc​

An edge of the force carried him beyond the danger of the bolts, just in the nick of time. Enough for clearance, enough to know that damage was on its way. The metal beam against his back bulged and moaned, dinged with every smack of the blaster. Hearing just a pause in fire, the scream of his name, he took off in a full sprint down the boards. Clicking and clacking with each step, the bolts likely followed him with every step, carving holes in wood and smoldering metal in his wake. With a lazy arm held stiffly back, he fired off acid rounds towards the bounty hunter before cutting to the left down a dirt alleyway. Before he could make it half way the length of the building, arm clung out to grab the metal ladder leading up to the roof.

"Stay inside..." He whispered with a smile to a small girl peeking her head out of the window. The small grocery shop, owned by an elderly couple and maintained by their widow daughter and her three children, it was as much a family owned shop as could be. The outerworks were classic wood paneling but the interior was hard durasteel, safety measures put in place for lockdown in case of brigands and pirates. An old style but one that would count. "Get back..." he told the girl as he motioned for her to move away from the window. With her leaning down, he launched himself up the ladder but not before kicking the window in. Steel shutters locked the building in tight, sealing it from damage and the like with the sound of blaring whistles.

Duster flying behind him, with an ounce of force, he launched up the building and scaled the opposite wall, taking a running start as he moved to the edge facing the thoroughfare. Firing off a couple rounds, though his opponent was likely trailing behind him and not cemented to the main breezeway, he starting running back in the opposite direction. Back towards that bar and back towards the sheriff office. With the gun holstered for now, he unlocked the data pad mid sprint.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?"
"Dick! Get Avalore on!"
"Oh sorry sir, she's busy today. Seems I don't have you penciled in for time with the Master."
"Dick!"
"Are you running, sir? Very good, they do say cardio is great for the recovery. Keep it up sir, I believe in you."
"Dick, activate the emergency correspondence for SLEEG!"
"I apologize sir, I'm quite busy. But do remember. Pace yourself! Ciao."

He came to a sliding stop, incredulous. "Ciao!?!" He shook his head, dropping the clip and loading another. "I swear to God...I'm gonna kill that droid." Aiming down the sights, he'd fire off a few rounds if he saw the mercenary. Otherwise, he might take to that whole pacing notion again.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvql0ApwkSo​

With every plasma bolt hitting the rusty durasteel infrastructure that was part of the small grocery shop it began to eat its way through the metal pillar. A few mere seconds after his barrage and him shouting his surname he saw the Sheriff sprinting from his recent position and across the building. Obviously, he ran parallel of Gabriel's sprint trailed the man with lethal, hot bolts following him, but didn't touch him at all as they easily penetrated wooden walls and wooden barrels that leaked liquid water from the contents, and deformed metal infrastructure. As the Bounty Hunter continued his pursuit acid rounds flew past him, but some lucky, inaccurate slugs managed to impact on his personal shield which caused the acid to spray on his armorweave poncho. Nevertheless, the damage caused as of now was insignificant and scoffed at and didn't discourage Vilaz to stop rethink his strategy on how to approach his bounty.

Despite the fact that no progress was being made there was that respect shown by the Lone Ranger of how capable the Redneck could be, and that was demonstrated when Gabriel retreated from the Mandalorian. That's how Vilaz liked it whenever his bounties saw the figure of him and ran away from him. Perhaps there was no fear within the man, but the respect and courtesy between Bounty Hunter and Bounty was there, or at least that was how the Warrior interpreted it as.

As Gabriel scaled the wall of the grocery shop and made it to the roof of the complex the Mercenary via verbal command activated the integrated jetpack on his back plate but not before he emptied the cartridges of his dual pistols and replaced them with fully loaded ones. Increasing the altitude of his flight and moving towards the building the Sheriff, without a doubt, continued to fire at the Field Marshal with the Dissuader which resulted more acid slugs impacting on the shield than missing him. The Mandalorian, still suspended in the air, then extended his left arm and then said, "For you," as he shot an anti-personnel rocket from his wrist at the Cowboy. The Redneck then deactivated his jetpack and landed on the surface of the roof after being a couple of feet above it, and not knowing what would happen to Gabriel.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

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OOC: In case I screwed up or did something wrong just PM me cause I feel like I did something iffy, lol.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CC4q9chGzMw​

Hot on his trail, flies on the arse end of a bantha. He cursed himself as he saw the arm lift, mid flight, shooting out a missile in the foray of the turbines spitting fire on the back of the bounty hunter. Baring his teeth, a sight that might become common to this particular fighter, he did what made sense. Well, maybe it didn't make sense in it's entirety, but it's hard to break instinct when it's kept him alive for so long. As long as the past year or so, dwelling out from the depths of Selvaris, crawling out from the boot Reverance had scraped him off with.

Pressing the force out instinctively, coupled with a step to his left, unused hand projected out a hard pushto dissuade the rocket from it's path. But there's only truly so much the force can do in such limited and spontaneous capacity. The flight path was thrown off, clipped the tail, enough to send the missile off to the right and headlong into a roof top mounted water tower. He slouched as he heard the thing moan and belly ache worse than a toothy old couple complaining about who's turn it was to drive into town. "You really shouldn't have..." He said, lackadaisically, as he continued his step to the left with an added sprint. Just then, the tower exploded, sending out a flood of water that rushed out with a particular enthusiasm. Tripping the Sheriff, mid-step, the force sent him rolling and careening into a rooftop glass dome. Shattering upon impact, the water flung him down into the building below.

Landing with a spin, water rushing in, he aimed two shots towards the roof before darting into the building. Seemed they had done just what he hoped they wouldn't, managed to interfere with the water compression station that links underground to the aquaducts. Life line of the city, small wound bleeding profusely on top of the building. The change in pressure might be enough to set off alarms. He hoped. But while he hoped, he also waved his hands as he ran through the large building, yelling and the few engineers that were there. "Run!" He fired off another shot behind him as he squeezed between a set of large compressors, whinging and wheezing as they pushed out steam into the stagnant air.

It was becoming quite clear to him that he needed to move this fight away from anything of value, his attempts certainly were going to aim towards that. His opponent was hellbent on destruction, time to take this were things could be destroyed. He eyed a manhole marked Aquaduct and crouched, waiting for the sound of the jetpacks. If it was anything like Sulon, he might be able to quickly remove the air superiority his opponent currently had. Only time would tell.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oA3-InoYsWQ​

A shame to know that the outcomes of his heaviest attack, so far, in this pursuit wasn't as successful as he imagined it to be. He had hoped that at least the blast radius from the projectile would cause some damage to the Sheriff, putting a minor dent in him. His concentration on Gabriel was distracted as he could hear the moaning and the grumbling of metal coming the water tower that his dissuaded rocket impacted on, and just by hearing the volume of it Vilaz knew he caused significant damage to the infrastructure. The fighting between the two men had stop so they could get away from the quantity of water held within the tower that could shoot them off from the roof of the building and receive some kinetic damage from the fall. Unlike Gabriel, who sprinted off away from the tower and Vilaz, the Bounty Hunter activated his jetpack via voice control in his helmet and ascended, a few meters, into the skies to avoid being flooded and washed from the pressure of the water.

After knowing he was safe in his suspended, remote position he looked down at the flat surface of the rooftop to see where his bounty had run off to and couldn't find him, but could see a shattered glass dome just by noticing some shards of glass on the sides of the dome. Without a doubt, his target was inside the building that he fell in through and the sound of gunfire along with two speeding acid slugs coming at him in which one would miss and another would, again, impact on the personal shield barrier and the acid would land on the beskar plate on his right calf. The acid wouldn't cause any severe damage to the plate like it would to do alloys like durasteel and with power armor liner it would make it quite more difficult for the acid to eat the durable beskar. Without worrying he left the substance alone and didn't mind of wiping it off.

The Redneck descended down and went through the shattered glass dome and would deactivate his aerial device until being suspended a few feet from the floor and would continue his chase after Gabriel. He was starting to doubt that man since he was running and retreating from him ever since the first shot was fired several minutes ago. How did Kaine loose when he had access to the Force? Maybe he was too confident on having the Dark Side of the Force to secure a victory over Gabriel, or was it the fact that Vilaz was more heavily armed than the Patriarch of the Zambranos? He didn't know nor cared to ask since there would be no answer to that question. Pushing scattering engineers out of his and ducked when a single fire from the Dissuader was shot at him.

That gun is getting on my nerves.

Knowing that the space of the building limited both him and Sionoma to close quarters combat the Warrior holstered both of his pistols and held his Bloodstripe Hand Cannon and continued to follow the trail of the Sheriff. Then the alarms went off when the change of pressure was calculated from the machines and red lights began to flash continuously in every room and corridor of the building. Readying the barrel that contained a regular slug in his shotgun and, slowly, moved and bridged the gap between himself and Gabriel.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He moved around the compressors, side stepping as he checked his rounds in the remaining clip. Sliding it slowly back in, he pulled the slide back. No way to really muffle it, but he did lift his shoulders in recoil with a facial expression that might have expressed kriff, if his opponent could see it. Seems like his luck was running out though in truth, his mind was on the town. And the well being of this bounty hunter. After all, Mandalorians had there own culture, own means of pride and honor. Last thing the Sheriff needed was a dead bounty hunter in the streets of Baron's Hed. In his own way, Gabriel was far different than any member this mandalorian might have been sent against in the Galactic Alliance.

Largely the fact that he wasn't a Jedi Master. But on top of that, he had known the life of a mercenary. A job was a job and it felt like it, in this circumstance. And while he assumed this man could hold his own against a bunch of pistol wielding denizens, given how he had taken to chase so far, it only seemed appropriate to have some form of honor in the aspect of a fight. Some would argue that Gabe had taken to the path of the meek and meager, running at the sign of the first shot. And those who might think it, might find that they were wrong.

Pressing against the compressor, still comfortably out of sight, he poked his head out to catch a glimpse of the bounty hunter. Between the flashes of the alarm red and general white ambient light above, weak as it might be, he caught enough of the glimmer of the armor to know he was there. And even then, he could feel it. Sighing, he dropped his gun and looked towards the manhole. A clear shot, a chance to continue diving deeper into the recesses of this planet, away from the areas that might be wounded. And unfortunately, he had no way of knowing the caliber of the man, know whether he'd take the path of least destruction willingly. The way he shot that blaster, those rockets, Gabe could only assume not.

"Why me?" He spoke loudly, amplifying his voice as it echoed out, mitigating the chance that he might be located simply on that. "Came a long way for a simple Sheriff on a small moon." He inspected the barrel, feeling the dissipation of the heat as he continued to push out and bolster his force presence. This bounty hunter might soon discover what he was capable of, the power that had left Darth Vornskr dead and a pile of ash upon the mountains of Dromund Kaas. "Surely your time could have been better spent."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Luckily, in situations like these, his HUD would be of use for him so he could be on check of his surroundings, making sure that anyone wouldn't sneak around and attack him fro behind. Vilaz's HUD wouldn't just serve him to check his surroundings, but to also know what sentients were in his general area which would make it easier to hunt bounties that were hiding from him. There was no need for the Doppleganger of Reverance to keep on hiding from him. In truth, all he could do was run and run until there was no more stamina within him that would keep him from retreating Vilaz. However, the Bounty Hunter was in no rush to close in the gap between the two. He knew he, somewhat, had Gabe in a corner and was just taking his time so his personal shield would recharge back at maximum capacity.

As he moved and maneuvered around the machinery and compressors that monitored the aqueducts of Sulon he heard the voice of Gabriel speaking to him. Maybe if he didn't have the technology to track down beings, then he would take advantage of the dialogue to trace down the origin of the Sheriff. It seemed that he was trying to dissuade him from pursuing and bring him back to Darth Vornskr's feet, but the only way Vilaz was stop his hunt was if he was in a tight corner with little tactics to fight back or was out of ammunition to continue his mission. In truth, he was indifferent about Gabriel just like he was with any other stranger that wasn't Mandalorian. The Cowboy was viewed as an object, since the handsome prize there was on his head just like any other bounty the Redneck has ever chased down. Indeed, he could invest his time in other activities if Gabriel didn't have a private bounty on his head.

"Job's a job, Sionoma. Ain't my fault someone wants revenge on your shebs," the Field Marshal replied back to his target as he was close on bridging the chasm between him and the Sheriff. He spoke with honesty in his words, giving reason to Gabriel of why this showdown was happening on Sulon.

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