Consequences [Open]

[Blake Morrigan]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uV5sKnAQIs​

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| [member="Kouber-lai"] |​

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She was older now. But at the same time she was a child. Yet to learn the ways of a 'adult', the mannerism, the gleaming smile.. some wanted it all. Fame, fortune, power. So many would strive for it, die trying to get it.. But Blake? She was living for herself now wasn't she? Nobody here cared. Nobody would frown when she disappeared, when she was gone. This was something she had come to accept even when she was a lass.

She was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. If she were to die right here, right now. No one would weep...no one would bat an eye. She'd just be another casualty of a galaxy in turmoil. But still...she wanted to leave something behind...be it her name...her actions...her ideas. Yes...ideas were immortal. They stuck around long past the flesh was nothing but microscopic dust.

And as her silver eyes narrowed she examined the outside through the window of her small apartment. Her home...Ke'lai was not in a state of total chaos and anarchy...as she predicted it would be. Her act of 'terrorism' had left an impact on the planet...with all of its leaders gone the people naturally panicked. But this was how the game worked...topple of dictatorship, let the people scramble. And eventually someone would rise from the ashes and take the mantel of responsibility...for better...or for worse.

But hopefully for better. Seeing as if someone worse came along her actions would have been for nothing.

She found it almost humorous...how the person responsible was being called a 'Terrorist'. And as she glanced over at the Halovid playing in the background with the news she adjusted her focus on the woman speaking.

"Chaos in the streets of Ke'lai has slowly decreased over the past couple of hours as law enforcement are finally starting to act. In recent news, the bomber is still unknown to us at this time but it has been revealed that this may of not been a random act done in the heat of the moment. Investigators say that whoever this mysterious bomber is orchestrated the attack nearly flawlessly. Here is Detective Vladimos with the official statement. Detective?" She mused, stepping aside and allowing an old grizzled man to step into the camera. He wore a leather duster and was smoking a cigar...cliche at best. Blake merely grimaced at his very appearance.

"As you all know, approximately 48 hours ago a bombing took place in downtown. A district that was attacked by The Order of Valos when they came to conquer this planet over nine years ago. They reduced the area to rubble and took over the planet...blocking off all access to the district ever since they established themselves here. Now we know why." He explained, making Blake slowly slide her legs over the edge of her bed as she leaned in to examine the program as images popped up along the screen, Revealing the underground meeting hall beneath the district. "Turns out, The Order was using the decimated district to hold secret meetings with their nine leaders. This was kept very under wraps, and only the main nine had the highly complicated codes to even access this facility. Meaning...our bomber has to find out of this facilities existence then access it themselves. Not only this, but after the bombing we went to question all the associates of The Order and...they were all found to be dead in their homes. Making for a total of nineteen homicides. All appear to be by the same person as the murder weapon was the same for each of them." He explained, taking in some of his cigar before blowing some smoke into the camera. Blake clutched her arm and glanced over at the knife on the counter, staring for a moment before the detective went on.

"I don't know who this person is...but an attack of this magnitude is normally only ever executed by a small group...or a single very skilled individual with training..." He mused, making Blake cock a brow for a moment until he continued.

"This person is neither...we believe, that this 'terrorist'...is a young, possibly mid twenties civilian. The murders were sloppy and all the same, and the bombing while hard to pull off, could of been done by anyone who knows how to tail someone. So don't be alarmed...whoever this person is, they will mess up eventually. And when they do, we will be there with the hammer of justice. This was just a cowardly act of terrorism and they will be brought to jus-" *CLICK*

Blake turned off the video...tossing the controller aside before running her fingers through her hair, stressed out of her mind as she pressed her hands into her face.

"A cowardly act...of terrorism?" She muttered, scoffing a small laugh as she shook her head. "I went to war against an entire government superpower alone with nothing more but a bomb and a knife...the most powerful government to ever reign over Ke'lai...and WON!" She hissed, standing to her feet and clenching her fist. Walking over to her dresser as she growled to herself. "They can spin it a thousand different ways...but the images speak for themselves." She spoke to herself, grabbing a shirt out of her drawer and sliding it on. "A coward? No...i stand my by actions. I know what i did and i know i was to weak to do anything else..." She explained, as if trying to explain herself to someone...taking her black jacket and slipping it on. "Terror?" She muttered before pausing...lifting her hands and examining them for a moment. Contemplating what she would say next.

Her hands balled into fist and she closed her eyes...taking a deep breath and sighing.

"Absolutely...if your actions do not strike fear and terror into the hearts of your adversary...then you have no business waging war." She told herself...forcing herself to believe it...in the end what else could she do?

Shutting off the lights to her apartment, she went out the door and headed down into the streets of Ke'lai. Wearing her common outfit considering she did not have the money to have anything else. Her scarf pulled over her face a bit as she stuffed her hands into her pockets...best just...walk off her issues like she always did.

(This is a Bounty thread for Blake Morrigan for the murder of ten government officials and the bombing of nine government leaders. Bounty is set by representatives of their Order and only basic facts are provided. Name and face of the target, occupation, age and those facts. And a brief history summery. regarding her orphan status and how she ended up an orphan at the age of five. Let the hunt begin!)​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: KE'LAI​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

OBJ: FIND THE TERRORIST. THEN... WHO KNOWS?​

CURRENT MOOD: BROODING​

Amid the chaos of the street, a small orb floated, almost unseen to the naked eye. The Observer probe droid was one of three, sweeping the city dutifully. It zipped past bright signs, and ducked under pedestrians, on the hunt for... something. The populace seemed to pay it little mind as it searched, floating silently around. That is, until it gave a short beep, and zoomed in on someone. The little droid perked up, and flew behind a building, hiding itself. It had seen its target, and was now awaiting further instructions.

In the dark recesses of an alley, cloaked in shadow, an impossibly large shape moved, cresting more than ten feet above the ground

Ghorua got up from his resting position, plated in his Koodan-class armor, and hidden by a photoreceptive spidersilk elaxtex cloak. Ghorua had never been to the planet before, but he had picked a good time to arrive. The Shark had done his research, and was interested by what he found. A terrorist had taken out a large chunk of officials. With just that to go on, Ghorua might've assumed he would be in the right by tracking down this girl, and bringing her to justice. On closer inspection, however, Ghorua realized that maybe there was more to the occurance than met the eye. Sources said this group of officials were far from noble themselves, and the girl was very young. These simple facts led him right to her.

He had hypothesized that this girl, whom the bounty addressed as [member="Blake Morrigan"], wasn't a criminal mastermind, but a young child, fighting for what she thought was right. He had guessed correctly to some degree, then, that she would try to flee home. So while some might think to overlook her place of residence, Ghorua didn't, and he had lucked out.

One of his probes had picked up a girl of her description, walking along with a cloth over her face, not bothering to cover her eyes or hair. Ghorua was only a few blocks away from where the hit was, and planned to capitalize on that. He ordered the rest of his droids to converge on her position. He plodded out of the alley, form shimmering, almost invisible.

The question still remained; what would the Shark do when he found this individual? Would he try to collect, or would he help her escape? Ghorua didn't know himself. Perhaps a year ago, he would've never asked himself this question. A job was a job, plain and simple. But these past few months, he found something within himself he didn't know he had:

Morality.

 

[Zef Halo]

Like an executor's sword, Kouber-lai's hand dropped down on the unsuspecting slicer's neck breaking it and delivering quick and painless death. The kid had played his part in the grand scheme of things by giving the assassin a good deal of information about the target and was no longer needed to be present on the board. There was no need for the Dervish to be hindered by the slicer's unpredictable allegiances. The information the kid had gathered was sufficient for the assassin to leave the dead slicer's residence and pursue the target.

The Order had put a bounty on the head of the terrorist responsible for the mass murder of numerous government officials. The credits were very good and so was the potential of finding a regular contract for the Seyugi Dervishes...or actually the Seyugi Dervish, considering that he was the only one left. This seemed as a good job to start the restoration of the ancient order of assassins - the Seyugi Dervishes. Crushed down ages ago, it was up to Kouber-lai, an adept of the Dervishes to save the creed.

Through the rooftops of the busy metropolis of Ke'Lai, the assassin dashed onward to where his target was most recently reported. Like a shadow, silent and committed, he moved from one building to another. The Force engulfed him as he narrowed it down to the Dervishes' special technique of locating those they were to track and assassinate.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Blake Morrigan"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

"Listen commissioner, I'm an Arms Dealer, not a Bounty Hunter, I can supply your Officers with weapons and gear, but hunting a child, no," A man in a robotic mask and a voice modifier was speaking with the Commissioner of the Ke'lai Police Force. They had contacted him for new weapons supplies because of the latest terrorist attacks ([member="Blake Morrigan"]). Now they wanted him to hunt her down, he had the weapons and the info to track such a women down. Yet Tydus had a problem with hunting patriots.

Tydus was a Shadow Broker, sold arms and Informations. He had know very well of the Dictatorship that had shadowed this planet for many years. It was pretty well known by those who looked beyond the vail. As such he had no personal reason to choose a side in this conflict. He had his money from the arms sale, buisness was done, and he was to leave. "I bit you ado commissioner, I hope your terririst problem goes away soon."

He left the police station from a back exit, a planets police force can't be seen buying guns from criminals after all. Two men in black cloaks appeared before him, Dia-Shadow warriors. Tydus just waved a hand at them and they stepped back into the darkness to disappear. Tydus needed a second to clear his head, for many years he had sold weapons without the slightest care for the repercussions that they might insure. After his Force Training and his journey... now it was a different story.

He would walk down the street for hours, lost in thought and before he knew it, he was lost. He could easily open his Internal GPS to find his way back to the Soace Port. Yet again he needed more time to think, that however was when he felt something through the force. The presence of another Force User, and that peaked his interest.

 

[Blake Morrigan]

| [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Kouber-lai"] | [member="Tydus Wryeens"] |​

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Beasts lingered all around this place, it was a wonder when and if the girl would accept the thing she had allowed herself to become, but perhaps it was too late for her now? Wishing for a more simpler existence than what others craved, in her younger years she would have pushed herself to climb the ranks and claim a seat of nobles, but now she knew her place, and in a way she was wiser. The woman was cynical, a realist and far too honest for such pleasantries and mindless self gain.

Blake wished there was another way for her, to start a new without guilt riding on her conscious and attempting to drag her under. And yes...it was dragging her under. Rapidly like an anchor tied to her ankles.

This was her home...she was born here. And she watched it descend into darkness...and she was not going to die watching it sink. She'd sooner die herself then watch those children suffer as she had...

A terrorist? Yes...she struck terror into tyrants. And if she was to be struck down for that then so be it...she came to terms with such a death long before she embarked on this path of blood. Because in the end...pretty words won't change the world alone. If you wanted to change the world you needed to get your hands dirty.

Loyalties had switched as fast as Kings and Lords, and so the opportunistic stayed the opportunistic and manged to be end up on the right side when the war was said and done. But Ke'lai and it's politics mattered little to her now, she could wager whatever game the nobles were playing was still in motion and she and the rest were just along for the ride.

She'd pause when stepping out into a clearing, looking both ways before crossing the street and heading to a food booth...Blake stopped...her stumble evident from the number of wounds that marked her body...the wounds from that day still physically impairing her. A bullet wound to the shoulder, forcing her arm into a sling...another to her side and another into her leg...while she hid it well, fact was the pain that wracked her body was only barely tolerable...and she could not go to a hospital. Not after what she had done...and as she stopped at the booth Blake had examined the number of meals on display and pulled out some credits...all she had really. About six credits...not a credit more. Growing up with nothing often put her in these awkward situations. And as she looked up to look at the menu she could only squint...

She had no idea how to even read...funny. As smart as she was...she still had no education. She could understand complex battle strategies, politics and ect but it seems the basics of language still eluded her. Sighing deeply, she just plopped all her money on the booth and asked the man. "Uh...what can this get me?" She asked, her accent thick as her looked around the surrounding crowd. The man took the money and just pointed to the images of food on the menu, making Blake grimace a bit. Shrugging, she just pointed to the image with the most stuff on it...because in the end any scrap was better than having a single hotdog. The man nodded, and gathered up the food, slapping it into a small box and handing it to her with a fork...

Blake nodded.

"Merci..." She uttered, moving on down the street with a limp as she opened up the box and began to hungrily devour its contents...this would likely be her meal for the week...best make the most of it yeah?

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

As Ghorua walked the streets of Ke'lai, largely overlooked by the crowds of people. The acute among them might notice a shimmer in the air, or the brief flash of matte-black armor, but most missed the Shark completely, thanks to his cloak. One might wonder how a ten-foot-tall, heavily armed and armored behemoth might stealth at all. Ghorua felt like a predator, stalking through a forest of steel and duracrete, tracking his prey.

At this point, the ACS modular probe droids hovered in the rooftops, keeping a close eye on the entire surrounding area. Within his helmet, he could see through their optics, and judged his distance from her using it. From their eyes, the Herglic could tell she had a slight limp. That meant possible blood, which might mean another avenue of tracking, if things went wrong. Among other things, Ghorua's sense of smell was sharp as a tracking animal's.

As Ghorua walked, he pondered his next move. What did he want to do with this situation? He pushed the thought away, happy to simply do what he knew best; track.

After mere minutes of ducking between buildings, and checking corners, the Shark saw her. She shambled along a street, eating something ravenously. He crouched next to a wall, ordering his droids to check for incoming hostiles. He may have found her first, but he was sure he wasn't the only one after the girl. Call it an experienced hunter's intuition.

A moment of debate with himself crystalized into clarity. He knew what the right thing to do was, and he intended to do it. Smiling under his helmet, Ghorua pressed a button on the side of his helmet, activating his comms. "Fraazk, if you would please drive a Thunderer to my position, that would be lovely. Oh, and start my ship."

A gruff, hard voice answered, typical of the Trandoshan species. "You got it, bosszzz." One advantage of running a gang is having henchmen to do the dirty work. Ghorua briefly wondered where [member="Tar-Jax Moop"] was. The giant hunter decided to send a message his way as well, just in case.

//To: Tar-Jax
From: Shark
Got some work for you, if you're interested. There may or may not be killing involved. Get to Ke'lai, meet me here.//

Along with the message, Ghorua sent the coordinates to his ship, the Whalebone, which was docked at a run-down port on the other side of town. Hopefully, the battle-hungry member of the Goliath Company was around. If not, things would be marginally more difficult.

One of the Shark's probe droids hovered down, down, until it was eye-level with the young terrorist. It quipped something in Binary, then projected a voice, deep and dark, but with a hint of jolly mirth. "Great day for a stroll, isn't it, Miss Morrigan." The tone grew serious as the droid took a quick glance around, scanning for threats. "I suggest you get out of the open. I tracked you down easily enough, others will as well."

The voice emitting from the probe droid lightened again. "You're lucky I'm rich right now. If not, I may be tempted to collect on you. But today, consider me an unlikely ally. Now please find somewhere to hide before other Bounty Hunters find you."

- [member="Blake Morrigan"] - [member="Tydus Wryeens"] - [member="Kouber-lai"] -

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Kouber-lai"]

Tydus was wondering the streets in searching this Force User. It had a small presence, and even so it was present in the dark side of the force. Something about here emitted absence of fear, either she was scared, or she wished people to fear her. He was not trained properly so it was not clear to him which she was. He could close his eyes and see through the force a small female form, snugged away in a corner of this backwater world. He could now see her location.

Having these Force abilities made things easier for him when he concentrated. He looked to the roofs and balconies of the building near him. With the assistance of his Cybernetic legs and the force, he jumped up to a balcony, then jumping again made it to a roof. He then sprinted across the roof to jump again to another building. He repeated this until he was directly over the women who he felt through the force.

As per his alignment he was unable to interfere with another Force Users Destiney unless it crossed his. So he just observed. As he sat there watching the young women like a gargoyle on the top of a building. A prob droid came up to her, and spoke. Using his Helmet and intercepting the Radio Voice, he recognized the monster behind the voice, Ghorua, the bounty hunter. Tydus whispered to himself, "The Shark doesn't have friends, does he?"

Tydus decided to stay close, the girl wasn't under his charge, but as a Grey Wonderer he couldn't leave someone in the clutches of a bounty hunter. Especially if that girl has a bounty on her head.

 

[Blake Morrigan]

| [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Kouber-lai"] | [member="Tydus Wryeens"] |​

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Perhaps it would of been wise for the girl to invest in a Crutch...or at least attempt to make one. In all honesty her leg was starting to kill her now and she could almost feel the wound begin to open slowly with each pathetic excuse for a step. Shambling along the road as she bitter taste of her meal lingered in the back of her throat...funny how little has changed since that day. Aside from the collapse of government authority it seems her life remained relatively the same. She was not expecting fame, fortune or recognition from her actions. And baring that in mind why was she expecting things to change?

Maybe she focused to largely on the big picture...change for her planet and change for her people was one thing...bu she never asked what kind of change she wanted for herself. And perhaps that was her fatal flaw...she cared to much for others. Far more then she could ever care for herself...and in the end that made her weak. Still, she could not change that part of herself. Because in the end that part of her would never change, no matter how much the dark side claimed her. Her brutality came with reason and her actions with a greater cause in mind. The ends justified the means.

But still, Blake decided not to think about it to much. And as she finished her boxed meal she tossed the remains into the trash bin nearby, lifting her scarf over her mouth and stuffing her hands back into her jacket. And as she wandered around the streets of her homeworld she could feel her arm begin to tense. The mark that fluctuated like a beacon of Dark Side energy seemed to bloom almost painfully as if forces were closing in on her. And mere moments afterwards a small flying droid seemed to pull up beside her as she limped along the road.

"Great day for a stroll, isn't it, Miss Morrigan?"
Blake paused, her silver eyes narrowed intensely on the droid as her mind began to race. She began considering a number of different scenarios that could take place in the next ten seconds. No one called her by her last name, and she had never seen a droid of that make or model. This was not police equipment of Ke'lai, and as a result it was from off-planet. No crime lords on world were known to use such types of surveillance, and that narrowed the field down greatly. This was either someone very rich with a lot of time on their hands...or a Bounty Hunter. And if a Bounty Hunter or Wealthy Individual was approaching her in broad daylight with a droid and calling her by her last name that could only mean one thing.

They knew...someone knew. Somebody somewhere had found out...she slipped. She must of left a trail of some sort. A print, a camera, a witness something...but she screwed up. Then again what was to be expected from a nineteen year old girl?

Blood began to rush to her legs. Fight or Flight triggering in her body as the droid continued to talk to her, making it rather apparent someone was on the other side.

When the droid confirmed her suspicions Blake gritted his teeth, and quickly lifted her hand and placed her fingers into her mouth. Blowing hard and forcing a small high pitched whistle to sound as a taxi drove by her on the street. The bustling of the crowd masking it nicely so only the cab driver could pick it up as it pulled up beside her. Blake reached out and grabbed the small droid by the antenna and dragged it into the ride with her. Shutting the doors and locking them as she set the droid down beside her.

"Je ne sais pas qui tu es..." She whispered, grunting a bit as she leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. She could not hide anywhere else seeing as that would require a hop in her step...something she did not have right now. Being on foot was not the best idea right now. "I can only hope you are not manipulating me...because i'm to tired and to weak to do anything about it. Just...tell her where to go." She gestured to the driver, looking out the tinted windows cautiously as she grumbled something under her breath. It looked like things were finally about to start changing...

 

[Zef Halo]

The Seyugi Dervish' Force technique to locate those they targeted was identical to a predator preying upon its soon-to-be feast or a shark chasing down a blood trail in the vast ocean. Of course, not only was the metropolis obscuring his senses but also his lack of capabilities. Kouber-lai was still adept to the Dervish' standard and despite the fact that he had arrived into the future from centuries upon centuries ago, he was still the same person as he was so many eras ago.

His movements fluid and quick as he closed down on the one that was to be hunted. Just a second before the assassin could lean over the rail of the rooftop to finally have view of the girl, the trail of her suddenly moved exceptionally quicker and the Dervish concentrated on the abrupt change. Just like a wolf sniffing out its prey, Kouber-lai's head tilted to the right as to where the 'trail' of the target remained.

The tall man was not going to wait and leave his prey disappear into the metropolis. The first vehicle that his eyes befell were on a speeder bike moving in to park on the ground away from the air lanes. The Dervish extended his right hand forward and shot forth the grappling hook from his wrist launcher that caught the bike by its handlebars, Kouber-lai squinted his eyes as the Force engulfed him when he pulled with all his strength. The bike flew towards him out of control with the rider ending up crashing right into the assassin's fist knocking him out cold. Not wasting one more moment, Kouber jumped on the bike and the engines roared as he drove it after the vague remains of the trail.

[member="Blake Morrigan"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Tydus Wryeens"]​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

As Ghorua finished speaking, he saw the girl steal his droid, and hop into a taxi. Well, either she was taking his advice, or she was taking his droid and running. On second thought, wasn't running away what he wanted her to do? That hardly mattered, as she spoke to the droid in the back seat of the cab.

The droid floated centimeters from the ground, giving off an indignant shrill whistle. The deep voice chuckled. "I like your gumption, kid. Just please don't break my droid, eh?" More deep laughter, then a brief pause. "My ship's parked at the port nearest to you. Sending location." The droid hummed slightly, and a holographic map displayed itself in front of them. A small red bleep erupted from a large building to the south of where they were. "Get there, look for the Whalebone." Ghorua wondered briefly if the woman would recognize the name of the ship. Ghorua the Shark had gained some fame in the years of bounty hunting, after all.

From his hiding spot, the second of Ghorua's three droids contacted him. It had seen something. The Shark was glad he had told his droids to keep a lookout. The probe presented it's video feed to its master, showing [member="Tydus Wryeens"] crouching on a roof. Ghorua remained silent, only smiling. He knew that mask. Hopefully, the man wouldn't intervene. Ghorua didn't want this rescue to get dicey. Rescue. What a strange concept for the Bounty Hunter.

The third droid quipped something, alarmed, but Ghorua didn't need to see through it's eyes to see what had happened. A dark shape, [member="Kouber-lai"], had jumped from a roof, acquiesced a speeder bike, and took off, obviously in pursuit of his charge. Ghorua growled, the sound translating into the droid with [member="Blake Morrigan"]. The predatory snarl sounded primal, feral.

"Scratch that. You've got a tail. Tell your driver to go around the block..." The Herglic looked up, gauging where he was, noticing the restarunt. "When you see my other droids, get out, and run to the alley by the Pizza Hutt." Simultaneously, Ghorua commanded his probes to hover down, about twenty feet from the ground, and begin flying in circles, like cute little beacons. They were rather visible, but Ghorua had abandoned stealth. They had already been found out.

Ghorua crouched down in the alley, keeping close to the wall. Ghorua's plan was one only he could come up with; hasty, but professional, and rather effective. It all depended on Miss Morrigan's faith in him. But faith was such a hard thing to come by these days.

 

[Tylar Ryx]

With a mighty crash, the door to the tiny apartment collapsed beneath the weight of a Gamorrean boar. Jatogg waltzed in, deliberately crunching the battered remnants of the door beneath his foot. Slinging his vibro-axe over his shoulder, Jatogg sniffed the air several times and looked around for his prey but she was nowhere to be found.

"Knock, knock! Anyone home?" Behind him came a Mirialan woman, alert and holding a blaster pistol in both hands. She too scanned the room with her eyes but there was no sign of life. There was no need to try smelling like her companion was doing, by now Tylar was used the stench of a drooling Gamorrean but even now Jatogg's smell was an overpowering odour. Her attempts to force him to bathe at least once a month weren't going well.

"Little ones not here," Jatogg grunted in his native tongue.

"Little? She's taller than me," Tylar replied under her breath, recalling the information given by the Government, creeping past Jatogg as she did so, pistols still drawn. The apartment certainly seemed empty but it never hurt to stay alert.

"Still little, you littler," the Gamorrean responded in what passed for his humour.

"No respect these days," she said with a sigh. "Turn the lights on, sweep the place, look out for booby traps."

Jatogg nodded and turned to the light switch. After a quick sweep, the pair determined their target, [member="Blake Morrigan"], certainly was not home but hadn't abandoned the place either. There was no sign of a rushed pack to escape off-world with the little belongings she owned. Did the girl truly not understand the amount of heat generated by a terrorist attack killing Government officials? It hadn't taken much for them to find this place after all, knowing the right people to beat and intimidate made information flow.

Tylar plucked two strands of hair from the pillow on the bed and held them in front of her face for a moment to compare the thin wisps. One was silver and the other black. "Looks like we found the right place, at least. Shame we didn't get here earlier. We should call the police and let 'em know what we found. I'm sure they'll pay well even for this much."

Her Gamorrean friend was looking at her with that pained expression he did whenever there was something on his mind.

Walking up to her partner, Tylar rolled her eyes at his hesitation. "Come on! This way we can go hunting outside and don't have to sit here and wait just in case she comes back while the competition takes the big prize!"

"How many systems we wanted in now? Don't like working for law. Could betray us." Jatogg asked.

Pausing, Tylar replied with a thoughtful, "About 13 maybe 15 or so but this world is different." Tylar smiled, knowing they could be wanted by every other star system in the galaxy and Ke'lai, the corrupt cesspool that is was, would still let them walk free with more credits than they could spend. "You can consider this our redemption. Where we do our duty as honest galactic citizens to catch a terrorist mastermind." Tylar's smile grew bigger, "and if we just happen to walk out with a kark-ton of money at the end of this... weeell that's just how it goes!"

The Gamorrean shrugged as his way of relenting to her argument.

Pulling the holo communicator out from her jacket pocket, Tylar contacted her ship. She'd left the Ugnaught, Frach, in charge of the ship while she was gone so the small porcine figure responded immediately. He was always the alert type. Frach and Jatogg were both reliable crew members but between the two of them it should come as no surprise that Tylar ending up flirting with someone new just about any time she was planet-side. She often reflected with mock-misery how someone as beautiful as herself (in her own words) ended up travelling with two of the ugliest species the galaxy had to offer.

"Sure, sure. I'll call Detective Vladamos now but you two have got to hurry," the Ugnaught squealed. It was lucky the language of the Gamorrean and Ugnaught people were similar, once Tylar learned one it didn't take much to learn the other. "I've been scanning the other ships docked here and we've got some big hitting Bounty Hunters nearby. Goliath Company of all people included."

Now that was interesting. She glanced up at Jatogg who seemed to have frozen, starring open mouthed at the hologram in Tylar's hand. Jatogg had long been an obsessive fan and if not for the fact that the two of them would be seperated, the Gamorrean probably would have signed up. Or at least tried. It was also bad news. Competition was more fierce than anticipated.

"Got it, just get the cops to lock this place down. We'll find her." With that, the Mirialan gunslinger shut down the holo and gestured for her companion to follow her into the streets below. With a bit of luck, hopefully they could bag this bounty for themselves and quickly.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Kouber-lai"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Tylar Ryx"] [member="Kouber-lai"]

Tydus was still purched on the top of a building, just standing there as the prob approached the young women and she hailed a cab. It didn't take long for her to grab the prob and somehow fit the thing in the cab. He tapped on his helmet once and it zoomed onto [member="Blake Morrigan"] speaking with [member="Ghorua the Shark"] prob. Was even able to get half a shot on a map before they turned the corner. He placed half the map inside his database and would keep it till he got to a data terminal to rebuild the map some how. Yet just as this happened he saw another dark figure sore through the sky and zip into a biker. This knocked the man off his bike and the shadow of a figure jumped on seamlessly. The abilities of this individual was impeccable, it screamed that of either a bounty hunter or worse... an assassin.

Tydus reached for his light saber and Force Stepped closer to the prob that was watching him. He ignited his saber and the area light up like a high powered flashlight light up the area. The Silver Blade of the lightsaber cut through the base of the probe and with his free hand he held the large heavy object up with his cybernetic arms. His body's farm was modified so holding this small probe was no problem. He turned his lightsaber off and tapped on the camera that, he suspected, belonged to the Shark. "Hey buddy, remember me? Probably do, your a smart fellow, any-ho, I'm gana need you to get that girl off planet, she's..... let's go with special to my interest, and since your already helping I'm guessing you'll do this for free," He nodded his head and then heard the commotion near by, his turned his head at what caught his attention, then turned back to the probe. "You take care of the biker following you, I think the police need a puppet to follow while you make an escape, a 'booming' distracting." As he said this he put his lightsaber away and pulled out a Thermal Detonator. The police were looking for a terrorist, Tydus felt like doing some terror.

"Sorry about the droid, I'll pay you back the next time we meet." And with that he dropped the droid and began to sprint away twords the noise of police sirens.

 

[Blake Morrigan]

| [member="Tylar Ryx"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Kouber-lai"] | [member="Tydus Wryeens"] |​

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"I like your gumption, kid. Just please don't break my droid, eh? My ship's parked at the port nearest to you. Sending location. Get there, look for the Whalebone."

The droid explained, making Blake scoff a laugh as she lowly cocked a brow. "Ze Vwalebone?" She echoed, her heavy accent obscuring the very word she tried to repeat as the girl squinted at the holographic map that appeared before her. The girl found herself wondering just who exactly was attempting to help her...and frankly why he was even bothering. And rather than ignoring this heavy feeling in her gut she sighed lightly, looking back at the probe and leaning in, whispering quietly to the smaller droid.

"You are a bounty unter as well no?" She mused, averting her gaze to the taxi driver suspiciously before narrowing her gaze. "I can only azzhume you know vho i am...wvitch begs ze question...vhy are you elping me? I am...ze bad guy yes?" She asked, glancing out the window for a moment, her silver eyes going wide when the voice alerted her of a tail...Blake tsked, pulling her scarf back over her face and placing her hand on the door of the vehicle. Staring out the windows and scanning for the signal that the mysterious voice had warned her of.

It seemed like someone was out for her head...


(I'm in the hospital, so my post will be short and awful. Sorry =(. )

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua smiled behind his helmet as [member="Blake Morrigan"]'s accent corrupted the name of his ship. "Yeah, that's the one."

His attention turned to one of his other probes, which had been promptly engaged and damaged by [member="Tydus Wryeens"]. Ghorua's small smile vanished as he looked at the man's face-plate. Destroy my property, please. It's not as if I payed for that.

Ghorua didn't respond as Tydus laid out his proposal. Although Ghorua was somewhat miffed at the man, he admitted to himself that Mr. Wryeens' help would be appreciated. He didn't get the chance to comm back before the arms-dealer dropped his droid, and ran off. Ghorua winced as he heard the probe smash against the street.

Then he heard Blake's voice again, and her question gave him pause. "Bounty Hunter, yeah. And I've done my research on you, that is true." Ghorua paused, peeking his head out from behind a wall. Hopefully, the girl had turned around, and was making her way back to him. "From what I've seen, Miss Morrigan, you've done nothing but good for this planet, and they hunt you for it. I've been through that."

The Herglic's deep voice lightened sympathetically. "Which is why I'm asking you to trust me, just this once. Besides," Ghorua chuckled, the sound strange coming from the tiny droid. "You've got heart. I could always use someone like you owing me a favor."

- [member="Tylar Ryx"] - [member="Kouber-lai"] -