Coruscant Underground

[Lydeck]

SETTING​

Planet: Coruscant
Class: Terrestrial
Atmosphere: Type I (Breathable)
Climate: Temperate and Controlled
Gravity: Standard

Location: Level 1215
History: Level 1215, Coruscants Underground and residence to several citizens of the lower caste. Species are diverse ranging, but not limited to, Twileks, Rodians, Kel Dor, Trandosians and the occasional Wookie whom had left their home World in hopes of finding employment and a better life. Level 1215, Respectfully, was what many would consider a hell hole littered with shacks and run down apartments. Like some terrible cliche this area was also run by a certain unnamed Hutt, a fat sloppy female slug that showed little mercy to those that failed to pay protection or loan payments. As expected of the crime lord she had a somewhat shady following. Bounty Hunters, mercenaries, assassins, bodyguards. The list goes on.

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There was only one reason Brahlis was here. To find a certain dark sider who somehow managed to get this Crime Lords bad side. He wasn't into specifics, he wasn't paid to ask questions. But on another note he hated walking into a situation without information, especially when it came to someone who wielded the Force. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. The only reason he accepted the request was the sizable payment being offered.

The Hutt mentioned that she had organized two other individuals to partake in this request. Well, she didn't quite mention it herself, instead a protocol droid reverted the specifics to the Kiffar mercenary. Not that it was necessary, he was fluent in her native tongue. But no one, not even a Force User, dared question or correct the notorious Hutt. She wouldn't hesitate in placing a bounty on their head. Brahlis walked the narrow streets carefully, his amber eyes scouring numerous individuals behind his Vacuum mask.

[Member=Kezeroth the Hateful]
[Member=Mrrew]
[Member=Nemesio]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The Undercity of Coruscant was Jungle. A Concrete Jungle and its king was a savage. Kezeroth didn't care how much of a bounty was placed on his head, the ones to tried to come at him failed, theirs skeletons only remained in ally ways. The Undercity was always in a Despair, cry of the weak rang out 24/7 the poor begged and the gangsters killed without mercy and like all rulers Kezeroth ruled with Fear. For the past 3 months Kezeroth had quickly gained a Reputation for killing the innocent and other gangsters. He made a clear note that he was in charge not the Hutts, From infants to adults the Gen'Dais Killing spree held no bounds. The Darkside was strong in this place and it empowered him greatly.

Kezeroth dropped down into an ally way his 450+ lb of weight made a thumb and he slowly stood to the height of 8'5ft. He was Massive in size and was covered in a Warden Cloak of brown color. Beneth his cloak Kezeroth was mutated and deeply scarred in the Darkside, deathly Pale skin and Glowing Sulfuric Yellow eyes. His Skin was infused with a Blood red armor which bore Old SIth Empire marks. Though his species was Gen'Dai he looked nothing like one now and his Belt carried multipule Weapons. A Curved Lightsaber of standard design, The Dark GreatSaber a Lightclub, On his right theigh he had a smaller Combat Sword and on his back under his cloak was The Faithfuls Blade a reward for his service in past invasions. The Gen'Dai Walked forward holding his old Light-Pike, It was his Favorite weapon and his oldest.

A Family of three eyed Kezeroth, they knew his being too well and they grew dead silent. Some Screams where let out as Kezeroth began Torturing them alive all four of them, Father, Mother and Children all cried out in pain as Kezeroth subjected them to Lethal amounts of Force Lightning. The Father died first leaving the others to suffer even more.

General Appearance

[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Nemesio"]
[member="Lydeck"]

 

[Mrrew]

Over a month ago, Mrrew had seen a monstorous thing in armor massacre a small family in the lower levels of Corusaunt. He'd gotten away. Since then, Mrrew has been watching the Holonet for any sighting of where he's been. There was all sorts of sightings, of course, but by the time he managed to get into Sith space? He was gone. This time he'd seen someone put a bounty on him. A Hutt. Which meant half a dozen or so bounty hunters would probably be after him. Which meant he didn't nessiarily have to find him. Just wait until the other hunters do, then start shooting in the chaos. He'd gone to the Hutt for more information, but got little. However, the Hutt seemed to think he was a bounty hunter, planning on handing [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] over to her... Funny.

Now Mrrew stood in the armory of his ship, which was parked in a small landing lot, trying to decide which rifle to take. The Chiru rifle would take him alive... but it might not get through his armor. The harpy? It could do, but he'd saw how little blasters did last time. He decided on both. He put the Chiru rifle in the sling of the back of his Bandoleir, and carried the harpy rifle in his hands. This was the underworld, after all...

The Togorian stepped down the ramp of his freighter in his normal gear; A bandoleir and gunbelt carrying his Chiru rifle, heavy blaster pistol, and sword. Under that a leather vest, and under the bandoleir his Lotek'k jacket. Hopefully he'd come out of this in one piece. With the other guy in multiple.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Nemesio sat on his speeder bike in the shadows of the underworld. Only his crimson visor could really be seen to those looking. As he was only stationed to patrol the sprawling city of Coruscant, still relatively newly deployed by the Galactic Intelligence Agency, this was his first test; a test of keeping the streets crime free and safe for citizens to navigate.

The HUD on his visor scanned a number of patrons who passed him, and their level of threat from the GIA database. However, he wasn’t out solely for anyone in particular; this was just another night of being stationed and waiting for the call to come.

The whirr of machinery sounded as he turned his neck slowly left to right, watching a line of swoop bikes pass by ridden by Rodians. A small transport took off from across the way, sending litter and dust up from the street.

However none of this phased Nemesio; he didn’t question the why and how, just obeyed the what and where.


[member="Mrrew"] [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] [member="Lydeck"]

 

[Lydeck]

One foot followed the other, his feet moving casually along the footpath of the main walkway. It was hard to accurately detect the target in such dense traffic although from the description given to him by his 'employer' it would be hard to miss such a hulk. Amber eyes hidden behind indigo lenses searched the general area, the binoculars built into the optics of his mask allowing him to zoom in on certain individuals that roughly matched his mark. The Kiffar knew the hunt would not be easy. Level 1215 was extremely large and resembled that of a labyrinth, a maze of permacrete and durasteel.

What he heard next stood out like a glowing beacon. It was not unusual to hear such noises, especially in Coruscants Underworld. But these screams....were different. They carried more than pain. Suffering? Torment? He couldn't quite place his finger on it. But it was a good sign to start. His casual pace soon turned into an all out sprint as he pushed his way through the crowd, his lean shoulders bumping into civilians and traveling merchants. It was unfortunate that in his haste he caused a male to drop his wares on the ground, the familiar sound of cursing and foul language escaping the angered mouth. He had no time to turn around and apologize.

As he approached the source of the screams he noticed people retreating from its general location in fits of fear and distress, more screams filling the air but of a different nature. Brahlis could see a large creature standing in the middle of all the chaos, streams of lightning spewing from his fingertips. It was hard to see a clear picture between the gaps of fleeing heads so he concluded he needed a better vantage point to confirm if who he saw was indeed his target. His head turned to the left. A two story building with a flat roof caught his interest prompting him to head in its general direction before entering the premises. He could have quite easily propelled himself to the top quickly but he did not want to draw any attention to himself or give away his position. As he entered the doors two aliens screamed, green arms reaching out to protect the small children that cradled under the tables for safety. They were of no interest to the Kiffar mercenary who ignored them all and took to the stairs where he exited to the roofs balcony.

His optics focused on the red armored figure, each lens zooming in sync to provide Brahlis a clearer picture "Target confirmed". His voice was digitally distorted, a feature of his mask to conceal his identity. He reached for the weapon located on his back, a DLT-20A Blaster Rifle with a top mounted rangefinder and electronic sight. This beauty had a maximum range of 450 meters but its optimum use was roughly estimated at 45. Luckily for Brahlis the distance between him and the mark was around 70 paces, more than enough to guarantee an accurate shot. In true fashion he dropped to one knee, the durasteel pads offering him comfortable protection while in this stance. He lifted the rifle to his shoulder, one hand firmly grasped around the handle while the other was used to rest the barrel on his palm. He placed his right eye over the scope and took a deep breath, the cross hairs focusing on the target. There was no need to account for gravity, distance or wind speed. That was the advantage of having an energy based rifle and not a ballistic. But this also meant that the projectile traveled at a slower speed than the traditional bullets.

With his index finger curled around the trigger he inhaled one last time and held his breath, a technique taught in the Republic Army to steady the body allowing for maximum accuracy. Brahlis pulled the trigger tightly causing the rifle to fire a green bolt of energy which shot towards the Monster. He kept the sights on the mark until he could confirm, or deny, the success of the attack.

Actions Taken:
.Shot a single bolt towards Kezeroth, aimed at the center of his shoulder blades.

[Member=Kezeroth the Hateful]
[Member=Nemesio]
[Member=Mrrew]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth enjoyed the screams and suffering of his victims, Like the action made a purpose Kezeroth partook in the action with much joy. The Hulking monster in the past had described the screams of despair was a flourishing song. He was into the moment and the Family was near dead when he sensed danger, It was as if time slowed down for an instant and the Gen'Dais mind told him take action... Kezeroth was not aware what danger could hurt him intill he felt a Plasma hit his back. The Shot was precise, Aimed at where his spine would be it would normally disable anyother sentient being, but Kezeroth was Gen'Dai! He surpassed all species, He was the Hunter and one does not hunter something that is always ready to strike.

Kezeroths Cloak was Lightsaber resistant and its nonflammable design helped the damage but it was not needed. But the time the Bolt hit and did its damage, seconds later the wound healed back. It was hard to tell this with Kezeroths Cloak and with the Gen'Dai moving slightly against the wall acting as if he were hurt. He would flush out where his attack was and slaughter him. Kezeroth fell over against the wall in slump, positioned in a way to make it hard to determine if he was alive. With his biology of no hearts, bone and lungs it looked interesting at the most. Kezeroth had his eyes open in a glazed like look, but in truth he was daydreaming to produce this affect.

The Family or the ones that survived ran off limbing and charred from the lightning. They ran off believing what happen, but they also were in Great Fear but so far everything was in Kezeroths favor.

(( Actions Preformed: Playing dead. ))

[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Nemesio"]
[member="Lydeck"]

 

[Mrrew]

The screams probably alerted everyone in the district. Mrrew considered going back into the ship, and getting the huge cloak he used when he was trying not to be discovered, but figured it was futile, anyway. If Coruscanti police showed up, he was probably going on the suspect list anyway, just since he was over eight foot tall, toting weapons, and greatly resembled something out of a horror flick. Humans tended ot be specist that way. So the Togorian shrugged, and walked off into the direction of the screams. They probably did alert everyone within a mile. But that didn't mean more people were coming. That meant they were going to run in the other direction.

Mrrew stayed close to the great towers of metal that rose from the underworld of Corusaunt, casting shadows over the entire area, making it nearly imposisble to tell day from night. Between the constant shadows and constant lights, he wasn't sure how anyone knew the difference here. He kept his Harpy rifle ready, knowing teh streets in the area would probably be clear within minutes after the screams. No need to hide that he was planning on shooting someone. He, of course, didn't know whether or not his target was responsible for the yells of anguish and terror... But he fully planned on shooting anyone that made anyone scream like that.

(Actions preformed: Running around, looking for a Gen'dai.)

[member="Nemesio"]
[member="Lydeck"]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Lydeck]

"Hit Confirmed" his digitally altered voice echoed amongst the panic and wailing. The large sentient dropped to the ground, its body as still as rock. The Kiffar rested the barrel of his rifle on his shoulder and stepped to the edge of the building, violet optic lenses looking down. The shot hit. And with great accuracy. But something did not bode well. He jumped off the roof to the ground below, his boots propulsion activating to slow the drop. Once he landed he put his rifle on the buildings wall. It would serve little use in these tight quarters and would be quite cumbersome. He instead unsheathed his heavy blaster from its hip holster and pulled the virbodagger out in the opposite hand. His thumb flicked the pistols settings from lethal to stun which produced a high voltage charge. Brahlis approached the downed mark slowly and pointed the barrel of his blaster to his head and squeezed the trigger.

If it hit the large brute would feel a strong current course through its entire body, that was if it wasnt dead. Brhalis wasn't about to take any unnecessary chances. These force users were strong and often cunning.

[Actions Taken:]
.Placed rifle down
.Unholstered Heavy Blaster and Vibroknife
.Set blaster to stun, shot towards head

 

[Lydeck]

[Member=Nemesio]
[Member=Mrrew]
[Member=Kezeroth the Hateful]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Focusing on his surroundings the Gen'Dai could hear everystep his Hunter [member="Lydeck"] was taking, Even to the extreme of feeling his/her heartbeat as he came closer. By the time his Hunter Landed and drew a weapon, the wound had healed fully. Body slumped against the wall the Gen'Dai did still have his Light-Pike in hand in a dead like Fashion. A course of action developed in his mind as he oh so slightly moved a finger and once Kezeroth heard a Click of a Blaster He suddenly Sprang to life leaving only a black flash from the Gaints cloak clolor, Dust stirred slightly from the movement. Dodged early move to avoid the electric shot, Only few species in the Galaxy had reflexes like that and it would give his attacker some clues. Once out of the way the Gen'Dai lashed out at his attack throwing a huge Force Augmented Fist at [member="Lydeck"]. If hit the Hunter would no doubt be injured a broken bone depending where the hit would land and the power behind the attack would send them literately flying back, though the hit could of been stronger Kezeroth wanted to know his attack before killing them... and Torture them.


OOC: Srry for the Giant Wait, Life Happens. Hope this was a nice kick start
[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Lydeck"]