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The galaxy's lifeblood was currency. Wars were waged between religious cults, and armies clashed on nameless worlds for the futile pursuit of glory. Those that threw themselves into the meat grinder were ripped apart on the whims of their leaders, and all of it was truly fought for one thing, credits. Resources bought credits. Power brought credits. Those who sought this power were leeches; carving into the veins of society in search of currency to fulfill their depraved desires.

Ansen brought these people to justice, in a way. From a different light, he was another of these corrupted souls: surviving off the misfortune of others. This was also true, and a reality that he had come to terms with in the past year of service. He needed the credits to carry on his search, a pursuit with far more purpose than a nevernending mountain of credits. To achieve this dream, he had to be dirty.

His target was a young singer. A girl who deighted the masses and brought some sort of cheer to Coruscant despite the iron fist of Sith rule. When he was younger--only a year ago-- Ansen would have been enamored. He would have found himself star struck near the girl, and at a loss as to what he should say to her. Now, he had an entirely different reaction to her.

A certain slavemaster wanted the girl for ransom. Ansen never brought in people to become slaves, but a ransom was not below him, and the girl would need to know the dangers of life. Who better to teach her that lesson?

He went unseen as he approached what was said to be her apartment complex. He could never be too sure, but it was better to look and learn, than to wait for her to make an appearance. He ducked from one alley to the next, his armor resembling that of the Sith soldiers who patrolled the walkways quite well. It granted him some form of anonymity. His DC-17 was tucked carefully under his coat, and his eyes narrowed as he stared up at the building.

Security would no doubt be a problem, but it was nothing he had not dealt with before.


[member="Aurora Starr"]

 

[Aurora Starr]

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'ELLO EVERYBODY​

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The crowd roared with applause as Aurora took the stage, the lights shining everywhere and on everyone. She loved the techno stages, they made everything much more vibrant and alive. She looked out onwards to the crowd, examining everybody. This made her happy, to see so many people under one roof just to see her. Her mouth slowly grew into a large grin, which went from ear to ear. She saw a couple of her friends in the front row too, she knew them from school. There was one thing that concerned her thought. That was that her security wasn't allowed inside, the manager always insisted on his own security force. It didn't worry her too much though, she knew the building well enough, but that wasn't what was on her mind now. What was on her mind was the concert, so she grabbed the microphone and began to sing.

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(Apologies for taking a bit to reply. Had some RL issues.)

A concert, that would work. Ansen looked strikingly out of place as he came through the main doors. The majority of those here were dressed casually; while he was clad in the light armor of your common mercenary. He grimaced under his helmet, and began to shove through the crowd. Most likely thought him to be some sort of cos-player, and he was happy to let them think such. In the center of the crowd, he took one long look at his quarry, and danced his fingers along his wrist mounted datapad.

The reflective plating in his armor lit up, and he became effectively invisible to the naked eye. Breathing a sigh of relief, he did his best to tune out the wild cheers of raving fans, and shoved his way toward the backstage entrance. There he awaited for someone to pass through the doors, once they did, he would follow immediately after. Once inside, he would patiently wait for the young singer to finish her songs.

Young, an odd way of putting it. She was around two years younger than he, if information was accurate, yet one he would consider young. Balmoraan life was catching up to him it seemed. The hunter bit back a silent curse, and settled in one of the darker corners of the building, simply watching and listening as the girl gave her performance. There was no doubt that she was stunning, and he could easily understand the appeal, but he was not here to gawk.

He tucked his knees up to his chest to reduce body mass, and simply waited, watching intently as she gave her performance.

[member="Aurora Starr"]

 

[Aurora Starr]

(No Problem, I have to do an essay, so I've just been on my computer switching between that and this.)
[member="Ansen Gralok"]

After two hours of heartfelt singing and two encores, Aurora was finally finished with her singing. She looked out at the wave of fans and knew that this concert was a success, they were cheering at the top of their lungs for another encore, but she was too tired. She winked and blew a kiss at the crowd and then left the stage, headed for her dressing room. She put her headphones on when she was backstage and starting moving her head to the rhythm.

 

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There it was, his opportunity. Ansen slipped through the primary doorway as a staff member crossed. He barely cleared the arch when the door slammed shut behind him. He quickly made sure his rifle was set to stun--he wasn't a murderer-- and began his search.

It did not take very long. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of his query; his gaze drifting over her form with a calculative eye. He was utterly silent as he approached, following her as she moved farther back stage, and farther away from those that might protect her. The hunter paused as she entered her dressing room, and clicked his teeth. The objective displayed itself in bright red letters along his HUD. Retrieve the girl, alive and virtually unharmed. The reimbursement credits he would receive were enough to keep him going for another two months--the job had been too good to pass up.

Carefully, he slipped through the door leading into the dressing room...

[member="Aurora Starr"]

 

[Aurora Starr]

[member="Ansen Gralok"]

Aurora had been listening to her music too loudly and hadn't noticed that the door had opened and closed, letting the intruder in. She began to change out of her entertainer's outfit and into her regular clothes. She took the outfit off and pulled up her pants and put on her shirt then went over to the makeup bench. Aurora sat down in front of her mirror and began to wipe away some of her makeup and got ready to leave. She went over to her outfit rack and grabbed a green hoodie with a red inner layer. She then made her way towards the door where her taxi was waiting to bring her to wherever she wanted to go, she picked up her hat and went for the door.