The Upright Man
Section Zero - Classified
Coruscant
Entertainment District
The bounty hunter known as Luminous gazed out from a room in a residential skyscraper. It was ironically the 164th floor. Thirteen would-be assassins had months prior crashed down upon the world of Hapes in hunt of a Jedi Master, with Luminous rising among them with the only trophy from the fight. Her eyes diverted low to her waistline. Her belt clasped tightly below her stomach, dangling from the leather was a set of lime-green headtresses. Formerly belonging to the Nautolan, Hasjo Hallu. The Exotic Weapons Master and Councillor of the Silver Jedi Order. He had been pushed out the window of the 164th floor, a separate building of course. This was after all Coruscant and not Hapes. Upon his death, she had torn away his helmet and used her vibroblade to cut off the remaining headtresses of the dead Jedi Master. She would have effectively claimed her bounty, but they wanted him alive. ‘Oh well,’ she murmured to herself quietly.
It was nighttime and the neon lights of dance clubs and cantinas danced upon her cybernetic eyes. She raised her right forearm against the transparisteel, leaning on the window. Her target was out there tonight. The Republic wanted One Sith targets, alive, and the reward was quite adequate for her needs. She turned around to face the neat and organised room, but for a dirty fur rucksack sitting in a corner. The only sign of her Keshiri heritage. Within the bag was an AMR Anti-Materiel rifle, force breaker grenades, a Z50 grenade launcher and a single force containment collar. The bed was rustled by the presence of a thinly shaped suit of armour. It was mostly comprised of a black armorweave bodysuit, but for a single chest and backplate and a connecting helmet. The helmet provided her statistical data during combat, it was the only reason she wore the armour. Unlike the heavy suits troopers tended to slug around in, hers was much lighter. After all, it was designed for reconnaissance.
She had hired this specific room for its view. She had reason to believe her target was somewhere in the district, and with her illegal access to the local holocams, she would spend the night scouring the footage for his appearance. Then, and only then, would she set up her rifle and make the shot. She carried the grenade launchers around with her in the event that a target got too close, she tended to hunt Force Users and thus utilised the forcebreakers. Not that she needed the gas grenades either way, her cybernetics had made her as strong and fast as any force user, if not more. She had the ability to see in ultraviolet, infrared and during the night, along with enhanced resolution. Her hands were capable of crushing stone and metal with the clenching of her fists. She had gone through so many surgeries that she was hardly the same girl she was when she began. The cost she paid to be this killing machine was high, but well worth it.
She checked the time and moved towards the bed. Luminous was not always known by that name, as a young girl she went by Lily Rose. A sweet innocent daughter of a farmer, identical twin of Venus. Those days were gone and the only ones that still knew her by that name was a few selected Mandalorians. Lily shrugged the bath robe from her shoulders and reached to the bodysuit, slowly sliding her arms and legs into the armorweave. It was form fitted, proudly displaying her womanly curves. There were those in the galaxy that still thought women were inferior, a backwards and ancient train of thought but one that still existed nonetheless. It was why she had the suit form fitted. If the dumb and prejudice were too busy underestimating her because of her physical appearance, they would have another thing coming when she broke their jaw. She managed to zip the suit up that covered her from head to toe. The only thing the armorweave left unprotected was her nostrils, mouth and eyes. For seeing and breathing, the rest was utterly covered in an inky black signed by burn marks from previous encounters.
Lily wiggled her way to the edge of the bed, sitting her feet down. She gently lowered the chest and backplate over her shoulders before bringing her helmet down over her eyes. There was a quiet hiss as she connected a grey tube that attached the chest piece to her helmet. Data began to cascade down on the visualiser of the helmet. The other helpful thing about the helmet, it had remote access to the holonet. It utilised a retina scanner to observe her eye movements and respond accordingly. A twitch of her eyes caused a small antenna at the scalp of her helmet unfold and stand erect. The holonet burst to life on the faceplate, marked by small company advertisements and news articles. Her eyes swept right across the screen and what was the holonet vanished. In it’s place was a command input. To the untrained watcher, it would appear her eyes were vibrating intensely but to Lily, she was inputting commands at 18 words a minute. A respectable time for the fact it was required each movement of the eye denoted a letter of the alphabet. It was like morse code, but with the eyes. She almost smiled, ‘I wonder how the Navy boys would like that.’
When she entered the commands, the protection walls of holocameras throughout the district went under invasion from a dozen different personal identification numbers. The Coruscant Security Force would be under pressure to sort through the mess she was creating on their systems before they could organise themselves into locating the source of the privacy invasion. Now her night would begin. Lily temporarily deactivated the screen and glanced around the room as her vision depolarised. She moved to the rucksack bag and began dragging out the weapons, spreading them across her bed. Lily heaved the AMR anti-materiel rifle over to the window, utilising her retractable vibroblade to cut a clean hole in the transparisteel from which to shoot through. She placed armor-piercing rounds into it’s stock. Expensive but worth it. It could puncture the hole of a tank at two thousand kilometers, and turn organic limbs into exploding watermelons. Completing her chores, Lily relaxed down on her couch. She fell heavy into the leather sofa, her screen polarised once more and she monitored the holocamera’s.
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[member="Kezeroth Barcu"]
[member=Mrrew]
Entertainment District
The bounty hunter known as Luminous gazed out from a room in a residential skyscraper. It was ironically the 164th floor. Thirteen would-be assassins had months prior crashed down upon the world of Hapes in hunt of a Jedi Master, with Luminous rising among them with the only trophy from the fight. Her eyes diverted low to her waistline. Her belt clasped tightly below her stomach, dangling from the leather was a set of lime-green headtresses. Formerly belonging to the Nautolan, Hasjo Hallu. The Exotic Weapons Master and Councillor of the Silver Jedi Order. He had been pushed out the window of the 164th floor, a separate building of course. This was after all Coruscant and not Hapes. Upon his death, she had torn away his helmet and used her vibroblade to cut off the remaining headtresses of the dead Jedi Master. She would have effectively claimed her bounty, but they wanted him alive. ‘Oh well,’ she murmured to herself quietly.
It was nighttime and the neon lights of dance clubs and cantinas danced upon her cybernetic eyes. She raised her right forearm against the transparisteel, leaning on the window. Her target was out there tonight. The Republic wanted One Sith targets, alive, and the reward was quite adequate for her needs. She turned around to face the neat and organised room, but for a dirty fur rucksack sitting in a corner. The only sign of her Keshiri heritage. Within the bag was an AMR Anti-Materiel rifle, force breaker grenades, a Z50 grenade launcher and a single force containment collar. The bed was rustled by the presence of a thinly shaped suit of armour. It was mostly comprised of a black armorweave bodysuit, but for a single chest and backplate and a connecting helmet. The helmet provided her statistical data during combat, it was the only reason she wore the armour. Unlike the heavy suits troopers tended to slug around in, hers was much lighter. After all, it was designed for reconnaissance.
She had hired this specific room for its view. She had reason to believe her target was somewhere in the district, and with her illegal access to the local holocams, she would spend the night scouring the footage for his appearance. Then, and only then, would she set up her rifle and make the shot. She carried the grenade launchers around with her in the event that a target got too close, she tended to hunt Force Users and thus utilised the forcebreakers. Not that she needed the gas grenades either way, her cybernetics had made her as strong and fast as any force user, if not more. She had the ability to see in ultraviolet, infrared and during the night, along with enhanced resolution. Her hands were capable of crushing stone and metal with the clenching of her fists. She had gone through so many surgeries that she was hardly the same girl she was when she began. The cost she paid to be this killing machine was high, but well worth it.
She checked the time and moved towards the bed. Luminous was not always known by that name, as a young girl she went by Lily Rose. A sweet innocent daughter of a farmer, identical twin of Venus. Those days were gone and the only ones that still knew her by that name was a few selected Mandalorians. Lily shrugged the bath robe from her shoulders and reached to the bodysuit, slowly sliding her arms and legs into the armorweave. It was form fitted, proudly displaying her womanly curves. There were those in the galaxy that still thought women were inferior, a backwards and ancient train of thought but one that still existed nonetheless. It was why she had the suit form fitted. If the dumb and prejudice were too busy underestimating her because of her physical appearance, they would have another thing coming when she broke their jaw. She managed to zip the suit up that covered her from head to toe. The only thing the armorweave left unprotected was her nostrils, mouth and eyes. For seeing and breathing, the rest was utterly covered in an inky black signed by burn marks from previous encounters.
Lily wiggled her way to the edge of the bed, sitting her feet down. She gently lowered the chest and backplate over her shoulders before bringing her helmet down over her eyes. There was a quiet hiss as she connected a grey tube that attached the chest piece to her helmet. Data began to cascade down on the visualiser of the helmet. The other helpful thing about the helmet, it had remote access to the holonet. It utilised a retina scanner to observe her eye movements and respond accordingly. A twitch of her eyes caused a small antenna at the scalp of her helmet unfold and stand erect. The holonet burst to life on the faceplate, marked by small company advertisements and news articles. Her eyes swept right across the screen and what was the holonet vanished. In it’s place was a command input. To the untrained watcher, it would appear her eyes were vibrating intensely but to Lily, she was inputting commands at 18 words a minute. A respectable time for the fact it was required each movement of the eye denoted a letter of the alphabet. It was like morse code, but with the eyes. She almost smiled, ‘I wonder how the Navy boys would like that.’
When she entered the commands, the protection walls of holocameras throughout the district went under invasion from a dozen different personal identification numbers. The Coruscant Security Force would be under pressure to sort through the mess she was creating on their systems before they could organise themselves into locating the source of the privacy invasion. Now her night would begin. Lily temporarily deactivated the screen and glanced around the room as her vision depolarised. She moved to the rucksack bag and began dragging out the weapons, spreading them across her bed. Lily heaved the AMR anti-materiel rifle over to the window, utilising her retractable vibroblade to cut a clean hole in the transparisteel from which to shoot through. She placed armor-piercing rounds into it’s stock. Expensive but worth it. It could puncture the hole of a tank at two thousand kilometers, and turn organic limbs into exploding watermelons. Completing her chores, Lily relaxed down on her couch. She fell heavy into the leather sofa, her screen polarised once more and she monitored the holocamera’s.
[member="Nulgath Zardi"]
[member="Kezeroth Barcu"]
[member=Mrrew]
