Get Off My Tail

[Lok Xiangu]

CATO NEIMODIA - JORRA​

3:17 PM LOCAL TIME​

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He remembered the first time he had come to Cato Neimodia. Came with some good looking girl a couple years past when he was an adolescent. It was a good time, more so that they robbed a bank and went sightseeing. But that was all in the past, and took separate ways from the woman. Lok was different in those times and not as bad as he was right now; however, he enjoyed who he was right now and the path that he was trekking on which involved taking a place at the side of a feared Sith Lady that was his adopted mother. He cut off all ties with anything related to the name "Munin" and was now head of a corporation of his own.

What a journey so far in his life. Never would he imagine big things.

Lok wasn't here to revisit old memories or try to live the good old days. He was here for business as Cato Neimodia was a bountiful purse world. Something he wanted to exploited and come out with a mutual deal that benefited both parties with Lok gaining more than his hopefully-to-be-colleagues. He wasn't adept in the tongue of business which is why he had brought one of his associates, a Muun that was obviously a master of this craft.

He would come to the meeting he had come for in some regular, business attire suit but there was a bounty on him and had come in his old Mandalorian armor with some weapons at his disposal. Some security was dispatched for the safety of not just Lok, but for everyone else in general if someone tried to harm them due to the presence of the Outlaw.

Hopefully the negotiations would go short and smooth.

[member="Koda Fett"]​

 

[Lemon]

CATO NEIMODIA

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JORRA

Cato Neimodia had a certain pleasantness too it. It's scenery was truly something to behold, especially in the upper-city of Jorra where in which everything was below you. It was full of life, but tranquil with renowned architecture. Most wouldn't consider the infamous Mandalorian Bounty Hunter to enjoy the aforementioned things, but there were a lot of things nobody quite knew about Fett. In truth, it reminded him of simpler times. However, brief but enjoyable. A life worth living, and something that felt 'real'. Now? Koda gave up trying to find something real with a purpose and meaning after everything had been stripped from him. It was back to the chaotic lifestyle that reeked of death, and credits. Acting as a poor approximation of a lawman.

Munin was never a name that sat right with Fett. Whether it be from Vilaz's controversial albeit necessary act, or an original encounter with the man's boy, Lok. The two hadn't seen each other since, and the boy hadn't earned the ire or the attention of the man hunter until now. The Almighty Gorba saw it fit to place credits upon his head, and however filthy, Hutt credits were worth their weight. It seemed that Lok shied away from a warrior's, and outlaw's life- at least for the most part, handing in his blasters for a suit and tie. It didn't matter much, though. Koda still intended on collecting.

"Your business'll have to wait."

The Mandalorian spoke as he stood in a corner of this meeting room, having bought off Munin's would-be associates through currency or fear. It was known that the Bounty Hunter had eyes, ears, and mouths everywhere, and so it was only a matter of time before he caught wind of where Lok was heading, and when. Mandalorian Armour was commonplace these days, especially with the Mandalorian Empire thriving- much to Fett's dismay. Yet, even still, his was identifiable in a heartbeat. From the color scheme, the dent on the curve of his helmet, the cloak that rest on his side, or the scalps over his shoulder.

"Why don't you make this easy."

A blaster carbine loosely resting in his grip, tense and ready to spring into action yet outwardly cool, calm, and collected. It was always said the negotiations with a Mandalorian always involved weapons, and someone always wound up dead or injured. Are they really true? We'll have to see.

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[member="Lok Munin"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

The last thing (or things in this case) he needed today was his plans being delayed and a bounty hunter coming across his path. And who else other than the reputable [member="Koda Fett"]. It didn't surprise him if he was being honest to himself, but was hoping that it didn't need to come to this. He did, however, prepared himself as he was dressed in his armor and armed with a Bowcaster, gifted to him from the Sith Empire, and two stun grenades and two EMPs.

He would like if things didn't come to violence or aggression cause he didn't had any time for this.

"Not surprise to see you, Fett. And you know I'm not coming along, but I can make a deal with you. I'll double or top anything that Gorba is paying for my head. Free, easy money and you don't have to move a finger for it. What do ya say?"

Who wouldn't want that kind of deal? Getting paid just to be left alone and more than what the Hutt was offering. Of course, he was on his guard and waiting for what Koda would respond to his offer. He was hoping for the bounty hunter to accept his offer, but some things don't go everyone's way.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

CATO NEIMODIA

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JORRA

Fett merely raised his Carbine from it's half-mast position across his armored chest. "Not how it works, boy." The Bounty Hunter mused aloud, stepping forwards, "You got your chance." A tilt of the head came with the second string of words, even prodding forwards with his Blaster. A surrendering never came about, really, it was of the utmost rarities in the Galaxy. Most would rather go down swinging than face an untimely fate, but consider it an act of mercy that Koda at the very least tried.

He valued his word over anything else in this Galaxy, for without he was just another man with a gun. His reputation was founded on results, an unwillingness to accept defeat, and a deadly concoction involving innate ability, experiences and training. Fett found it impossible to go back on his word in the moment, and maybe relations between himself and the boy's father may go astray... well, it wasn't as if they were friendly with each other already. Consider it a Fett thing.

The Bankers in the room continued to cowered in fear, some beneath the desk, others frozen in place. This wasn't how they expected their day to go.

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[member="Lok Munin"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

It looked like things weren't going as he thought they would be. He really thought Fett was smarter than this, but it looked like he was one of those honorary types of Bounty Hunters. The word honor disgusted him in some degrees. Of course, he was loyal and honored his adopted mother, Matsu Xiangu, a Sith Lady and Sorceress and to some few people he knew. But that was all. He showed no honor to those he fought in combat or in business negotiations (that is if he could find a way without compromising himself and his assets). So if the castaway Munin ever picked up a bounty and was given free, guaranteed money from his prey with a promise of leaving them be.

Even Lok had some sense of honor. Contradictive to himself? Perhaps, or maybe he was just too complex behind the many layers that made him who he was.

The phony Mandalorian was already striding towards Lok with the bankers and businessmen already cowering in fear. Typical of them, what else could he expect from them but they would be nice for some fodder in his escape from Koda. Taking advantage from a shocked, frozen banker the Outlaw grabbed him and then shoved him to at Koda, seeing if the banker could be useful as some obstruction. In doing so he would then draw his bowcaster and be ready to fire at the Fett when in sights. He'd be wise to use the ammunition capacity of the weapon as it only held six quills. Take some time in reloading it too.

But he didn't want this to be a long fight. Just needed to escape.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Koda Fett]

Honour was something Fett lived by, but a code of his own. Not what others may define it as. Without one's code, sense of honour, and right and wrong, you were nothing more than a rabid dog; akin to the men they hunt, much as Lok Munin was today. Fett viewed the boy as nothing more than an opportunist, and a good one at that. With it came some slither of respect, but ultimately respect mattered not when there was payment involved. A man who lived by the credit, and another tally to his name. His reputation meant everything to him, and without it he was sure to sink back into the lowly pit of 'just another hunter'. Which could not do for a man as infamous as Koda Fett. His name instilled fear across the stars, the mere sight of him caused grown men's testicles to clamber back up inside of them. Truly a force to be reckoned with.

The Muun Banker was thrust in the direction of Fett as the Bowcaster seeped it's way into Munin's hands. This banker's life meant nothing to the Mandalorian, being rather contempt on letting this individual die if it meant snagging his quarry. His left hand snatched outward to halt the Muun's stumbling progress, grasping at the throat. An effective human shield now.

Fett continued to march forwards, but in doing so he positioned his right arm along the side of the Muun, getting what appears to be a clean angle on Lok. A cable fired from his wrist in the direction of the Mandalorian who opposed him. Upon doing so he ran forwards with the Muun, barging in his direction whilst firing the Carbine if he hadn't gone down already. In time, forcing the Banker onto the Munin which was surely to knock him down.

[member="Lok Munin"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Just like how the Banker's life meant nothing to the Fett, it didn't mean anything to Lok; however, he'd go as far as killing the Muun without remorse or hesitation. There was a dime a million of bankers and businessmen, and the banker was just a tool for the Outlaw. A useful tool that had turned dull for him due to the inconvenience when Koda interrupted their meeting. No matter, he'd just had to hire a new one from the assembly line.

The cable launched from the Fett's vambrace succeeded as it wrapped around Lok's left forearm with a round of blaster fire from his carbine shot at him. Some impacted on his chest plate composed of Mandalorian Steel, leaving burnt marks of there they landed with the kinetic impact making him take a few steps backwards from it. Nothing too lethal or grand as of now, but there'd be some down on the road.

Lok would then fire two quarrels from his bowcaster at the nice meat shield Koda used to advance at Lok. The Muun would be a lifeless doll from what Lok had done, thus getting rid of the Bounty Hunter's shield and possibly make Fett trip or stumble from it, or at least halt his advance due to the dead weight of the banker. If Koda was stripped of his shield, the wayward Mandalorian would line up his shots and fire two more rounds at the false Mandalorian.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Koda Fett]

The Mandalorian continued to surge forwards in the direction of the young Munin. His Carbine persisted in it's hail of crimson bolts, and his left gauntlet had transitioned into firing a paralysis dart in the direction of his neck. With any luck, Munin had been far too preoccupied to take note of the darts, or at the very least one would assume. The Muun bankers remained concealed, hiding for they lives with the hope that this conflict would be over soon, and if not? They wished they could at least escape with their lives.

Those bolts impacted Fett's meat shield, and the body turned limp. He never saw the bolts impact themselves, but he certainly watched them soar in his direction, and further felt the thud behind the Muun's jolting corpse. However, a Muun wasn't heavy. Whilst they may have been tall, they were thin, and lacked any density. The left arm of the Mandalorian shifted behind his shield, gripping it's back tightly with crushgaunted limbs. With one final push he launched the body of the banker at Munin with the intention of it falling on top of him, if not creating a momentary distraction; a moment is all Fett needed to get the job done.

If successful in his endeavours, he further rushes forward with a firm positioning. Whilst proficient in it, a hand-to-hand fight was the last thing Fett wanted today.

[member="Lok Munin"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

His predicted outcomes didn’t come to realization as he thought them to be. An annoyance that was pushed aside quickly as that tease was minor and insignificant as of now. Just had to improve his quick thinking calculations and reflexes until he got out of this situation. While Lok would love nothing more than to fight Fett to a stand-off and put in some dents for himself, his primary goal was to escape and get out of here. While he did wear his full set armor and equipped with some weaponry it was light and wouldn’t compensate the Outlaw enough against a well prepared bounty hunter.

The dart that Koda fired would make contact on Lok’s chest plate that covered the area of his collar, but some of the blasters would impact on the chest plates again. The heat would leave scorched marks and some bruising from the kinetic. Minor ones thanks to the upgrades and other applications put into the armor to hold it at Mandalorian grade quality.

Something a bit better than standard as both men should know.

Through all this the Mercenary noticed Koda continuing his charge with the now limp body of a dead Muun. The former Mandalorian would have to change his positioning, he couldn’t afford to just stand here and not change things up. Committing to his next move the Mercenary would Fett’s linear charge by moving to his left, and with firmed footing. They were about in the range for a close quarter fight, and Lok was nasty in it. Not the type where his technique wasn’t inept. No, the type where he used about anything dirty to get the upper hand. The man was an opportunistic after all.

After that he had his systems targeting at the grand window that took up almost an entire wall. His plan was to get a firm lock on it so that he could employ the missile on his repulsorpack and destroy it to create an escape route for him. While doing that he simultaneously raised his bowcaster and fired on the Bounty Hunter, hoping to get something in now with his meat shield gone and the power that came from the bowcaster.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Koda Fett]

The Bounty Hunter had discarded his shield; a shield that comprised of flesh, blood and bone. A Muun was a frail creature, but there was certainly some weight that came with the height of their lithe frame. Koda had intended for it to encompass Munin, force him to the ground in an uncompromising position that was far too difficult to defend from. It was, after all, all that Fett required. A split second, a single opening in order to neutralise an enemy. Although, it wasn't as if such a thing truly mattered in the end for Lok had happened to avoid the flailing alien that was hurled in his direction in an awkward manner. Weapons of his own were brought at the ready, intended to leave the skirmish before it could truly get under way and fall under the conditions that were preferable for the elusive Bounty Hunter.

Koda had kept to the momentum in his movements. The Carbine in his grip had fallen to his torso, clanging against his metallic chest piece whilst hanging from it's sling. They were close enough for Fett to reach out, and that is what he had done. In an attempt to snatch at the Bowcaster with his left hand, shifting the barrel away from his person and allowing the thunderous bolt to narrowly avoid leaving a sizeable hole in Fett. A crush-gaunted squeeze, perhaps strong enough to crush an essential piece of the Bowcaster had been accompanied by a pull towards his body whilst his right hand lunged forwards with a fist; intent on striking him across the faceplate.

​Vilaz had offered some semblance of a truce between Clan Munin and Fett, but business was business.

[member="Lok Munin"]