Hired

[Lemon]

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It was a Cantina, the usual sounds, smells and sights were available to taken in by any patron that dared wander inside. The sound of a band playing nearly muffled by the fact most of the aliens present were intoxicated during the twilight hours of this establishment. It smelt of cheap booze, smoke and a smoldering piece of rubble that most likely came from the scorched part of the wall that seemed to be made by a blaster bolt. It did look somewhat respectable however, or did at least once. The furniture seems to of once been nice enough, though now it appears to be showing signs of wear and tear. The bartender was some strange blue creature, tall and skinny. Behind him was the real spectacle. An exotic and equally deadly looking eel like animal in a restrictive tank, many had their attention focused on - and some even paid attention to the screens that showed recent events.

Fett was present, in a corner booth he sat alone. As expected he was fully armored, head-to-toe. He sat with his back against the wall, looking towards the center of the room as his legs were resting on one of the seats alongside him. His right index finger swirled around the rim of an empty glass. One would assume that it was once his. He sat there, waiting.

 

[Soundwave]

The atmosphere was rather lax and dull up until a tall, dark, and sleek figure walked into the cantina, drawing the gaze of several patrons to stare at what looked like a droid at a glance. However the figure's movements were too graceful and deliberate to be that of a droid as they turned back to their drinks and idle chatter. The figure scanned the patrons for the one she was messaged to meet, not pausing as she strode past booths, only stopping at the table of a figure that stood out amongst the people who appeared to be regulars. Her head turns as she stares at the man dressed in rather worn looking Mandalorian armor. The stock and grip of an E5-C Heavy Blaster extended from a shoulder holster as she took a seat directly opposite to the obvious Bounty Hunter. She leans back in the seat, raising one leg to cross over the other, the quiet whirring of servos heard as she placed her hands on her lap, her head tilted back slightly as if she were looking down on him before she spoke.

"Well, you aren't exactly like most of my clients, but I suppose even other bounty hunters have work that's too much for even them to be dealing with on their own. Or did you call me here for something else?"

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Fett remained in his seat at the booth, it's faded orange seat providing him with enough comfort for the time being. As the atmosphere changed his gaze or attention didn't, instead it remained on the aquatic animal that swam around it's enclosure that appeared far too small for it. His expression beneath that black visor was nothing but blank and neutral, it appeared as if he had zoned out. All the while his finger ran circles around the rim of that glass. The feminine yet robotic appearing figure approached him and sat across, his helmeted head slowly pivoted to face it, and when he did he heard what she said. His reaction wasn't visible, yet he was somewhat confused, and she wouldn't know, not until he spoke up.

"I didn't call you." He bluntly put it. He stared afterwards, his eyes intently glaring from behind the visor awaiting a response. Meanwhile his EE-3 Blaster Carbine that was held in his left hand appeared out from underneath the table, and it was half-haphazardly aimed towards the Gank Killer, relaxed but still deadly in the hands of a trained and experienced killer, something Fett most definitely was.

If AU-R0RA knew of Fett and his reputation it was rather likely that he in fact didn't call her. He was known for working alone, and even when he did work with others, it never really ended well for the others. "What did /I/ 'call you' for?" He asked with his Blaster Carbine aimed at the skull of the Gank. His eyes narrowing beneath his helmet as he grew increasingly agitated just as time passed.

Meanwhile, at the bar was Phindian male with khaki skin and similarly colored clothing that had his wide-eyes fixed on the duo. Twiddling his thumbs in his own attempt to maintain discreet.

[member=AU-R0RA]

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA barely seemed phased that there was a carbine being pointed at her, retaining her posture as she stared at him with an expressionless face. She didn't speak as the bounty hunter spoke, merely sitting in silence as he was giving her a rather blunt response. She leans forward, her hands unclasping from her lap as she sat in a more informal posture, her left elbow on the table and her chin resting on her hand while the other arm was resting at her lap as she began to speak up, obviously not intimidated in the slightest.

"It will take you at least half a second to adjust your aim to actually hit me when you pull the trigger...You also need to compensate for recoil on a burst fire blaster if you have any intention of actually damaging duraplast."

If Koda looked down, he would realize there were five red lasers appearing in an amorphous shape aiming directly at his abdomen right between his belt and where the armor plating from his torso ended. The lasers evidently came from beneath the table as AU-R0RA spoke, "There is a very small chance of you outright killing me when you pull that trigger, and if and when you don't kill me, I will send a dart with an explosive warhead right into your gut. Now you can try to kill me, but at least my duraplast will resist that shot enough for me to adjust your attitude." AU-R0RA kept her gaze focused on Koda without a hint of fear in her voice. She was a trained professional through and through, and the last thing that would intimidate her is a gun being pointed at her.

"We can sit here all day and pull the triggers to see who survives, or we can be civilized and talk about this like decent individuals without trying to kill each other."

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Feet's arm and gaze lingered on the Gank, narrowed and scowling eyes staring from behind his Mandalorian Helmet. Although, she was right, and he knew that. He wasn't willing to take the arsenal of a Gank to the chest, he scoffed a grunt, "Hmph." Then pulling it away, pointing it towards the ceiling. "You win this time, Gank Killer." An aggressive tone persevering through his muffling helmet.

The Phindian from before hurriedly made his way from the bar stool, speaking in a frantic and weaselly voice that caught the attention of Fett, "Friends, friends! Please, cease the hostility!" He exclaimed openly, waiving his arms like a lunatic. "It was I who called you here, Dalo Ihnal." He briefly turns over, facing the oddly blue bartender who came over with a round of three drinks. "I have a proposition, a job offer - if you would please listen."

Fett shifted his vision onto the Phindian, "Spit it out."

[member=AU-R0RA]

 

[Soundwave]

The lasers aimed at Fett's abdomen would disappear one by one as the barrel extending from her palm retracted out of view. She leans back as the bounty hunter aims his EE-3 away from her, returning her hand to her lap as she stared at the man. If she had facial features that were visible, she would be smirking, but the obvious lack of any emotion or features to note made that impossible. She lets out a quiet scoff at the comment of her being the winner in their little exchange. In truth she was bluffing, only having a tibanna cartridge loaded in over explosive darts.

Her gaze remains focused on the bounty hunter as the Phindian makes his way over to them, only turning her attention to the newcomer. Her fingers tap in a wave like fashion along her lap as he speaks, seeming to want to offer them both a job. She did not work well with others, but she decided to hear the proposition as the Fett spat out a comment. She simply remained silent and waved her hand for him to continue.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

The Phindian snatched one of the drinks from the tray, taking a hearty mouthful of it and letting out a loud, refreshing, "Ah." Though he stood still afterwards, albeit still hunched. When he spoke he did so with such enthusiasm, "Now, Hunters - you two have quite the reputation and the knack for not working well with others. This leads me to believe that you are very willing to kill another Hunter, especially you." He motions towards Fett, well aware of his disregard to the rules that were set in place by any Bounty Hunter's Guild.

"Y'see, I have an issue. One Clawdite, or so they think. Despite the fact he had a bounty on his head, my friend was killed by this Changeling. I'm paying a large fee for the capture of this individual. He was last seen on Nar Shadaa, I suggest you start there. Additionally, you two could earn your fair share of credits as associates, y'know, it's always good to have friends - even in this dangerous line of work. Oh, and his name, he goes by 'Faceless'. I'm sure someone knows how to find him." He finished speaking, and clasped his fingers together, his gaze constantly and quickly interchanging between the two Bounty Hunters. AU-R0RA certainly would've noticed that he never mentioned pay or any concrete evidence on where or how to find him.

Fett didn't say anything, he simply glanced towards the Gank, looking at her as he waited for a response from her.

[member="AU-R0RA"]

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA watches the Phindian drink away as he begins to comment about the two hunters not having a reputation of working well with others. It wasn't that AU-R0RA had an issue working with others in the sense that she would turn on them for their share of a bounty; she only did that to those that she had a particular grudge towards. She did however believe that those she worked with were more of a liability and an obstacle between her and her pay. There was always an issue of compatibility between bounty hunters and whether or not they were capable of working together. As he talked she was already going through the bounty list that showed up on the feed from the inside of her helmeted head, sorting through aliases that matched with the species. As she was going through it she would speak up shortly after the Phindian had stopped talking, her head turning to look at the alien rather than the bounty hunter.

"A Clawdite is going to be a difficult target to track...But I have a few contacts on Nar Shaddaa that may know of his whereabouts...And what is the pay going to be?"

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

The Phindian added in , "75 thousand each. I have friends in high places, perhaps that can help you too, repeat employment is always good for business, no?" His callous hands extending out with a mischievous grin. He appeared to be quite excited to have two new employees.

Fett rolled his eyes and helmeted head back to Dalo Inhal. His concordian accent being very clear through the muffling and electronic filtering, "I'll get it done." He commented.

[member="AU-R0RA"]

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA leans back in her seat as one of her metallic fingers circled around the back of the hand it was resting on as she considered the offer. She would glance over to the other bounty hunter as he spoke up before returning her gaze back to the Phindian. "Seems we have a deal..." Her hands would make mechanical clicking sounds as she pushed off her seat and stood up. She began to walk off already having sent messages to her underworld contacts on Nar Shaddaa for a fix on her target's location while addressing Koda, "Try to keep up."

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Dalo Inhal, the Phindian employer simply replied, "Good, good." Moving away himself to another area, secluded and restricted. Perhaps he did have friends in high places, or at least in this cantina.

Fett didn't bother giving the snide Gank a reply, instead stepping away from the booth and towards his ship. Heading through the spaceport and clambering aboard, his mostly illegal Firespray soared off out of the system.

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The bustling streets and skies of the neon lit Nar Shadaa, a crime central so corrupt the corruption runs the planet. It wasn't hard to find crime here, but a single man? One that can also change his appearance at the mere thought of it? That will prove difficult. Though these seasoned Hunters were experienced, they knew where to go and with their connections it should be a simple yet taxing job.

Fett himself came into orbit, soaring down into the polluted atmosphere of Nar Shadaa as his Concord Spear whirred it's infamous sound. Whether he was clear for landing or not, he didn't seem to care. He had his own platform owned by a former employer. The vessel turned onto it's back, slowly coming to a descent and then halt. The ramp itself lowers down, and the door opens, both with a hiss. Fett had pulled a holocommunicator, holding it in his palm. With the press of a few buttons, AU-R0RA was summoned, when and if she answered he would say, "Go to your contacts, and I'll go to mine. Once you have what you need contact me again."

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA's personal starship, the Prowler made its way to Nar Shaddaa shortly after slipping into hyperspace. As the Prowler, exited hyperspace it would fly through the space around Nar Shaddaa, Koda's hologram appearing on a holoterminal in the cockpit. She would simply give a nod in response as the miniature hologram faded, the Prowler flying around in orbit as AU-R0RA contacted her information brokers on Nar Shaddaa. A fair number of them were inclined to feed her information when requested due to them being coerced by her. Their lives in exchange for useful information, which was a fair deal.

She narrowed her details down to a small handful of brokers that had been hearing activity of her target being hired to do a job, piloting her way to his last known area of operation where she found a landing platform to land her ship. There would be a mechanical click followed by a hiss as a clamp that was latched to her neck released, allowing her out of her seat. She would open up the hatch as she stepped off her ship, already on the hunt for her target without notifying Koda she had what information she needed to start.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda himself had more than enough contacts and the information he needed, in fact, he wasn't so much on the hunt as he was being a vulture. Unusual for him, but an effective enough tactic given the scenario. He put out a call to those who knew him, and what he would do to them to alert him of a feminine Gank, especially one known as AU-R0RA. Turns out they knew the same people, and he was on her trail not too long afterwards.

Thankfully he was able to stick to the skies for the most part, making use of his jetpack to keep a height advantage and out of sight of the Gank as he followed her to where she would go. Fett was no fool, knowing that she would try to claim this bounty and its credits for herself - after all, that's what he would do.

[member="AU-R0RA"]

 

[Lemon]

AU-R0RA would make her way through the crowds of Nar Shaddaa's denizens seeming to adjust her right wrist in the process. A quiet hiss would be heard as a small cylindrical object was pushed out of her forearm. She would take the object and slip it away as she pulled out a somewhat larger object, loading it into the slot that had been opened up. It would accept the box like magazine as it hissed and shut itself. The client wanted the target captured, so it was most likely the Clawdite had to be brought back alive; unfortunate since she preferred to bring back corpses, but a job was a job. Since she needed the target alive she had opted for using darts to load into her right hand, tipped with a specially synthesized toxin that acted as a fast paralysis agent. AU-R0RA figured she was already ahead of the other hunter, if not he was likely following her. It didn't matter to her since they had been both hired to get the job done. If either one of them brought in the target it would still mean getting paid, so she was in no rush to scuffle with the hunter over the pay. She continued among the crowds of people, most people passing her off as a protocol droid as she discretely made her way to the area she suspected the most likely for the Clawdite to be hiding. Hopefully the information was good and the trail had not gone cold yet.

(From AU-R0RA - currently having Technical Difficulties with posting)

 

[Faceless]

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And so the hunt was on. Aurora, finding out from her contacts that after a significant amount of digging, the target was located in a cantina located in one of many industrial sectors of the planet. The cantina in question, known as the 'Workers Haven' was run by a particularly shady Rodian by the name of Tsazo. Factory workers from all over the sector used this cantina as their primary spot to socialize, drink and let the weight of work on their feet wear off after their shift. The cantina also served as a prime spot for gangsters and thugs of the Hutts, although they were working compared to the other patrons; supposedly there to make sure that everything remained civilized but thugs would be thugs, instead shaking patrons down for money, occasionally beating up someone they didn't like. Many of the workers were aliens and people down on their luck, who was going to listen to them if they went to report it?

One figured that stood out from the rest however was a humanoid figure dressed in a full black bodysuit, lightweight in its appearance, face covered by a helmet. The figure seemed heavily armed at that, too; a rifle on his back, a sidearm within a holster at his hip. The occasional glance came worker and thug alike, however the figure's facial features were hidden from sight. Docile, the figure seemed, not looking to start trouble or get involved; allowing time, people and nearby conversations to pass him by, remaining comfortable sat at a table in one of the corners of the cantina. Just how long would this peace last, however? Only time would tell.

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA's journey and information had led her to one of the many industrial sectors scattered in the area. Rather than draw any unwanted attention from anyone looking to try and make a quick credit by scrapping her for parts and making the mistake that most greedy and desperate people did, she opted to take a more discreet approach for once. She would pass by a dark alley where she picked up a ragged cloak from someone passed out, using it to cover her body and hide from any prying eyes as she made her way to the cantina. She would enter as she quickly scanned over the patrons of the place, facial recognition software activating in her helmet as she identified thugs and gangsters that were logged in the criminal database. A number of them had bounties on their heads, but not enough for her to care for. Aliases would show up on those she ID'd but none by the name of Faceless. She expected as much, but the attention of a small select group of individuals did catch her attention, and they were the ones she was unable to identify, narrowing it down.

She walks over to the bar as she orders one of the more expensive drinks, passing along the credits to the shifty Rodian before taking it in one hand and walking off to one of the tables in the corner. At that table sat a well-equipped individual who did not appear in the criminal database and whose identity was unknown to her, but he was about the closest she was going to get out of the patrons she found. She would set the drink down on the table before pushing it over to the figure, promptly taking a seat opposite of him as she spoke.

"You seem like the type of individual who could get the job done."

[member="'Faceless'"]
[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Faceless]

The figure looked towards the drink pushed towards his side of the table for a moment, before slowly back up to the Gank that was standing before him. The figure tilted his head slightly and let out a chuckle, speaking in a tone of voice that one could assume a commoner to adopt, strange coming from a man who clearly looked like he was doing well for himself, speaking like the factory working men and women around them. Several eyes were drawn to the scene of a Gank and an armed and armored figure; wondering how this meeting would turn out. Everyone knew that on Nar Shaddaa when a meeting like this happened, nothing good came out of it, unless it was the very odd chance the two of them were friends. Patrons and thugs alike, the whole atmosphere seemed to go eerily on edge.

"If I recall correctly, Ganks don't try to socialize, nor do they try and bribe and be diplomatic when they want something."

The figure leaned forward upon his seat, seemingly neutrally postured for now, his head standing upright as he'd observed the Gank figure before him, his head visibly shifting up and down to scan every part of the Gank; sizing her up in the event that she was going to turn hostile at any moment. Yet he played it diplomatically, adopting a silver-tongue behind a wall of disguise in the forms of commoner-speak, at least for now.

"Yes, I'm someone who can get the job done, what's it to you? You don't look like a client."

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="AU-R0RA"]

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA lifts a hand up, a finger tugging at a knot that had kept the tattered cloak over her shoulders as it fell free to reveal herself since it seemed that the cloak had done little to hide her identity as a Gank from him. She crosses one leg over the other as her hands rest at her lap, not being as aggressive as most Ganks when talking was still an option. She figured he might put up a fight when someone was offering a collective one hundred and fifty thousand credit bounty for two hunters to capture, but maybe he might just come quietly. If not she would likely resort to pacifying and giving him a few broken bones depending on how much of a fight he would be able to put up. She would let out a sound that was similar to a sigh as she tilted her head to the side a bit before speaking up, not bothering to explain why she was being patient and hide why she was there.

"I was hired to bring you in alive. Now you can come along quietly, or you can do your best to try and shoot your way out of this cantina alive and then deal with my friend waiting outside."

Her leg would shift as they uncrossed while she leaned back in her seat, her left hand reaching back as it grasped the grip of her E5-C, her right hand resting on the table, fingers tapping away at a rhythmic pace. She didn't make any moves indicating she would be the one to fire the first shot, but it did serve as a gesture for him to be fully aware what was to come if he didn't comply. A little courtesy she provided from one bounty hunter to another.

"Your choice."

[member="'Faceless'"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

The sounds of meaty thuds accompanied by grunts and groans came from just outside the doorway, and it wouldn't take long for them to catch wind of what exactly was happening as a Rodian was sent through the doorway, landing flat on it's face, skidding it's way to a stop and leaking some oddly colored blood from it's mouth.

Meanwhile, a Klatoonian, Houk and a Weequay drew blaster pistols from their coats, rushing out from their seats with them raised and aimed at AU-ROA and 'Faceless' as they were respectively known. They kept silent for the most part, then the Weequay gave a chuckle before speaking a smug tone. "Contract's terminated, sweetheart. You and your friend here have caused enough trouble for Dalo." The Weequay was definitely behind AU-RORA, aimed at her robotic skull. Otherwise it would be a bit strange for him to call 'Faceless' sweetheart now wouldn't it. If they had the chance to look around, which right now they didn't, they would notice several others begin to arm themselves, or at least it looked that way. Though the majority of them had smaller knives. Perhaps Dalo couldn't afford the highest of quality thugs.

The Rodian bartender threw his arms up in agitation, throwing himself behind it as he shouted, "Oh poodoo, not again!"

They had to act now, otherwise they'd have a nice, scorching hole in the middle of their faces, or at least where it once was.

[member=AU-R0RA] | [member='Faceless']

 

[Faceless]

Faceless watched as it seemed the hunters sent to collect him were suddenly turned upon by presumably by their employers. The voice changed when he next spoke, quite a horrific adjustment at that; instead of it being one voice, it was several, all twisted together into one singular collective to present what the figure had to say. There was no guise, now, simply the bounty hunter known as Faceless. He kept his movements subtle, out of sight, whilst the sounds of everything else masked the very gentle mechanical snaps that were coming from beneath the table. It was fast, methodical, but the figure sat down in a relaxed position allowed himself to speak first, all the while a soft charging noise or the equivalent could be heard coming from under the table.;

"ThIs JuSt IsN't YoUr DaY."

Within an instant, the A-180, utilizing the ion launcher configuration sprung out into view, the barrel lit up with a spectacular blue light. It was launched instantly towards the group of hunters of hunters, right in the middle of a large group of them. The grenade-like munition exploding in a bright blue explosion. It was probably way more effective against vehicles but both the initial strike and against so many targets, the unorthodox purpose was probably just as effective. It would level the playing field, at least, something the Gank and the Shapeshifter would need in order to walk away from this fight unharmed.