Hired

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA was focused on Faceless for the most part as the ruckus drew closer. By the time several figures came in with the expectation of killing both her and Faceless, she would look over her shoulder at the Weequay talking to her. If she still had visible features it would be obvious that she was extremely pissed. She would turn back to Faceless as his voice began to change before responding, "Well it seems like it's yours. The chatty one's mine." Her body moves in one fluid motion as she cartwheels out of her seat just before the Clawdite had discharged an explosion in the midst of their assailants.

AU-R0RA's movements would bring her into an upright position, having drawn her E5-C from its shoulder sling and raised in one hand, already squeezing the trigger, firing at the Weequay's limbs to disarm him. She had already made up her mind that she was going to rip out the backstabbing Phindian's location from him once the rest of his compatriots had been dealt with. She would sidestep and strafe with a certain grace that seemed very unnatural for someone so mechanized, the scattered group as she made some distance from Faceless to divide up their attention.

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

 

[Lemon]

​The Phindian's Thugs had foolhardily attacked seasoned and deadly hunters with little more than bravado, a mistake that may cost them their lives. The Weequay was shot in the legs, screeching out in pain as he collapsed to the floor and dropped his weapon - instead planting his hands over the scorching wound. Meanwhile, the ion blast from 'Faceless' disabled a fair few enemies. Though more remained, and they come with nothing more but vibroknives and their fists. Meanwhile, the sounds of meaty thuds accompanied with grunts and groans still came from the outside.

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

 

[Faceless]

Faceless sprung to action, his rifle wasn't the right engagement range to use, thus resorted to his A-180. The secondary took some time to reconfigure, though with the Gank supporting him and having drilled himself to go over the reconfiguration process time and time again, it wouldn't take much time at all, utilizing the table as cover and a gap between him and anyone who dared tried to get close with a knife or their fists. Fortunately, Faceless knew that his sidearm was like a multi-tool weapon of death, and he planned to use that to his advantage. Within a matter of seconds, the ion launcher quickly became a blaster rifle as Faceless used his position, having it set up as a makeshift barricade to both stabilize his weapon and making it more difficult for a swing from one of the thugs to actually connect and cause any harm. A unorthodox shield; perfect for this sort of encounter. Bursts came from the rifle, focused yet repetitive fire to begin to thin the masses. He'd ensure to avoid civilians and simple patrons who possibly getting caught in the cross-fire. This wasn't their fight.

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

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA walks forward, firing at anyone stupid enough to be standing or wielding a weapon in her line of sight. Bodies would drop as smoke rises from burning blaster wounds, the scent of roasted flesh in the air as she walked towards the Weequay that had dropped to the ground. A swift quick would knock his dropped blaster away as she sent another directly into his solar plexus to send him sprawling on his back. She reaches back as she holsters her E5-C over her shoulder, lifting a metallic foot up to press it right against the Weequay's throat, threatening to crush his windpipe as she let Faceless stick up the rest of the group that had accompanied the Weequay. She looks down as several targeting lasers trained themselves on the thug's forehead, a barrel extending from her right palm as she spoke, "Where is Inhal? If you tell me quick, I'll let you live."

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

 

[Lemon]

The crowd of Thugs was shot dead by 'Faceless', dropping to the ground with smoldering, scorching holes in their chests. The one underneath the Gank squirmed about, rushing hands to her foot in an attempt to release, but there was no use - he was too weak.

"Go-Gold Tower! Inhal- Gold To-Tower." He managed to spurt out those words in his raspy and pained voice. His hands still clutching at the foot in the attempt to pus it off. Only one thought went through his mind at the moment. Is she going to let me go. Unfortunately for him that was most likely not the case.

The bar was littered with corpses, smoke trails stemming from their lifeless bodies whilst civilians cowered beneath the tables. As the sound died down and it looked to be over with, the bartender rose up from behind the bar shouting in his native tongue, maybe he was too angry to speak basic. In his impossible to understand gibberish he angrily gestures towards the door.

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

 

[Faceless]

Faceless got out of his fortified position, gathering up his equipment and configuring the A180 to the smallest package in the form of the pistol variation. He'd look to the Gank who was currently interrogating the poor sod on the floor, not that the man who added a solid estimation of about ten plus people to the body-count without even breaking a sweat; Faceless didn't comment on it nor did he exactly carry any pride about it, seeing it as nothing more as mere statistics. He let the Gank continue with what she was doing as the bartender popped out and started to approach the Rodian as he'd stop at the counter and reached into a pouch, taking out a credit chit and sliding it over, speaking in the broken choir of voices;

"YoU aRe LuCkY tO bE aLiVe. ThIs NevEr HapPeNeD, uNdErStAnD?"

He waited a response that stated 'yes' before wanting to depart to speak to the Gank, more so watching over her as he waited for her toying with the already defeated enemy went on to try and get more information. The cantina had cleared by this point, bar the four that were still in there. The prospect of it all was curious to say the least; hunters sent to kill the hunters that were sent to hunt him? Anything was possible in the shadowy underworld of the Galaxy, no doubt about it but it was these instances of double or even triple crosses that really shook things up and made it more interesting. Whatever the case, an alliance was formed, uneasy at best between himself, the Gank and the friend that was outside, if he was even still alive.

Next item on the daily agenda; time to pay the lying scumbag who caused this mess a visit.

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

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA keeps the pressure of her metallic foot on the Weequay's neck as he struggles beneath her, trying so desperately to break free. The targeting lasers continued to hover and laze their way across his forehead as he sputtered out Inhal's supposed location. AU-R0RA knew that there was only a small handful of loyal thugs that were willing to risk their life on the line for their employer, and this Weequay was certainly not one of them. Even if he did lie, it would only be a matter of time before the three hunters would be able to track down Inhal anyways; she just asked to not waste any of her time. She digs her heel further into his throat before removing her foot to allow the Weequay to crawl or stumble away. The targeting lasers vanish as she turns to the other hunter before speaking. "It appears you are no longer a valid contract. However it does seem that we have someone wanting us all dead, so why not work together and deal with him first before parting ways?" The Weequay would be grunting as he was struggling to crawl over the bodies of his dead compatriots. Just as he reached the entrance, AU-R0RA would raise her E5-C in one hand without even looking as she fired a blaster bolt and blasted a hole through the Weequay's chest, the now corpse falling flat on their face as she lowered her weapon.

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

 

[Faceless]

Faceless nodded, the crack of the E5-C didn't startle him at all, he sort of expected it; honor wasn't a factor in this line of work, nor was chivalry. The Weequay had tried to kill them both and failed and now he paid with his life. To the Clawdite, nothing was gained from letting him go, there was no reason to either. The scum deserved to die, just like the gang of poorly equipped thugs to try and take out both the original target and the hunters that were sent to take him down. Regardless, the fight was over and now they could proceed to fix this mess of an operation. It was clear the person who wanted them all dead had severely underestimated their abilities, not having done research into their capabilities and talents before making the order to try and draw the curtain.

"ThAt WoUlD bE pRoFiTaBlE fOr Us bOtH. lEaD tHe WaY."

And with that, Faceless moved to exit the Cantina. Surprisingly, this was the day he set aside to let the adrenaline of his work wear off and allow him to kick his feet up until the next job. So much for that idea.

 

[Lemon]

Outside the Cantina was a group of limp thugs, all of varying species. Across their faces were signs of a beating, a fresh one at that. Fett stood idly outside, waiting for the two to venture out. He knew things weren't going well, and he could hear the exchange between the two hunters once the violence had ceased. Now he was going to get Inhal, whether with those two or not. It didn't matter to him.

The Gold Tower, it wasn't too far and a group of speeders was never too hard to come by. Especially now when Nar Shadaa was plagued with the night life. Fett waited for the two of them, after all he'd need a rundown of what had happened. The streets were dead, much like those inside. However, if one bothered to pay any attention it wasn't hard to find the odd fleeing individual and cowering civilian. It was odd considering Nar Shadaa was prone to this sort of behavior.

[member="Faceless"] [member="AU-R0RA"]

 

[Soundwave]

AU-R0RA steps out of the cantina, not making any effort to try and avoid stepping over the bodies as Faceless follows after her. As she exits and finds a few more thugs outside she looks up at Koda before speaking. "Hope you didn't have too much fun all by yourself." She steps on a body before walking over towards Koda before speaking up once more. "The deal has changed. Inhal tried to set us all up. We're going to go pay him a visit." She begins to walk off for a means of transport that would get them to the Gold Tower, not waiting long for the two to either accompany her before she took off or they found their own means of transportation.

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

 

[Faceless]

Faceless looked between Aurora and Koda, seeming to look over the new hunter's features for a moment. A typical Mandalorian, so it seemed. Whoever this Inhal guy was clearly wasn't fooling around with trying to take him down... Though it looks like his newfound allies had the wool pulled over their eyes by their client. A rare event in this line of work, but when it did happen things were decisive and never ended peacefully... Just like this botched job was about to turn out. Not that Faceless minded in the slightest that this is how things had appeared to be; in all likeliness, there was money to be made from this... And if he could make a few new contacts and quench that thirst for bloodshed? A nice bonus to be sure.

He'd follow alongside Aurora and with likely with Koda as well. They had an appointment at the Gold Tower with a fellow named Inhal; who's time was come closer and closer to the end. Every second was just another tick, spelling his impending doom in the form of an assassin and two betrayed hunters.

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

 

[Lemon]

It wasn't long before the trio would fine themselves at the Gold Tower. As expected it was golden, or so it seemed in colour. Brisling with lights that illuminated even the darkest areas of Nar Shadaa with a glistening among it. They group was armed and dangerous, exactly why so many had been sent after them and even in that case it was more of a quantity over quality sort of deal.

It was either perfect timing, or an unfortunate situation, depending on which side you were on. The Hunters showed up as Inhal departed the building, he seemed to be heading towards a speeder where a driver awaited him. Hobbling over in his hunched way. The Phindian hadn't caught wind of the Hunters just yet, they were in the clear, if they were to act now would be the time.

 

[Soundwave]

While her speeder was on its way to the Gold Tower, AU-R0RA deliberated over the use of which munition to load and use to deal with Inhal since the previously loaded sleep darts that were to be used on Faceless were no longer an option she was content with. Which would it be? The napalm tank to make a slow, agonizing death? The warhead tipped darts to tear him to pieces? What to choose, what to choose...Plates slid apart as a series of clicks were heard, a drum of darts being pushed out as she removed it and placed it in a compartment where her stomach would have been. A rack of different munitions would spin around as she reached in and grabbed out a canister.

She would reach in as she grabbed a canister and moved it to her right forearm, pushing it in as her arm accepted it and slowly pulled it in, a hiss and a click heard as it locked itself in and the plates moved back to cover her forearm. As she arrived at the location it would appear that Inhal was getting ready to bail out, but she was not in the mood for an extended game of cat and mouse. She leveled her right hand up as targeting lasers shot out from her fingertips, locking onto the driver's neck before a dart shot out. With impressive accuracy the dart struck the driver in the neck, a few seconds passing before his neck exploded into meaty chunks that sent his head flying.

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