Hunting for a Cause

[Vilaz Munin]

Corusant

Now, this time he wasn't hunting for the heck of it or for credits. Not for this hunt. This time, he was hunting for a cause and that cause was to limit the numbers of the One Sith. Sure, you could do large scale battles and see if you can be victorious over them, you can do hit and run, or any other operations. But, that would give away anyone's position. A better way was contracting a Bounty Hunter and hope and pray he could get the target at the front doorsteps of the contractor.

This was not a contract from some random person of the Galaxy. No, this was a contract from a vod and well recognized. This wouldn't subtract the One Sith numbers fast, but it was better than nothing. Ironclad in his beskar'gam, a Vornskr scattergun, two WESTAR 34 pistols, all the armaments on his armor, a jetpack, and a combat knife. Nothing else.

Walking within one of the upper levels of Corusant that was more or less better than the underworld was the Redneck trying to find a target that would seem to support the Sith within the military or he or she supported them in their domination.

[member=Xilo Gale]

 

[Xilo Gale]

In the upper parts of Coruscant, Xilo walked the streets a little jig in his step. There was no real reason he was this happy, it was just who he was. Skipping into one of the upperclass resturaunts and riding the elevator up Xilo walked out onto the top floor where he was greeted by a waiter. The room was elegant with a chandalier in the center of the room, the circular tables set up and having a golden tint to them. This was obviously a spot for the richest of the rich. Most of the men and women wore custom made dresses or tuxedos. "Sir... May I help you?" The waiter asked a concerned look on his face as he looked Xilo over.

Today Xilo had settled for bringing his sonic pistol, some thud and razor bugs as well as his newly christened Tsaisi Magnus. Suffice to say his clothes didn't match the setting either as he wore a simple burgundy shirt and black pants. "Yes my good man, guide me to your best table and bring me your most expensive meal." Xilo said lauughing and placing a arm over the mans shoulder and walking away from the elevator with him as if he knew the man for his whole life.

"Sir this is a Black tie only restaurant." Freezing in place Xilo's head slowly turned towards the man a look of anger in his eyes. "Sir I know how inconvenient it must be but there is a restaurant down the street that is just as good."

Turning completely Xilo pulled the man into a hug before kissing his forehead before pulling away. "You shouldn't deny me what I want." Xilo said letting his fingers walk up the man's chest while the other drew his sword and swung it. The waiters head went flying in a bloody arc before landing on a nearby table. At first one scream burst out but was quickly followed by over twenty more as people began to rush past Xilo and pack into the elevators trying to get away. Xilo simply walked forward and sat before the waiters head and dug into the unfinished nerf steak. "No I'm sorry it had to be this way."

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[Vilaz Munin]

Nothing to find for a suitable hunt, yet. Just normal casual civilians walking and doing their own business under this iron curtain of tyranny. All their taxes supported the cause of the Sith making them able to conduct research, experiments, toughen out their military, and Manda knows what else they were doing. Scheming, you could say. Finding ways to end the Republic and other factions in the Galaxy once they finally destroy the Republic. Who knows if they would come after the Protectorate or the Mando'ade. If they were to attack either one, then the Protectorate and the Mandalorians would aid one another due to the good relationship there was between the two.

Passing by a fancy restaurant that was for those who had money and wearing a the dress code that was required. In Mandalorian space you didn't need no black tie or dress to enter a restaurant. No, you could come in your beskar'gam, in casual clothing, or whatever you feel like wearing. Not like these restaurants that seemed stereotypical in a way. Seemed to be another great way to segregate the rich and the poor. What did caught interest of the restaurant is that hordes of customers were exiting out of the elevators in a hurry. There was fear and panic in the faces of the customers. Curious. A fire, perhaps? Or maybe a terrorist. The Warrior would likely go with the latter because this was no work of an accident. Even the people were giving off hints that there was a murderer on the top floor who just killed a waiter.

A suitable target to hunt. A Sith who was probably abusing their own power now that they were in control of the worlds in their territories? That was a possible chance that, that was the case. Instead of using the elevator like these frightened diners the Rally Master would exit out of the building and use his jetpack to fly to top floor of the complex. It was much more faster than if he were to use the elevator and listen to the elevator music. A crash would be heard as shards of broken glass would litter the floor as the Mandalorian made his entrance by crashing through it.

The HUD of his helmet indicated him that he was not alone and there was another living being in this floor. He looked around and saw a man sitting at a table enjoying a meal with the head of a waiter on the table coating the cloth of the table in blood. His guard was up and he walked slowly to the lone man.

A question would be asked, "Sith?"

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Sitting down and munching on yet another plate of food Xilo listened to the classical music that played in the resturaunt trying to convey a peaceful emotion even though the situation was anything but that. Yet Xilo's head still rocked to it the peaceful melody calming him a bit. The sweet taste of a Wookie-Wango as it made his taste buds buzz. Taking another bite from yet another Nerf Steak Xilo savored the taste. How juicy it was and how it was done just enough to where he could taste just a tinge of blood. Looking over at the disembodied head the look of confusion and horror still upon it Xilo pointed his fork at it. "Don't stare at me like that. If you want some go get your own." Looking back to his food and eating a few more bites Xilo finally sighed before looking at the head once again. "Sorry Geoffrey, Hope you don't mind the name. But if you keep staring at me like that I'm gonna have to punish you again." Xilo warned.

Then his meal was interrupted by a man clad head to toe in mandalorian armor exploded into the room. "Bravo! Bravo!" Xilo yelled clapping both his hands as though it were a show till the man walked up to him and just said the word Sith as though it were a question. Looking up at the man there was no question what he wanted, but that didn't mean Xilo wasn't gonna have some fun with him before answering his question. "Brother!?" Xilo yelled his arms opening wide as though offering a hug. "Why must you be so serious. Go pull up a chair and a plate. Want something to drink as well?! It's all free. And while we're at it we'll talk about how rude it is to go accusing people of being a Sith." Xilo said before cutting off a piece of nerf steak and popping it into his mouth and crunching down.

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[Vilaz Munin]

Yep, this man was surely a lunatic or just had something psychologically wrong with him. Many murderers wood have problems similar to this one and it would be best if they were separated from society forever. Which was why asylums and prisons were made for people like the man who was in front of Vilaz. He was expecting the person to run away or fight the Mandalorian, not sitting down all calm and enjoying a nice meal that looked like food for the rich. Especially, if it's being served in a place like this the owner would surely want the best meat served to his or her customers.

Now, what did got the man out of place was when he called the Rally Master his brother. Last time Vilaz checked he wasn't Verne nor was he a Mandalorian that could be called as "vod". That definitely confirmed for the Warrior that this man had some problems. He acted all carefree. Well, let's see how well carefree he is when a scattergun was aimed at your face. "Why don't we talk 'bout yourself," he replied back to the man and aimed his Vornskr scattergun to the man. Really deadly and hard to dodge at this range, and hard to block with a lightsaber since it doesn't fire at one exact place. No, it spread in various other locations, hence why it was called a scattergun.

The Redneck wasn't here to have fun. He was here to get to the point and try to finish a job that was one out of many bounties he could pursue and capture at this very moment. His right trigger finger, that was covered and protected by a crushgaunt as well as the rest of the hand and his left hand, was now feeling the touch of the trigger of the weapon he was holding at the moment. "I ain't here to play no games with ya dumb, child ass brain. Best not call me brother again. So, you a Sith or nah." Pretty easy to answer. Just a yes or a no.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Xilo had turned his attention back to his meal for a few seconds before it was quickly ruined by the Mandalorian pointing the scattergun at him. Sitting back and observing the weapon Xilo stared straight down the barrel just as calm as he had been before. Though he decided to oblige the man. Putting down the knife and fork he wiped his mouth with the handkerchief that had been left behind. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Xilo planned out his next moves as carefully as possible. "Fine, I'll tell you what you want. I'll tell you." He said holding up the weapon trying to put on his most fearful face though it failed horribly. His next moves were sudden as his leg lifted kicking the table and slapping his hands down onto the table to make the part of the table nearest the gun rock up and knock the aim off. Using the distraction Xilo would lean all the way back in the chair so it hit the ground.

Using the momentum from the fall Xilo would roll backwards before using his hands to send himself into a flip where he landed upon a table that had been behind him. His weight tipping it over so he could use it as a shield. "Of course I'm a Sith!" Xilo yelled back at the bounty hunter as he drew the sonic pistol and shot at the chain holding the chandelier up to break and make the huge ornament fall.

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[Vilaz Munin]

Observing he was. He studied the man with every move that he made. People would not worry nor care about observing how a man eats a meal, but some assassins could find a way in making the most harmless thing into a lethal weapon. The weapon is his very own hands was still trained on the man and that right trigger finger needed one wrong move to pull the trigger and injure this murderer. Eyes were watching closely as the man put down the silverware and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief that was on the. 'Kid tryin' to impress me?' Vilaz asked to himself as he saw a fearful, yet fail face came across Xilo's face. He was going to do better than that in order to scare or impress the Rally Master. In fact, there was nothing that could scare or fear the Redneck except for that one time when he and a group of others had face off a Lotek'k, a god of fear. That day was when he knee what fear was as that creature poured amounts of fear into Vilaz's mind. However, that was not the case at this very moment.

Just how suddenly the man made his move was when the Bounty Hunter pulled the trigger of the scattergun. A part of the table did rock off Vilaz's aim, but the slug pellet would scatter in different directions meaning that the pellet may or may not affect the now hostile. The table then sat down in its normal position with its legs standing on the floor, and over it the Warrior could see his new target from through his buy'ce making a big gap between them as he retreated to another table. Clever. Due to his weight bearing down on one end of the table he managed to tip it and use it as a shield. A shield that could protect him from several rounds of his scattergun, but could it take the force and damage of a type-12A anti-personnel rocket from his MM9 mini concussion rifle system?

Taking aim at the table which wasn't really hard to aim at due to how big the target was the Mandalorian then with a verbal command launched the rocket from the system towards the table. At the same time his question was finally answered. Good, Strider would be pleased if the Bounty Hunter would haul this target at Myrkr. After the confirmation of the hostile that claimed he was a Sith a high pitch noise could be heard and a sphere of sonic energy could be seen too. That sphere was aimed for a chandelier that happened to be right above the Rally Master. Without thinking the Warrior dived to his right to avoid the chandelier falling on top of his head that could lead to unconsciousness or loss of focus. Glass could be heard being broken and even more shards of glass littered the floor.

And thus was the beginning of destroying such a fancy restaurant that would soon need some repairs after this whole hunt was done.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Checking himself over to make sure he had no holes in his body Xilo gave a sigh of relief before tying a napkin to a fork as though it were a flag and stuck it up over the table waving it in a sign of surrender. "Oh come on! Just because you're mandalorian and I'm a sith doesn't mean we can't get along. Why can't we be friends?" Xilo asked the mandalorian though he carried the same tone of voice he had the whole time he had been talking to the mandalorian earlier. There was no hint of truth in his voice but there was a largely sarcastic tone. He did soon hear the chandelier fall to the ground the sound of glass shattering filled the room. A few shards even slid over to where Xilo was.

"Hey that was before I raised the peace flag." Xilo yelled standing up over the table and was greated by a concussive missle being shot at the table. "Oh you son of a Kath hound." Xilo mumbled as he fell back to the ground raising his feet and kicking the table causing it to slide and meet the missle early. The explosion was still powrful enough that Xilo went flying and hit another table the cloth doing nothing but making him slide off of it. The food upon the table fell onto Xilo and when he poked his head up this time it was covered in pasta and a fork was stuck in his shoulder. Flipping the table and using how big it was as a way to obscure the mandalorians vision. Xilo began to go prone crawling for the kitchen hiding beneath table after table before stopping beneath one of them and yanking the fork out of his shoulder.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Friends? That sure was not happening for him or any Mandalorian. As soon you would shake hands with a Sith, simultaneously and automatically, you are considered as dar'manda to the vode and to the Manda. A hard and difficult thing to forgive unless you were forced to or happened to go through a situation like Ordo that had the aurora of the Dark Lord enter your body and possess you. A long time ago Mandalorians helped the Sith for whatever they needed. Now, times had changed and it would be impossible for the Sith and the Mando'ade to form a good relationship. And he bet his Beskar'gam that would never happened.

"Friends my ass, dar'jetti!" He responded back to his target and got back up with both feet on the floor and the scattergun still in his hands. He heard the explosion coming from his rocket that made impact with the table destroying all, if not a portion of it. "Ain't no peace till yer dead," the Redneck responded to the miserable looking peace lab that the Sith created. When a Mando or a Sith was in the room one of them had to die or retreat. He would probably never give the latter to any Sith or anyone associated to them. The Rally Master saw the table that the bounty flipped. His own eyes couldn't see him, but the HUD connected on his buy'ce told him where the Sith was and the rest of Vilaz's surroundings.

The HUD noted the Warrior that the bounty was on the move, since he was no longer on his original position. "Hidin' 'n runnin' ain't gonna help ya," he said to the Sith as he began walking towards him and closing the distance between him and his target. "Best to kneel and beg for mercy," the Bounty Hunter said giving him the option to concede and be taken away.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

"Hey what did I ever do to you. I'm sorry I ate all the nerf steak! It was just so good!" Xilo yelled as a distraction while listening to the mandalorian and the steps he took. Each step forward was like a clock counting down to Xilo's death his face twisted his heart pounded adrenaline pumping through his veins, but it wasn't from fear but excitement. Peaking from beneath the table he looked towards the large windows that looked out over coruscant speeders flying by the windows at extreme speeds. "Alright listen, how about I go willingly? Will that give me a chance to live?" Xilo asked as he climbed from beneath the table both hands up in the air as though he were under arrest. Turning around his hands behind his back waiting to be cuffed Xilo stopped the act and made a dash for the window and jumped through it.

"If you want me come and get me." The sound of glass shattering once again filled the room as Xilo exploded out the window glass following him. He flew through the air while speeders sped by almost a hair's inch from hitting him. "WEEEE!" Xilo yelled as he flew through the air reaching out he saw a speeder coming by he grasped onto the side of it hanging on for as long as he could before climbing upon it and taking awhile to get his balance upon the speeder. Finally looking back at the restaurant Xilo wondered if the mandalorian would follow.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

That distraction would not work against the Bounty Hunter, since it was a simple yell directed towards at him. And no insults was in that yell. Usually there would be an insult. But that didn't distract him from his main objective. Still walking at a gradual and calm velocity towards his hunt with his HUD locating the Sith's location and Vilaz making his own path to reach him. The scattergun was still held up in both hands and was not trained for fire, but held in a position as if nothing has happened; however, once he had a visual of the man the Mandalorian would raise and aim his weapon towards the bounty and shots would be expected to escape from the firearm with the pull of a trigger, of course. "Ain't what you did to me. Just hate ya," he said simply to his opponent. He hated every Sith that existed in this Galaxy and that went for every Mandalorian in the vode.

The moment he had a visual of the Sith he then trained and aimed his slug scattergun at the man. Good, he was making his job easier. A challenge he liked, but there were more bounties out in the Galaxy to hunt down. "Till yer on the knees I'll show some niceness from me," the Rally Master replied to his question. He walked further and further, and closed the distance simultaneously with each step he took. As if he was about to be arrested the dar'jetti began to position himself and was ready to be cuffed and ready to be taken away. But he made a movement that made Vilaz utilize the weapon. As soon as he began running away to avoid being arrested the Warrior with his scattergun ready to be used fired a slug that would spread in multiple directions. He could have made a hit on the man, but that didn't interest him. He predicted that the Sith would not have given up so easily, for that's how all of them were. They say one thing, and do another. Your typical, average Sith.

The Redneck began chasing him down as he ran after him with all the equipment he had on him. If he didn't have any of the equipment with him, then he would be much faster than the velocity he was at. After all, he mostly wore his beskar'gam all the time and he fought and trained with it, and that could improve his physical traits. Similar to working out, but with armor on. Then, as they were running the sound of glass breaking entered the room, but it didn't litter the room. No, instead glass would be falling outside of the restaurant and would sprinkle on anyone who was unlucky to be under it. Continuing his pursuit he jumped through the building, but would then activate his JT-12 jetpack (with a Z-6 missile warhead) so he wouldn't fall to his possible death and could keep up with his hunt.

His HUD system didn't just had information on the Sith, but what was around him. Speeders racing through the skies of Corusant to reach their destination. And his buy'ce had a 360 field vision of his surrounding making him able to see what was above, below, behind, anywhere around him. He only had one minute of fuel in his jetpack for one minute. Better use it wisely. Following the same speeder that the target was on the Mandalorian through verbal command had his attached range finder fall down at eye sight where he could see it. With it he could zoom in at distant objects, could give him information of a target, and many more. He locked onto the Sith with his rangefinder and with that lock-on it would make tracking easier for him.

"Can't run 'nymore," now that he had his target in a good position. Of course, he could jump to another speeder, but he would still have the Mandalorian on his tail. At max speed of his jetpack the Bounty Hunter would begin to close in that displacement between him and his prey. Didn't land on the speeder, but once he was in the position he would do it. Didn't want to run out of fuel and end up falling down to wherever he might end up.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Looking back Xilo saw the Mandalorian activate his jetpack to continue his pursuit. "Don't you know when to give up?!" Xilo yelled back at the Mandalorian quite shocked that anyone would take such actions just to pursue someone. The mandalorian really must have been desperate to capture a Sith. Keeping his balance wasn't the easiest thing upon the airspeeder as the speed they were flying at made the wind almost blow Xilo off. In the lane next to him though he saw a delivery speeder with a flat roof. Taking his chance he cast one more glance at the Mandalorian before jumping off his past airspeeder. Clasping onto the side of the delivery truck Xilo held on for dear life as it switched lanes climbing into a higher lane. "I'm scared of heights?!" Xilo yelled for no reason not even if sure if he was or wasn't. Finally able to climb onto the roof of the delivery truck he drew a blaster pistol firing it at the Mandalorian as a distraction so he could take his eyes off the traffic and hopefully get hit by a oncoming speeder.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

When would he ever give up? That's a question that he always asked himself. Just, when? He never gave up on a fight and would always give his best and use all the skills, weapons, and energy whenever he was fighting anyone. Whether it be a Sith, Jedi, or some random guy that wanted to pick a fight with him. He had a personality that he would, sometimes, never surrender or retreat from a fight. When he was dead, knocked out, or accepted the fact that he was overwhelmed. That would be the best facts of when he would give up on a fight. And right now he was not overwhelmed by any hostile, external force. No, he as a predator was the one who was overwhelming his prey, the Sith. His target was retreating from him proving that he alone was a threat for this particular dar'jetti. Yet, at the same time the man was also making his job more intense and difficult as he was pursuing his target through Corusant's air traffic.

His 360 degree HUD covered his surroundings and making them visible on the Rally Master's buy'ce. Now, he just needed to maneuver around the flying speeders to avoid getting hit by a flying speeder in Corusant's air. Still dangerous, but less now that he could see all around him. The Mandalorian still had a lock on on his objective, and at the same time it was relaying him information about his hunt. A hybrid between human and sephi and was approximately 5'10 in height. Not important information about a bounty, but that could be used for anything in the future. Just not quite sure for what. In case he was unsuccessful through verbal command he activated the visual and audio recorder that was a feature on his device and began recording everything when a 'click' was made. He could have someone identify who this man is and gather more dirt on him, and could also use the recording to run through security surveillance cameras with a slicer at his aid. Just playing it safe, if he were to fail in this hunt.

Vilaz saw Xilo take a glance at him and then suddenly jumped off the lane they were both in and to catch a ride on a passing delivery speeder. He could run as much as he wanted, but whenever he looked back he would see an emotionless T-visor helmet behind him that would be relentless in capturing him. He wasn't doing it for the credits. He was hunting the Sith so Xilo and others like him would end up behind bars of the high security prison on Myrkr. Limiting the numbers of the One Sith, one Sith at a time. Moving into the lane that his target switched to the Redneck turned his body in a 180 degree angle, causing some sort of "friction" you could say as he was still flying backwards due to the velocity when he changed lanes and turned his body. With the max speed of his jetpack he continued his pursuit through the sky full of rushing and speeding speeders.

What he really need to do now was land on something before the fuel of his jetpack ran out. How much time has passed when he first activated? 15-20 seconds? Didn't know, he wasn't keeping track of how much time was left until his jetpack could no longer function. With the max speed he was going at he was sure he could land on the surface of the delivery speeder and save some fuel for his jetpack. His target was still locked on his rangefinder he saw the Sith taking out a pistol meaning that he was probably going to take the offensive against Vilaz. Paying close attention to Xilo's actions and movements. As soon as he saw the dar'jetti aiming and began firing his pistol that was blaster due to the type of ammunition it was firing Vilaz began maneuvering to the right, left, up, and down to avoid getting hit. Didn't hit him, but it probably hit a speeder or even killed a pilot.

"'Nough games," he said to himself as he was getting frustrated at the Sith. He began charging forward with his jetpack towards the delivery speeder. Needed to get there before he would free fall towards the ground because of his jetpack running out of fuel. And finally, he closed in the huge gap that was between him and the speeder, and he flew over his target to reach the opposite side of the speeder. Vilaz deactivated his jetpack and landed on the roof of the vehicle. When both feet touched the roof he crouched down to maintain balance for himself, so he didn't stumble around. He slung his scattergun around him and pulled out his dual WESTAR 34 pistols. He wasn't going to be soft for Xilo. He would do anything to capture his targets and he was aggressive when it came to bounty hunting. Without giving any warning he raised both pistols and aimed them at the man. He didn't carefully aim as if he were using an assault rifle, but when his pistols were aligned on Xilo the sounds of blaster fire could be heard. Hopefully, the Sith didn't jumped on another speeder, but if he did he would be calling in his personal ship to get him the places he needed to be and to pursue those he hunted down. One should know that Vilaz never karks around when it came to bounty hunting.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Xilo merely watched as the Mandalorian dodged his Sonic rounds willing to risk civilians lives to keep his own safe and to catch a Sith. Who was really this dedicated to capturing one person. He really had to hate sith to keep all this going. A pilot that had gotten hit by a sonic round plunged out of the sky his speeder crashing into a building causing rubble to fall free. Simply shaking his head Xilo would call out to the mandalorian. "That one was your fault! If you had just taken the hit he would've still been alive." So taking a few steps back as he saw the mandalorian speeding torwards him Xilo planned his next moves accordingly. He saw the mandalorian draw his pistol's but Xilo simply rolled left allowing himself to roll off the delivery speeder, but he'd clasp on to the side where he was looking the driver right in the face. "Sorry but I need this." Xilo said as though he were borrowing the man's speeder, however he raised the sonic pistol and fired it at the man stunning him in his seat. Then as though it had never flew straight the speeder began to plunge through lane after lane. So Xilo would flip back onto the top where he had last seen the mandalorian in an attempt to kick him.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

A crash then roared from the sky as a speeder crashed into a building killing the driver and the others in the blast radius, injuring citizens, and glass and debris was free falling to the ground. He wasn't responsible for the death and injuries of those men and women, for he wasn't the one who fired a round that caused all this mess. He wasn't going to risk himself so someone that he didn't know could still live and to prevent an incident that would appear in the news. No doubt, this tyrannical government would defend and support the Bounty Hunter's target and would, probably, blame it all on Vilaz, and post a bounty on him for the crime he never caused and have all the authorities on him. That wouldn't worry him at all. But this Sith should know one thing about this life: everyone dies. Whether it is today, tomorrow, next week, didn't matter. Even this Warrior would side for he cannot cheat and evade Death.

"I ain't the jackass that was shootin' around," the Rally Master responded to Sith that was pretending that he wasn't the one who caused the whole incident behind them. Through verbal command he activated his magnetic lock boots that were a part of the components of his armor. This would help him maintain balance while he was on the moving delivery speeder. The Redneck had never done anything like this, but if there was one thing he knew was that he had to maintain his balance so he wouldn't fall off and end up Manda knows where he would end up. He saw the dar'jetti roll off the the speeder, but what made the Warrior not believe that the bounty flew off to another speeder was the fact of his hands still grasping on the side of the speeder. He took aim at the hand and waited for the Sith to appear so he could begin his barrage of blaster bolts, until...

The speeder began plunging in another lane and another as if it had no pilot maneuvering it. His aim was off as he began taking steps forward, backward, sideway to maintain his own balance due to the out of control vehicle. Speeders began taking evasive maneuvers to dodge and avoid the delivery speeder to cause another accident, and the vehicle the Warrior was on began making turns and other maneuvers that just brought it to no specific direction. Sooner or later it would end up somewhere. Moments later he saw the Sith appear before him and closed in to kick him. Vilaz's aim was not being trained and concentrated, but he had more gadgets than his blaster pistols. He brought up his left arm that held his wrist flamethrower and his missile rocket system and from his wrist flames would come to life and would spring out forward what direction the wrist was pointing at. The kick was a success, but because of close quarters the man probably wouldn't have enough time to dodge the flames to, once again, how close both individuals were at with each other.

He would stumble backwards and would fall on his back, and it would help by decelerating and stop him moving. Laying down on the top of the speeder Vilaz would aim his pistols at the target and would fire more volleys of blaster bolts at Xilo.

[member="Xilo Gale"]