Lemon
Citrus Dreams
Koda Fett
Felacat
He hunted a Rebel, and that Rebel had been found. They could've sent someone more inconspicuous, for an underground organisation that weren't entirely subtle now were they? Facial recognition pinged, at least it did on Fett's sensors. A little gift from the Empire for his services, one he would gladly accept. This man was tanned, stubble and appeared as he was from a desert planet - hardly Imperial or Felacat Nobility. Fett moved in to intercept.The Rebel cautiously glanced about, his eyes shifting after catching a glimpse of the infamous Bounty Hunter, especially known for hunting down Rebel Personnel that had proved to be a thorn in the side of the Empire, fortunately for him he hadn't made a name for himself yet - maybe that's why they sent him instead of someone notable. Either it, it was about to end all the same. The Bounty Hunter gave a shrill, sharp whistle to the Storm Troopers on his left, as they looked towards him he gave a nod in the direction of the Rebel. He paused, and grimaced. The Storm Troopers moved towards him with Blasters raised, "You, stop right there!" One yelled out, causing many of the incoming patrons to freeze and direct their attention towards the commotion.
This Rebel turned, sprinting away as the Storm Troopers pursued. They'd catch him soon enough, Koda remained where he was. Minutes had passed and over Imperial Comms all he heard was, "We've captured the Rebel." After that he tuned out for the time being, but Fett's holocommunicator began buzzing on his hip. The Bounty Hunter would reach behind him with his free hand and pull it out in front of him, a projection of that same Lieutenant was present. Internally, Fett sighed, rolled his eyes and formed a scowl. "If you would, please take this call somewhere... private."
The call was terminated, and Fett wandered off the property to which he would then begin calling the Lieutenant, "Splendid. Now that you've caught your quarry, I ask something else of you." The Lieutenant was dancing around it as if it were a game, something Fett despised in conversation. "Spit it out." The man abruptly replied. "Ahem." The Imperial cleared his throat, "The Felacatian Duke isn't entirely on board with an Imperial Alliance, we fear he may tip the odds in his favor and run us off. Kill him. Here are his coordinates." Shortly afterwards a list of coordinates had been uploaded to Fett's database aboard the Concord Spear. The Imperials trusted Fett, they had no reason not to. So much so they entrusted him to get it done with no real intel. He was going in blind, as per usual.
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The Concord Spear set down within a jungle clearing, if anything were beneath it, it was no doubt blown away by the immense force the engines provided. The ramp lowered itself down, planting in the mud that would no doubt have to be cleaned sooner or later. Aboard the Bounty Hunter's Vessel was of course the Bounty Hunter himself, he finished grabbing his required tools of the trade and stepped outside. Over one shoulder was a slung sniper rifle, and in his hands were an EE-3, gripped cautiously, the wildlife was known to be deadly. After all, the sentients themselves were beasts.
Through the mud Fett waded, must've been heavy rain recently. He came out of it soon, but his armor was now stained by the liquidy solid. The night sky and jungle canopy provided enough protection from the watchful eyes of the Felacat Royal Guards. The only problem he faced right now was the wildlife themselves, he couldn't fire off a blaster or anything loud for that matter, they may figure someone was relatively nearby. Plus he had not one clue of their patrol patterns. Brute force would be his ally in the jungle.
The Murderous Mercenary kept on his path, it was a steep incline, troublesome, one foot wrong and you may just fall to your death. Rustling came from behind him, his helmet sensors pinged and his low light vision illuminated the area. Come out. He beckoned inside his own mind as he prepared a vibro-knife and his gauntlet blades. With two rifles slung over his shoulder, he didn't have much in the way of comfortable mobility. The rustles happened again, louder, closer, whatever it was it was about to strike. Then it happened, some feline creature on all fours dove out from the bushes towards the Bounty Hunter at chest height - claws and teeth ready to rip him a new one. Though Koda was quick, his reflexes near unmatched. Down he slams himself, landing on his back and extending his feet in the air at the perfect time, the best sails over the edge with a roar and a thud. Dead. Glancing over the clifface, all he could see was a splattered animal.
Finally, he reached the position. High on top of a small, rocky mountain that was high enough to overlook the entire palace with it's courtyard and all. The architecture was lovely. Beige stone embedded with colorful jewels and artistry. The courtyard was what you would expect of a feline creature, dense with vibrant foliage. Though the Bounty Hunter cared not for it, but could still appreciate such a thing. He was happy with this situation; being alone was his strong-suit.
He kneels down, pulling both the carbine and the rifle from his back and placing them on the rocky terrain. The location was found by luck, but it even further proved with it's perfect tip. Koda grabbed the sniper rifle, clutching it with both hands as he leaned to his side, having this natural rock wall to lean on. In front of him the sniper was able to have it's bipod extend and rest evenly. Now he had to wait, for how long he didn't know, but he'd take the shot when it was right. A projection of the Duke hovered to his left, just inside his peripheral.
Hours passed, it seemed to be early morning, for a Duke this was go time. So much to do, so much to see. The Feline Royalty made it's way to the exterior landing pad, accompanied by many others, including both royalty and guards. A deep breath, complete focus. Dead quiet apart from the few chirping boards. Then a squeeze of the trigger, and a red bolt soared. Over the mountain, past the jungle, towards the palace, and into the Duke. When the bolt hit the royalty he turned to his side from the impact, fell backwards and off the platform into the river system blow.
If they ever caught wind of where the bolt came from it was too late to do anything, Fett was gone, making his hike back to the Concord Spear. The Killer loaded back up, storing his gear and flew back to his Imperial employers to collect his payment... and receive a cleaning job from the Imperial lackeys.
