Just My Luck [Open to Bounty Hunters]

[Isar]

A brief welling of power in the Force was the only warning Aleksandr received as energy erupted from the Jedi Master, ripping the door off its hinges and sending it blurring by Idruin to smash into the opposite wall. Wood splinters sprayed across the youth and he raised an arm to shield his face. Slivers dug into his flesh, causing a dozen brief pricks of stinging pain.

The young Shaper grimaced and stepped backward to steady himself with his right foot. Blinded by the hail of splinters, he lowered his arm in time to see a floating torrent of water come roaring down upon him. He loosed a startled shout just before the wave picked him up and slammed him into the rear wall. He sank down to the floor, back a mess of growing bruises. The water around him began to subside, dispersing around the room. He grit his teeth and got back on his feet, sloshing in the ankle-deep pool. He raised his saber and pushed the activation switch.

Fzzt.

Golden eyes widened in panic. The water must have shorted out the lightsaber! The Shaper stumbled backward, before his face suddenly contorted in fury. No, he would not show weakness. He would be strong. He would not cower in fear before this Jedi. Images of Metalorn came flooding back, when Matsu Ike had destroyed the prison holding hundreds of Sith POWs, including his tribe. His father had been there, his brothers, cousins, uncles. All dead now, because of Jedi.

He took that fury and converted it into energy. Flames gathered around his right hand. Stepping forward, he launched a punch at the Jedi. A fireball leapt from his fist and seared through the air towards the Nautolan.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Commander Sharky]

Sharky looked at the creature not bothering what species he is he just sat there and wait for the jedi to come out so he can help along..he itches towards the side of the door and takes out an audio senser to eavesdrop better..

 

[Lord Gaius]

@[member="Aleksandr Idruin"]

The Holonet was raving with news. It didn't take long for both security forces and firefighters to begin falling upon the skyscraper, location of a recent sniper attack and sudden firealarm. Anchormen and women of various channels and species told of a 'rogue Jedi' currently terrorising Hapes. Heck, due to modern technology they could access and pinpoint the location the firealarm was hit, the exact floor. That which Hasjo was on. Hapes was known as an anti-Jedi planet, but that didn't mean they liked the Sith any more than the Jedi. Security landspeeders enclosed around the building as firefighters helped people out the door. Holovids recorded through a window the scene what was occurring on floor One-Six-Four.

Hasjo completed his attack, the pond depleted of water. It now looked more like a small pool or bathing basin. The Sith-Hunter was without remorse. He didn't wait for his opponent to gain his footing before he utilised the San-Ni Staff. A difficult weapon to use effectively, yet popular among its few users for its discreet nature. The staff, when deactivated resembled a baton fifty centimeters in length. Hasjo grabbed each half of the baton, twisting, then pulling them apart. A ten centimeter long stun prod then sprang from each end of the staff, and two high-voltage power couplings would crackle to life in between the three pieces. Activated, the San-Ni tripled in length to one-hundred and fifty centimeters. The electrical discharge was powerful enough to shear off limbs, cook flesh, and even a near miss would give severe burns to an enemy, the wielder however seemed to be shielded from this, through the use of miniature heat sinks. Rather than launch himself at his foe, he tossed the activated weapon into the pool of ankle-deep water around his enemies feet. Effectively it would electrify the water.

He hadn't noticed the flame racing towards him. He raised his now-empty hands over his face, shielding him from the blunt of the attack. The thick, heavy durasteel plates taking most of the blast. The metal blackened with soot but was otherwise relatively undamaged. Hasjo was forced to take two steps back at the sudden pressure. Whether or not his enemy had been electrified, he had yet to know. His arms were still raised, blocking his vision. He gently lowered his arms and clenched his fists, "Let's fight like men." His voice was synthesised, lifeless and lacking of emotion. If his opponent was still standing after that, he had offered him the chance to brawl. To prove who was the better.

 

[Commander Sharky]

Sharky would crouch and barrel roll to a nearby defense post which would be tipped off tables and such,he silently stalks the pyromatic monster he proceeds to do a slow time of reloading for 50 minutes, for the rest of the minutes he was crafting one more adamantium bullet to neutralize his target again..but he would wait if the target was hostile once more..

 

[Uriel Arvanis]

Uriel had been walking towards the elevator when he heard the question. Was the Jedi going to be okay? Not in a million lightyears. Certainly not if the Lone Wolf succeeded in acquiring his bounty. Still, he had to keep up appearances. Without turning around to face the soldier, he replied. "Absolutely. Any laserbrain that tries to hurt him answers to me - and it'll be a world of pain for them."

Again, most of his response was the truth. Uriel was not the forgiving type for folks ruining his chances at that many credits. His thoughts were interrupted by a number. At once, Uriel began to pay close attention to the HoloNet playing, courtesy of his helmet's HUD modifications. He finally had a number. One hundred sixty four. Just as he was committing that to memory, he felt a hard shove from behind and suddenly found himself hurtling towards the elevator. Slamming into the wall with a dull thud, Uriel snapped his head around after a few moments of pain, and noticed the soldier had done the courtesy of jetpack-shoving him in. "Sith's blood! What the kark was that for?!"

His response was met with a jetpack suddenly being shoved in his face, and the trooper speaking. "Not to sound bossy but please bring it back when you can, i'll go alone, thanks for the help i guess."

Did... did he just give him his kriffing jetpack? That was just too much for him. He shakily got up, giving a slight nod as the soldier disappeared to wherever the frak he went, and planted his finger on a button beneath the number "164". As the doors closed, with Uriel Arvanis being left alone in the elevator, he couldn't contain it any longer.

He simply burst out laughing.

"What in the seven-sev-se..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. His back slammed against the wall, his body sliding down onto the floor, as he continued his hysterical laughter. Force, he would have to remember this occasion, in case he ever needed to tell some hilarious cantina tales. That was a keeper, for sure.

After a few more minutes, he eventually shook his head and cleared himself from the amusement that just occurred. He had to focus on his bounty, krag it. Another ping, and the doors slid open to floor one hundred sixty four. The sounds of combat were immediately evident to the bounty hunter. Apart from the sirens and that, the floor was for the most part... quiet. His left hand reached for one of the two WESTAR-35 pistols holstered at his belt, flicking it out and twirling it in his hand briefly. Enough theatrics, he had work to do.

The Lone Wolf slowly crept to the theatre of battle, senses primed for whatever may await him.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"] | [member="Commander Sharky"] | [member="Aleksandr Idruin"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Dred Malachore"] | [member="Skrik Piper"]

 

[The Upright Man]

She had her target;
Name: Hasjo Hallu.
Position: Jedi Master
Affilitation: Silver Jedi
Age: 41
She did her research. She was no amateur Bounty Hunter from the Outer-Rim. From what she gathered, the Jedi was hyper-lethal. She scoured through Jedi Archives, of which she had sliced her way into remotely. "Exotic Weapons Master," she murmured to herself quietly, "Interesting." She didn't know much about the title herself until she dug deeper. She extracted exerpts from the encylopedia of all Jedi knowledge.

Exotic Weapon Master was a title given to those Jedi Masters who pursued the study of physical combat with the Force, especially of exotic weapons (or unusual styles) under the distinct schooling division known as the Jedi Guardian. They were some of the greatest fighters of the Jedi Order, they had existed for many centuries though were few in number.​

It was a critical part of her job, if not the most important, to research her target. Intelligence would only give her so much, the rest was all up to her if she would fling herself into the fray or to research her target and go about this another way. She knew plentifulls of Bounty Hunter's that would fling themselves into a fight without truly understanding their opponent, and those Bounty Hunter's rarely came out alive. Lily was mildly impressed by the military record of this particular target. For a Jedi, he had spent a great deal of his lifetime leading troops. At the age of fourty-one, that made his service record a standing twenty-three years. The information that poured over her visuals began to evaporate before her cold stare. Her helmet that had a direct sliced feed into the Jedi Archives cut the connection. The visor deploarised. She sat in the street on a chair by a public transportation pickup zone. A rather large rectangular briefcase sat on her knees. She wore full body armour. A bodysuit comprised of armourweave and a basic chestplate and helmet.

Everything happened quickly. She was watching Hasjo when a chunk of permacrete exploded from a silenced impact. Citizens began to scream in fear, running for safety. She jumped to her feet but cursed her misfortune. She was short, but so was the reputable Jedi Master. She couldn't see over the countless heads of the crowd, and even if she could she doubted she would spot the likewise short Nautolan. She rushed through the civilians with her left hand grasping her briefcase and right hand shoving people aside. She saw a trio of Bounty Hunters enter an apartment complex, of which the building was almost as tall as the clouds. They were armed and geared, and she knew exactly who they were after. A bounty that high didn't go unnoticed. Every hired-goon and thug within a one-thousand lightyear radius would be after Hasjo. It wasn't long before a flood of civilians prevented her from being able to get into the building, that and the Security Forces and Firefighters that were soon approaching on scene. She abandoned her post, fleeing for an opposing skyscraper. A stock exchange.

Entering the building she was asked by building security to remove her helmet and walk through a weapon detecter. Not that she would find anything. The briefcase was designed to prevent scanners from detecting the form and shape of her AMR-1 Anti-Materiel Rifle. She unclasped her helmet and handed it over briefly. Red cropped hair lined her fringe as piercing, cold blue eyes watched security suspiciously. Her Hi-Sense Enhanced Eye cybernetic implants allowed her to view the world with increased resolution, enhanced color coordination, and ultraviolet, infrared, and no light / low light illumination. In addition to these functions, the implants also provided her with telemetry analysis, such as data on heat dispersion, and visual magnification.

Before she knew it, she was on an elevator heading for floor One-Six-Four. Why? You could thank the Holonet. She had a direct stream into her helmets visuals of the news channels. She saw the battle that was ensuing on a balcony between the Jedi Master and an unknown assailant. The elevator doors opened and she broke the link, vision depolarising so that she may look down the hallway. She calmy strode across the marble floor. Her hand curled around a door knob, testing the entryway. It was locked. She tightened her grip and the metal knob crushed in her palm. Her eyes weren't the only enhancements she had obtained. She pushed open the door and moved towards the window, opposite to the balcony. She fell to a knee, entering the three digits into her briefcase. 259. She slipped the ARM-1 against the windowsill and slapped a clip into the stock. High-velocity, armour piercing. She gazed into the scope, lining up her target.

 

[Commander Sharky]

As uriel came to the battle scene he should've noticed Sharky came there first hiding behind a table for defense, seeing him eavesdrop, but then Sharky decided to take out his sniper rifle once again and aiming his shot to the pyro creature's legs to slow him down..

"That should slow him down, for a while that is, For the Republic sir......For the Republic...."
Sharky took shot watching it hurling towards the pipe system and then hits two of the Sith creature's legs with one lone knee-together shot..

 

[Isar]

The rod dropped into the water, sparks dancing along its length, and abruptly Aleksandr was engulfed in pain. The electrical charge sent him hurtling across the room to slam once more into the wall. He lay in the puddle of water, shuddering as his body was wracked by a voltage that would surely kill him in a matter of seconds, not minutes. He saw a vast blackness filled by spots of white and naught else. A nauseous smell rose and some conscious part of his brain wondered what made that horrible stench, then he realized it was his own burning flesh.

He screamed and with that scream he dredged up the fury within, a resistance against the seemingly inevitable. He would not die. Not like this. Not without vengeance. Power blossomed from him as he drew on primal emotions to fuel instinctive pyrokinesis. Flames erupted all along his figure and blasted out in a bubble of fire. Water turned to steam and the fire charred the floor around him and the wall behind.

The electrocution no longer conducted by vaporized water, stopped.

Idruin tried to get to his feet, muscles shaking and tendrils of steam and smoke curling off his figure. Sections of his tunic were burnt away revealing the skin beneath. Urine from a malfunctioning system soaked his pants and that foul odor mixed with the stench of cooked flesh. Yet still he rose, shaking with pain.

The Jedi spoke to him and for the first time Aleksandr saw the face of that which he hunted.

"You're no man!" he rasped in a tortured voice. A killer. A machined killer. That's who he faced.

He struck out again, another punching motion that loosed a ball of flame at the Jedi's face. He followed that with a sluggish sweep of his hand that created a thin line of yellow-orange fire which roared toward his opponent's midsection.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]


Meanwhile, [member="Commander Sharky"] if he was anywhere inside the apartment would have also been standing in the same pool of water that covered nearly the entirety of the apartment, which meant that when Hasjo dropped the electric rod into the water he too would be electrocuted. And when someone is being electrocuted they tend to be doing something other than attempting to aim a sniper rifle in a close quarters combat situation. So, Sharky missed Aleksandr's legs completely.

Idruin failed to notice the pot shot as a post-electrocution state of mind isn't conducive to deductive reasoning and additionally because he was too engrossed in his rage.

 

[Commander Sharky]

(( Alex i have to say your character is just amazing no kidding, its because of the originality of the character ))
Sharky didnt mind missing his target but putting him down with help is more helpful to him than shooting with an old sniper rifle, he didnt have much supplies to rebuild his own rifle, after that he realized why he was wet all the time when coming in the apartment because he was in a pool of water this whole time, he was just so focussed on his target he locked out the other environmental issues and stepped out of the pool of water and approached the now weakened pyromancer..
"Sir, thank you for the help of putting him down is there anything you plan to do with this thing before i cuff him?"

 

[Skrik Piper]

The secretary had not been thrilled when the pale-faced, fiery-maned fighter just carved herself into the PR management offices. The half-Rattataki was obviously not invited. So she left as soon as she came, though through the door this time. That is why the corner office is overrated.

The holonet feeds being broadcast in the lobby were already picking up on the shooting and even provided the floor number where the battle had resumed. How sweet of them! Piper blew a kiss at the cute anchorman on the holo.

Skrik was not a fan of turbolifts. She was a bit of a claustrophobic woman and elevators did not agree with her. So when all the commotion began to develop, she took that as a sign to listen to her phobias and get out of the lift about 10 floors below the scene of the action. It was a good thing, too, because they were beginning to shut down the turbolifts to make it easier for the police to prevent the troublemakers from exiting the tower.

It seemed like everyone had jumped into this thing without thinking--except for this one guy. Skrik decided to name him the Lauging Mando. She loved giving people names!

Folding her arms over her chest, the Forcebreaker clutched a vibroblade in each hand and waited for one of the losers to get disintegrated by the Jedi they had obviously underestimated. So sad. Leaning against the wall just outside the staircase, the Jedi assassin nodded at the Laughing Mando and winked.

[member="Uriel Arvanis"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Stairs and more stairs, that was what Adenn had to get through, thirty floors for a normal man would've been a breeze, but for the bounty hunter, his already tired state and asthma, it was hell. With Dred not responding to any of the mans attempts to contact him, so Adenn presumed he had abandoned the bounty, leaving the tired man to finish this on his own "Well, I guess I shouldn't think of this as any other bounty... Just one with multiple other hunters." He shook his head while climbing up the final set of stairs, to floor 164 where he'd heard the most signs of life -or battle- which meant the bounty was near. He quickly located the room, missing a door with water pooling out of it, quickly deciding to remove the scopes off his weapons, leaving only the iron sights "Manda, I swear this is stupid." he said before entering the room.

It wasn't pretty, water everywhere, the walls and the ground were damaged, along with the Jedi battling someone with his hands on fire, which meant trouble, and before he ventured further he spotted what looked like a trooper, right now it really didn't matter. He hand quickly reached for his DMR -which he should have pulled out earlier- before he lined up the sights so the weapon was pointing at [member="Commander Sharky"], he then started pulling the trigger.

'Manda. This is crazy.'

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
[member="Uriel Arvanis"]
[member="Commander Sharky"]
[member="Aleksandr Idruin"]

 

[Commander Sharky]

Sharky dodged the one shot took out his D50 and shot him through the knee cap he then hides behind a table..

"Why the Frak are you attacking me for huh?"

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Aleksandr Idruin"] | [member="Commander Sharky"]
[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Skrik Piper"]
[member="Luminous"] | [member="Uriel Arvanis"]​

"You're no man!" Aleksandr rasped in a tortured voice. Hasjo watched him warily, unclenching his fists into open palms as he prepared himself against the man. Aleksandr had suffered greatly at the hands of Hasjo, but Hasjo felt no remorse for this being. The man came at him hard and fast, fuelled by a dark rage. He managed to brush aside the initial attack with the back of his wrist before being caught off-guard by the swipe to his midsection. He staggered back, outer-plating of durasteel burnt brightly with heat. The durasteel itself was thick, but concentrated attacks from the fire would start to penetrate the armour. Hasjo couldn't allow that. He was a philosophical warrior, but that didn't mean he believed in an honour system with Sith. As a Sith-Hunter, he knew honourable duels were out of the equation a majority of the time. Not to mention, his greatest belief was that of never letting your guard down. He feigned a weak left handed jab to Aleksandr's ribcage with his right hand remained open. Force energy curled around the San-Ni Staff that had been abandoned in the water, it's power couplings still activated. As his left hand was about to connect, his right hand pulled back. The electrical baton launched through the air, racing towards the back of Aleksandr in an attempt to shear his flesh.

 

[The Upright Man]

The fight broke out viciously as the two Force Users collided in an epic duel. Her eye turned it's gaze when she noticed something glint in the room. Her eyes switched to infrared, noticing the other heat signature, and another. Her eyes flickered back to it's enhanced resolution, she peered down the scope and saw a familiar Mandalorian. She engaged what appeared to be a Republic trooper. She lined up her scope to [member="Commander Sharky"]'s midsection and pulled the trigger. The AMR-1 Anti-Materiel Rifle fired a high-velocity, armour piercing calibre that could pierce a tank at two-thousand yards. The sniper rifle resounded with the crack of lightning and the boom of thunder. It was impressively powerful and loud. They wouldn't have known where she was either, sitting in a window on an opposing skyscraper, lest of course they had the same enhancements she had. She had to eliminate the other Bounty Hunters before she claimed her own kill, and it seemed the Jedi was capable of handling the assumed Sith. Nor would she open fire on the other Mando'a, but that didn't mean she would interfere from him taking her bounty.

 

[Commander Sharky]

The shot wounded sharky for a while, he pretends to be disoriented and fall down dead..

"NNo!, ugh..."

 

[Uriel Arvanis]

(( Are Dred and Rorwarr still in this? Haven't seen them post in ages. X_X ))

Uriel had crept all the way over to the epicenter of the battle: an apartment on floor one hundred sixty four. Casually, he leaned against the wall right outside the door. No way in the seven Corellian Hells was he going to take on the Jedi right now. That was just suicide - not to mention he had no idea who else was in there, and if they had a shoot-first policy on their employee applications. He chuckled a bit at his own mental joke, trying to envision that in a legitimate job application.

It was then that the Lone Wolf noticed out of the corner of his eye that he had company... again. He turned his head around to face the new arrival, glancing her over from behind the visor. She'd simply nodded and winked at him, and hadn't said anything. Uriel got the distinct impression he was missing out on a hilarious joke - with him being the punchline. He suspected that she was looking for the Jedi as well, because what sort of laser-brained reason would make someone want to come back here? 'I forgot to get my pet'? Possible, but he doubted it.

"So..." Uriel began, taking a quick glance at the doorway to see if anyone had gotten vaporized yet before returning his gaze to the presumed hunter. "You also incredulous of how stupid these guys are, or are you going to follow suit and jump in there?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw another armoured hunter streak by, remove his scopes, and enter the room muttering "Manda, I swear this is stupid."

Yes. Yes, it is. So is blindly rushing into that meat grinder of a room. Uriel thought to himself, before once again turning back to his companion. "Well, I honestly didn't expect the latter answer that quickly, but I guess some people are just eager to satiate my curiosity."

He rolled his eyes beneath his helmet, before sniffing the air. "Huh... smells like charred di'kut in the morning." One more thing Uriel had retained from his culture? All of the rude words. All of them. "Guess someone must've gotten burned, hard."

Casually, Uriel reached into his pouch and pulled out a thermal detonator. Always nice to get involved in the battle, and stay far enough away, so that nobody butchers you horribly. He thought, before priming the detonator, and casually rolling it into the room. Whatever poor sod there was that was standing near the doorway had better move fast, unless he was entertaining the prospect of being without legs.

(( I'm loving the duel between Aleksandr and Hasjo. You two are amazing at what you do! ))

[member="Hasjo Hallu"] | [member="Skrik Piper"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Aleksandr Idruin"] | [member="Commander Sharky"] | [member="Luminous"]

 

[Commander Sharky]

"Hello my fellow vode.."
Sharky imediately got up suprising them with a multiple detonator throwing attack..

(( Yeah its cool! ))

 

[Skrik Piper]

The Laughing Mando acknowledged her. "I have thinking you me in same brainwaves," she replied, grinning widely. "They have so silly and I am think they are be dead few minutes." The assassin pushed herself off the wall and watched as another Mando breezed by and entered the danger zone. She had never witnessed a crazier pack of naive hunters in her life.

Slinking up beside the Laughing Mando, she admired his no-nonsense approach with the grenade. Everyone but the metal-encased Jedi would likely be dead within a few seconds. She sheathed her two knives and offered her hand to her likeminded, patient hunter fellow as she grabbed at her electrostaff. "I have named Enjenka. Can we make deal?" she proposed, cocking her head. "I have been fight with this Jedi before. We help?"

[member="Uriel Arvanis"]

 

[Commander Sharky]

Sharky got up and looked cautiously at everyone wondering what they are talking about and trying to protect the jedi from getting unexpected execution..

 

[Uriel Arvanis]

Uriel waited for a few moments to see if his thermal detonator had made an effect, before replying. "Well, it's frakking good to know that someone here has their head planted square between their shoulders. You'd think this was their first bounty, or something." Uriel removed himself from the wall to shake the assassin's hand. The Lone Wolf, being sociable. Now that was just downright strange. "Uriel Arvanis, the Lone Wolf. Might've heard of me, but I doubt it. Mostly been doing small-time jobs, up until now."

She'd dealt with his bounty before? Well, that was an invaluable boon. Knowing his foe's tactics would be a tremendous advantage. "Sure, yeah. Just to be clear here: He's wanted alive. Every other laserbrain here seems bent on killing him. So, if you're here for revenge and not the money, let me clue you in on something."

Uriel leaned forward, ever so slightly, eyes boring into the pupils of his newfound partner. "Where he's going, I strongly doubt it's going to be comfortable. What do you think is a better course? Just killing him... or condemning him to a lifetime of agony and getting paid for it? This isn't any small-time pay, either. If we split it evenly, that's two hundred twenty five thousand credits each."

He leaned away, the fingers of his right hand closing on the WESTAR-35 blaster pistol on his belt. "Oh yeah, and one more thing. Don't even think of crossing me and sidling off with the bounty. You'll win first prize for 'Worst Choices In Your Galactic Career', if you do, and we don't want that, do we?"

Having made himself clear, Uriel glances back to the doorway, choosing to wait for the full effects of the thermal detonator to take place before he barged in there like a karking idiot.

(( Going for the night, I'll be on tomorrow! ))

[member="Skrik Piper"]