My bloody dollar

[Gillian Katar]

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The hum of the small cruiser barely made a sound as it slid into the distressed freighters landing pad. Gillian flashed the warrant over her vision once more with a delicate touch to the side of her visor, reaffirming his face and details of the arrest and bounty. Some psycho with a taste for blood and some sort of bias against the freight lines was slowing production and slaughtering workers in droves. Just a few of the scattered images of his documented victims made the lithe woman scowl.
What a waste of life, what a waste of perfectly good resources.

His face flashed over her vision, making her scowl back at his own expression... NastassTech wanted his capture to be alive. Some kind of warped mixture of pity and the need to see him brought to the trade conglomerates own sense of Justice. It was a sizable payout to, he must have pissed off the right people. But Gillian didn't really care what happened to the beast once they were out of her control. Right now the big part was getting such a big lug UNDER her control, she was equipped with enough lethal and tranquilizing ammunition between her and her small regiment to take down a small faction of crazed Wookies.​

The Technician felt she might need every shot for a nut case of this size and magnitude.

The hiss of the decompression from her ship was heard as she stood and walked back, knocking her hand against the angled head of the battle droid anchored by the port side door. "Come on. I want this fast and clean." She told the droids as they followed with a crisp and mechanical reply. Their mechanical limbs tucked in, rolling along the hard ground into formation and running every protocol within their programming for the situation at hand.

Such a desolate place, mostly desert now with a few outcroppings. They were trading posts, pit stops for freighter lines and fuel depots. Still, a wide toothy grin rose over her narrow face, she wasn't a soldier who followed direct orders given to her. In this moment Gillian didn't care about the money, she could smell the blood in the air, hear the stillness that only slaughter could bring and she smiled.

The hunt had begun,
and it was gonna be good.

She moved through the desolated structure, her pistol in hand held flat to her thigh with soundless footsteps, her visor scanning buildings, and upcoming streets. Many forms -mostly human, still living resided under her feet, hidden in homes, but their body mass was too small to fit the beast she hunted now. Perhaps, he had felt her approach by now, his personal file within the warrant for his arrest. He was some kind of fighter in the slave pits. She was warned he might be mentally unstable but the slaughter she was following showed more than instability. Some of these innocent people were completely torn apart.

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[Bascillus]

[member="Gillian Katar"]​

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The entirety of his being was encroached within the insanity and hatred brewing within an infinite expanse of desolation-His mind distorted at every facet to the point that his taint was absolute. The dark energies resonated unbridled, their essence emanating from his very being as he projected the taint without shame of its existence. With that said, his awareness therein expanded toward the exterior as well as he sought to perceive that which was intangible and imperceptible.

The Devaronian's lids were tightly shut, lines drawn from the point of their full retraction forming visible wrinkles from the intensity of his face's contortion. His dark black lips, thin and cracked from lack of moisture as they were nearly mutilated and bleeding cringed into that of spite and contempt-drawing apart as sharp canines were bared in a gritting manner against each opposing set. Within the grasp of his own affinity with the force, the emanations of energies projected by the Bounty Hunter would become tangible within his own perception. Against what would be better judgement, preparation would begin.

Ashy red lids released his optics from captivity, the visual barrier uplifted as vibrantly diseased yellow eyes were uncaged--the entirety of his hatred described embodied within the very essence of his piercing optics. An audible growl was emitted from his gullet, snarling as his state of meditation was entirely disbanded.

What had been a levitating form, suspended through his contemplation and attempt to hone his affinity within the force, stood from sturdy limbs that instinctively ventured toward the ground to disrupt his descent. Each of his extremities elongated, stretching them as he released pressure that became audibly apparent with the crackling of bones and joints. A deep sigh was projected from fully bared canines, slightly parted as lips peeled back to reveal the entirety of its interior structure.

Having nothing and no one, a simple one-room accommodation that would soon expire in its welcoming to him, he had very little to gather in his departure. The single saber he brandished remained at his side, suspended from the utility belt that was absent anything else functionally relevant to be on it, other than the kit which held his special supplies within. Knives and different contraptions intended to be the most brutal of means to break his opponent's will. His sadistic nature would be truly unraveled then, though such traits would be apparent in the very aura which was his demeanor.

A minimal stream of time would be recorded into existence before his form was swept within the expanse of bodies that swam through the streets of the planet they were on. It was an infinite number, though such was irrelevant in the wake of the force. Nevertheless, concentration and focus was demanded, as he surrendered himself and withdrew into the force once again. At this point, his rate of movement was in sync to the crowd, and his form was concealed completely within a dark brown robe which had a hood slung over his head completely. He would be peering into the ground before him, so his face would not be apparent. With that done, he would seek her out through the force...His anger was infinite but his power was not, nevertheless--he yearned for blood and he could feel the force within her.​

 

[Gillian Katar]

.[member="Silus The Psycho"]

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The Mercenary didn't need to speak to direct the droids to their new formations. It was a wireless uploaded order that washed over the mind of the droids as though an auditory order was given beside them.They moved like a hive mind, spreading and blending into the sparse population, into alleys and alternate streets. Gillian clenched her jaw as she began her steps shifting through the tides of a densely populated street. The cyborg hated doing things near a populace of any kind. Bodies meant it could get messy fast, she didn't need more liabilities and she didn't like having to watch out for others who were just in the way at a time like this. Especially not with a bounty she was warned could be irrationally violent and prone to Carnage. No, right now they muddled her readings and got in the way. Unfortunately with her current point in mind Gillian couldn't give a Woop rats ass about the force. It was a tool she had in her arsenal the same as her batons, or her gun or the knife in her boot. Perhaps if she might have known how to use it then the finding of the murderous behemoth would be that much easier.​

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No, he would probably find her just as easily as she would find him. In a place like this, caked in a fine layer of talcum powder and poverty Gillian stood out from the crowd as someone from money, a lot of money and knew how to use it. Her hair, her visor were enough of a give away that she was from off world. Many of the citizens could see that as well as anyone else, they parted for her as she walked through the streets, intimidated by her presence as she scanned the area's around her. Bodies falling over her heat vision like a sea of red and yellow. Aside from being a proper nuisance the populace would be nothing but canon fodder if they didn't move.

Before finally....finally

A hulking form, just through the building on the other side. The unique shape of the horns that jutted from a large heated scalp were as much of a giveaway as she could. The hunter couldn't see the cloak over the horns, she couldn't see his face twisted into it's gnarled form. Only the silhouette, red and yellow and white from her heat vision, charged and moving slowly through the crowd.​

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found you~

<<:Visual confirmation, market district. Fall into position protocol B7-345.>>

<<01010010 01101111 01100111 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110010 01101111 01100111 01100101 01110010>>​

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Gillian smirked, the binary translating as easily as any language to her as one of confirmation to her orders. They fell into position as she clicked the safety from her rifle, loaded with the first round of shock ammunition that could stop most things in it's tracks -Most things. But the smaller woman didn't raise the weapon, not yet. She turned the corner, staring the cloak covered mass with the narrow stream of blue light from her visor narrowing. "Silus Aran! You pissed off the right people." There was an arrogance in her words, it matched the thin wide smirk pulled over her lips. "I'll give you a choice, You can come quietly and easily or we can do this the hard way. Either way." Her droids were no longer with her. She appeared to be a single small force in comparison.Her face said all that she needed to.​

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Pick the hard way big fella. I dare you.​

 

[Bascillus]

There was no doubt that within the scope of his affinity, that her existence wouldn't go unnoticed. The extent of his affinity would be reduced from the sheer girth of the crowds though that was of little consequence in the end. The indigenous were something that attracted the deviant entity, as such provided prey as well as distraction. The myriad of options in escape were presented immediately, although the variable of the droids had not yet been revealed to the devaronian dark sider. As she called out to him, the cloaked form spun quickly, brandishing his saber immediately.​

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Upon it's activation, the saber's energy drew into life with a bright illumination and an audible hum that was hidden within the veil of sounds and pandemonium occurring as a result of the unraveling situation. The crowds immediate response was to jump back, scream and cause wide-spread panic all at once. The red saber drew around and sliced through those who weren't fast enough to retract their form from the devaronian. Two were caught, their stomachs parted and gaping as the smell of burnt flesh lingered within the air and scorched entrails were released from the interior of their forms to spill onto the ground alongside their bodies.​

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His creation of chaos was a formidable one, and the deviant expression crept upon his face to show his satisfaction to it. Dark cracked lips curled into a smiley, the toothy grin presenting the sharp, stained canines as they parted ever-so-lightly to let out an ominous roar to compliment macabre yellow eyes. By this point, those optics would be piercing that of his pursuer. ​

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Silus Aran measured the woman, her clout unknown to him, though to a degree he could listen to the currents of the force. The chances of her taking on the endeavor entirely alone was slim, or at least to the devaronian it was. By this time the crowds would be rushing from Silus Aran, and undoubtedly no longer concerned with the woman as the mass fear poised the crowd to stampede from the sith and as a result in the woman's direction. With the distraction, he made toward her. His form moved quick, augmented at the lowest degree by the force as he prepared to slice into her. By-passers that got in his way would be reduced to inanimate corpses, his saber slicing through them like melting butter, as he made his way to the bounty hunter.​

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In the back of his mind, he knew confronting her at this moment would carry two consequences: her death or his. He theorized that there was more than meets the eye on this one, but the burden of his desire to kill out-weighed any logic that would allow him the wisdom to retreat until a better understanding of the situation had been acquired. As the last few remained in his way, his hand pushed forward--projecting a blast within the force that emanated from his open-palmed hand to send live bodies in her direction. If she was a jedi, such would provide diversions to the moment of her demise.​

 

[Gillian Katar]

His answer took all of four seconds.

Four seconds, It took four second before panic hit the streets like a shock wave, a light saber was brandished and she felt a groan coil in the back of her throat. Who is the idiot who keeps training these psychopaths on how to use these? Gillian took a step back, planting her feet as the crowd surged past her, scattering like ants and mice -troublesome. When they said he was prone to wild and vicious acts of violence they weren't joking, and they didn't say anything about this devil having a saber -that was either unknown information or they forgot to put it in his file, either way she was going to have words with the hunters guild. He sliced through civilians like they were wayward vines slowing him down. Gillian hadn't seen such a vicious uncapped anger since...

since herself.

While a shark toothed grin spread over his cracked lips, the smug expression had faded from her own and melted into a scowl. Innocent blood being spilled for sport was never something she particularly cared about, it was a shame and someone died but she never really carried that moral compass people raved about. They died -maybe it's because they won't stop screaming and flailing around like a fish. No Gillian scowled at the carnage being done for her sake. Gillian didn't like being responsible for some bounty killing in the streets on this moon base. These were workers, miners and freighters. They were cogs they needed to be replaced and that meant more work for her in the long run.

Still her body swayed as the crowds pushed past her, like a rock in a river they didn't move her. It was when his beastly gaze met the cold light of her visor did she finally move.Kicking from the ground she fired -bullets aimed for his ribs, his heart, his head. Evasion was her key, and her life was worth MILLIONS of these workers salaries. Her smaller body ducked, bending and weaving up to an awning looking down over him . She pulled one of her batons from the pouch on her back. The weapon came to life in her hand, emitting a soft faint hum as it seemed to remain perfectly still against her.

"Alright! Hard way! Keeping up with this hissy fit isn't going to change anything! Just more collateral damage!" Her words were almost mocking him. Gillian didn't look to the bodies that now lay scattered and crumpled along the streets. If it wasn't clear yet, she was certainly no Jedi. she frowned to him and fired another spray of shots, the bullet cracking as the aimed to dig into scarlet flesh.​

[member="Silus The Psycho"]

 

[Bascillus]

The assumption which Silus had concocted within his mind during the time he had approached her was that she was a force-user like himself, and as such she would be equipped with the very same close-ranged tools which he brandished currently. That, of course, was false and as the projectile weapon was seen being lifted and aimed towards the sith; he hissed in disappointment as he sunk into the thick of the running crowds. His aspirations as a killer would normally result in this being his first method of approach however such logical and rational actions had give way to the blood lust and hatred imbued within the devaronian from his meditation in the dark side as well as his time as a gladiator.​

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The crowds were frantic, and loud, leaving his ability to hide within the sea of them pretty easily. That being said, the bolts of energy hurdling towards him would find other targets, with one that was honed to his form being batted away with the saber he brandished. Since it, too, was intercepted, the ricochet deflected it into another by stander. Truth be told, the death which accumulated in this event had become equal results of both their presence even if the other hadn't intended it to be so. ​

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With the bounty hunter having ascended, obviously utilizing the force to summon the physical prowess to ascend to such an elevation that's capacity was inhuman. With the other bolts being fired off, he would be able to maneuver and forcibly locate helpless victims to form meat shields to catch the bolt. As he neared her position, now within a small street that separated two gargantuan buildings, he moved to relieve himself of the crowd now. That being said, momentum was transferred into a forward movement that initially did not involve the progression of steps.​

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Retracting his form with bending extremities, he would use both the forward momentum as well as the supplementary nature of the force to send himself hurdling forward with an accelerated ascension into the air. His form, albeit large, moved quickly through the air as he projected himself to one of the buildings. He would send both his arms and legs forward, his lower limbs angling the base of his boots to smash into the wall, whereas his hands and digits attempted to wrap around anything he was able to grab. In doing so, gripping a ledge of a window, he would then push off that as well. He had to be a moving target, and by this point, she'd be forced to move in order to keep eyes on him.​

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His form, having pushed off the original building, would catapult to the next. Upon leaving the initial wall, he would have twisted his form in the process of departure therein allowing his form to rotate in order to grip the other wall. As this was done, his thoughts were fueled by the desire to kill but also to survive. He did not endure the hardships of his existence so that it would be cut short by some random bounty hunter. The thought that such would be attempted angered him to a greater degree, though he was pleased that his opponent wasn't part of the hypocrites that were the Jedi Order. ​

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He landed onto the next building, which happened to the very same one which the female had taken refuge upon to avoid a close-ranged situation. Nevertheless, unless she changed positions, they would be on adjacent facets of the building. That being said, his approach would be made. Upon the wall there were ledges, awnings and various other forms of platforms from which he could traverse upon. He would nimbly hop from one to the next--such feats had become natural from his time in Devaron. The planet had mountainous regions strewn about, as well as urban regions thick with buildings. Both of these had been utilized in his training and that would be played out here.​

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He would soon be upon her, saber brandished, wherever she ended up being. He hoped to take her by surprise, eliminated the blaster play so that they could see who was the best duelist. Again, he had no knowledge of the squadron of droids that were stationed within the vicinity. For him it was just the two of them, and as he performed a downward slash that was augmented by both his rage and his inherent potency in physical prowess.​

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"Ha-ha!" A loud, ominous cackle resounded from parted lips as he poised to strike, and as he did so, he'd let out another ferocious roar. One could tell he wasn't much for talking, especially when in the midst of battle when he reverted to a more animistic beast that he was known to be within the gladiatorial rings that he had become a man within.​

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[Gillian Katar]

Gillian jumped from the awning to the sandstone building to her back. The bounties heat signature was locked in place, he would have to travel further than that if he was expecting to get out of her visors gaze. She could only follow the fluid barbaric movements of the rogue bear as it tore through the civilians and surged up to the rooftops with only a snarled grin to couple his carnage. Eventually she too ran forward, jumping off the rooftop with a powerful bound, this was not aided by her force but by the small jet propulsion in her shoes. The force was still a reckless and chaotic choice for her to use, though her unique stasis might come in handy for this man's apprehension.

No, she had a plan that the beast was slowly working inwards. Taunted by her calloused threats, she no more ran than she did simply get him out of the crowds he used as shield and projectiles. People who maybe live a sad and harsh existence but one that was still important to her founder, to the Trade conglomerate. She just hoped reason wouldn't effect him enough to make him just run. Her droids fell into position like the placement of a good snare, Gillian herself was the bait that would draw the beast. Quickly as she noticed him begin to launch towards her did she sheath her pistol quickly and pull the two baton's from her back, snapping them together to form a long staff. No, the woman didn't have a saber. But the device was crafted from a metal that would be impervious to the harsh raw cutting ability of the saber. It began to hum with a delicate sound just as he descended upon her with a shark toothed smile.

He would be met with her own smile, the blood lust would be his downfall. Snapping the staff up she caught his blade, the sharp grinding sound of saber touching mechanics he would never have seen before before the lithe woman twisted the staff away, swinging it by his head. The air millimeters by the staff crackled and charged, the very particles shaken by the device. The staff had no blade, no kind of electricity that could cause burns and she gripped it easily.

<<:Operations: Standby for ambush.On my signal. :>>

It was time she prove that she wasn't just good with guns. The staff spun around her form, twirling before snapping out, parrying the thrusts of the saber. "Seriously, who taught a some slave how to use a saber. It's sad how easily people can get these now a days." she spat out over the sound of their weapons clashing.​

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