Private No Rest for the Weary

[Saram Kote]

Tag(s): Rissk

Equipment

• Armor:
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Electro Darts (2)
      • Explosive Darts (2)
      • Surveillance Tagger Darts (4)
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
• Explosives:
  • Det-Packs (2)
  • Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)
  • NOVA40 Plasma Grenade (2)

Ilic, New Cov

New Cov had a company base on it. They'd stopped at New Cov to load up on supplies after their behind enemy lines sabotage job for their Jetii client at Mon Calamari. While the base had ammunition, ordnance, fuel and other things they needed, it did not have enough space to house her traat'aliit. The company was putting them up at some hotel in Ilic. Last minute booking, however, meant that they were spread across the hotel. Saram didn't mind, sleeping in a crash seat made even the most basic bed a luxury, and this was not a basic bed. It was a nice room all things said and done; living and dining room with attached balcony, separate bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, stocked minibar and most importantly, privacy shutters for the windows. Saram was not a paranoid person, but if someone was going to try and take a shot at her, she wanted to in the very least inconvenience them.

She knew better than to think that anyone properly equipped and trained for the job would be impeded by the laughably thin privacy shutters. There were so many optics out there these days that could quite easily allow the user to see through such a minimal obstruction and even the cheapest, bargain bin rifle would easily punch right through the shutter and the window. Some of the buildings had emergency shutters in the event the dome was breached and hers was no exception, but that was centrally controlled. She wasn't worried however, they'd been careful enough. Being covert and leaving minimal to no trace was not only expected, but their mission and often their lives depended on it. Something nagged at her, however, like she'd forgotten something. One little detail that they'd forgotten to take into account, for the life of her, however, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Saram took a breath. As nice as it was, the bed wasn't going to support her weight in armor. She took off her sidearm from where it was secured to her thigh plate and placed it on the nightstand. She glanced at the window controls momentarily to figure what button she needed to press to close the privacy shutters before she decided that she'd take one last look out the window. They'd be leaving New Cov soon, and the towering trees in the distance as deadly as both the flore and fauna and the planet were, reminded her why it was good to just enjoy the moment.

 

[Rissk]

Ilic, New Cov
​

Saram Kote had forgotten to scramble her ship's magnetic signature.

More accurately, she'd forgotten to have a tech review whatever signature scrambling she was using for her ride down to New Cov. Whether it was due to damage in her most recent mission, or regular wear-and-tear, or deliberate sabotage, her ship tripped an old Guild sensor.

You are personally called in, they told him. An ambitious young man with no reputation would be perfect for the job, they said, a job that they failed to elaborate on when pressed by Rissk. No employer, no details of why, or how, or even really who. All they gave him was a tracking fob, a location, and the promise of a hefty reward should he be able to bring her in alive.

It had taken half his savings to book passage. A solid chunk to get his weapons checked. A sizable portion to get the proper permits. By the end... he barely had anything but the blaster shotgun on his back, the knife at his side, and a prayer.

The fob directed him towards a hotel. One he scaled easily enough, letting his claws dig into whatever crevices he could find. Once on top, he did his best to triangulate the tracking fob's signal, and descended down the other side of the building, crawling until he reached the right balcony.

Content he'd found the right room, Rissk dropped from the wall, his large, clumsy feet making more noise on the balcony's floor than he meant to. He froze, not even daring to turn his head towards the window, as he waited to see if someone had heard him.

- Saram Kote -

 

[Saram Kote]

Tag(s): Rissk

Equipment

• Armor:
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Electro Darts (2)
      • Explosive Darts (2)
      • Surveillance Tagger Darts (4)
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
• Explosives:
  • Det-Packs (2)
  • Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)
  • NOVA40 Plasma Grenade (2)

Ilic, New Cov

Saram had just placed her disruptor rifle down and was about to take off her helmet when her beskar'gam's sensor suite picked up noise outside her window. Instinct, training and over a decade of experience immediately took over. She pulled her sidearm from where it was placed on the nightstand using her vambrace mounted tractor-pressor beam projector, grabbing the weapon's grip out of the air instinctively as it sailed toward her hand. The weapon linked to her HUD, ammunition and status display and targeting reticle flickering ever familiarly into view.

As if it were an extension of her arm, Saram brought her sidearm level with the outlined humanoid figure that her armor's life form sensor had picked up outside the window. She casually put a round through the window, the weapon bucking in her hand but making almost no sound, right next to her would be assailant. "The next one's for you," she said, tone even, though perhaps a touch icy. "Step out and maybe I won't just shoot you." In her younger days, she'd have easily put the first round into her would-be assailant, but it wasn't age that had tempered her response, it was the need for information.

Who the haran had put out a hit on her? Was this personal or was this in retaliation for something she'd done for the company? Even so, who the haran would hire some poor di'kut who clearly didn't know what he was up against. She had an inkling of who could be di'kutla enough, but the problem was that it was a staggering number of people.

 

[Rissk]

Wishful thinking caused Rissk to believe for a moment that he'd gone undetected. He relaxed for a moment, a puff of air escaping his chest. Now he just had to-

Glass shattered. Rissk jumped, pressing himself behind the nearest cover- the wall beneath the window. Fear crept up in the back of his mind, despite him trying to swallow it. He didn't have the money to fail. He quite literally couldn't afford it.

"Back atcha!" Rissk gripped his blaster shotgun tightly. His voice, youthful despite it's scratchiness, shook a little. He bit his tongue in response, trying to even his voice. "I gotta job to do, and I'm gonna do it. Ssso... hands up."

Always give the target a chance to surrender. That's what the manuals say, at least.

- Saram Kote -