One Target. Two Guns. (Alatar Istari)

[Salaza]

The one istake to make with Hutts: never doublecross them. But not everyone knows it, but those that do will either abide by it or challenge it. That was the mistake Freego Voll, a rodian smuggler, had made when he got on the wrong side of Sempra the Hutt. As a smuggler it meant Freego was supposed to maintain shipments and packages along with other important resources to Sempra in exchangce for a fair pay. Apparently Freego didn't find it fair enough when he traded the goods to someone else, a rival crime lord. Of course this sort of thing was swept under the rug and Freego thought he was in the clear, but what he didn't know was how easily someone like Sempra could pull the rug up. ​

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Angered Sempra knew it was time for the rodian to pay with everything he had. That was why he'd sent Dillon Trask, his main assassin/muscle to deal with it. And thanks to the Hutt's resources Trask was able to find Freego trying to live it up large on Courascant. Big mistake. ​

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It was night and Dillon, armed with his sniper rifle and plenty of ammunition, had found the perfect spot to take his shot at the rodian bastard. He was secured on a roof opposite where the rodian current was, a large enough window to see right into his little appartment. He wasn't alone. Apparently he wanted to celebrate hard, and that meant having a nice little pleasure bot handy with him. Dillon huffed a laugh at the sight, thinking how sad it was. As he set up his shot, his cybernetic eyepatch zooming in and out before gianing proper focus, Trask whistled to himself as if this were just a cusual thing to him; which in truth it was.​

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[member="Alatar Istari"]​

 

[Alatar Istari]

The Ghost Soldier snuck down the corridor to the door that her target was behind, her respirator and feet making almost no noise. Alatar had been contacted by an anonymous contractor who would pay a hefty price for the death of the Rodian known as Freego Voll. She smiled cruelly and readied her pistol, then punched the door opener.

The Rodian looked up surprised at the last thing he'd ever see as Alatar shot him twice in the head. Quickly blasting the bot to bits as well, the Ghost Soldier ran back out into the hallway and up the stairs, onto the roof.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

The minute he was in view Trask took the shot, right into the rodain's back. However when he did he realized his bullet wound wasn't the only one that hit. His head had explosed open in the back with everything spilling out. Someone else had taken a shot at him. Lookling through the scope Dillon saw a figure alreayd running out of the hall. He questioned this to himself alloawed before realizng they would be making for the roof. Quickly he switched from a regular rifle to a grallping one, which he fired to the other roof building. A good zipline over before he was on the other roof andit seemed just in time. Once this Ghost Solider would reach the top he'd be waiting with a pistol pointed at her.​

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"Hey! That one was mine." he both threatened and indicated while keeping the gun focused on her. His red cyber eye zoomed on her covered face as he asked "Mind teling me what you think you're doing trying to take my claim?"​

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[member="Alatar Istari"]​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Brown eyes narrowed in annoyance as the Ghost Soldier saw the man with the eye patch yell at her.

"Your kill?" Alatar stated in a less than happy tone, "I think your mistaken, sniper. He was my kill, now get outta my way." She readied her blaster and clenched her metal hand into a fist.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

He only smirked at her before seeing her hand go for her gun. He gave a warning shot that flicked just past her hand, before he aimed it right for the center of her head. It was clear how much of a warning shot it was by just how close it had come to taking her hand off. He wanted her whole, for now.​

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"Toss it away, or I take it away." he threatened. Afterwards he'd say "Now let me ask you this, you say he's your kill? Then who hired you? Sempra send two people on a job he didn't think I could do? Or is someone pulling your pretty strings, brown eyes?"​

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[member="Alatar Istari"]​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Alatar scowled at the sniper, angered even more at the fact he had almost shot off her only non metal hand. She didn't grab her blaster, but she didn't put it down. "Look Patches, one, even if my contacts gave me their names, I wouldn't tell you, and two, I try to avoid working for Hutts like Sempra."

When he called her brown eyes, Alatar lost her temper, yanked the rifle away from her face with her metal arm, punched the sniper in the face, and kicked his legs out from underneath him, holding his own rifle pointed at his face. "Three," She spoke slowly with venom in her voice, "Never call me brown eyes, Patches."

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

Well this had gone from a mix of good to bad in so short a time. At least Dillon knew this wasn't one of Sempra's schemes; especially how negative she sounded towards the idea of working for a Hutt. But whoever else had hired her meant that Sempra, and by extension himself, had a competitor to deal with. Not that he had much time to think on who before he was quickly disarmed and knocked about a little before winding up on his ass with his own gun pointed in his face. The metal hand hurt a lot, almost breaking Trask's jaw. He spat out a bit of blood before staring down his own gun barrel. From there he just smirked at her before looking up.​

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"Nice moves, doll-face. Nice... left hook too." a little quip about her metal arm. "But bad news is that rifle: only a single shooter. I was bluffing you."​

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He waited to see her flinch of make a mistake before reaching his leg up to kick the rifle's aim up into the air. Once he had a window he tackled her to the ground and held the rifle, trying to fight for it out of her grip while pinning her to the ground as he sat onto of her. ​

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[member="Alatar Istari"]​

 

[Alatar Istari]

The Ghost Soldier swore at her luck in five different alien languages before finding herself on the ground and the sniper on top of her trying to wrench the rifle from her metal hand. "Sorry Patches, I'd love to stay pinned under you, but I have to go now," Holding on with all her might, Alatar yanked the sniper forward and headbutted him. Then while he was dazed she shoved the man off her, threw the rifle skidding across the roof, and jumped onto the next roof, hitting the surface running.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

The sudden sack to the head by another was enough to make Dillon fall back and go a little woozy for a moment. As everything spun he shook his head to regain his sight. A little sore but at least he could see as [member="Alatar Istari"] had jumped onto the next roof. Oh she wasn't getting away that easily.​

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"I love it when they run." he joked to himself before getting up and giving chase. A good leap and a rolling land onto the roof before he was after her. He wanted more answers, among other things from this asked woman. ​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Racing across the rooftops, Alatar looked back only once or twice to see that the man was following her persistently. "Why won't this guy give up already?!" She mumbled to her self as she drew her pistol and shot back blindly at the slowly gaining figure behind her before dropping off the next ledge. Determined to lose him in the next cantina or bar, Alatar weaved through the streets and into a small cantina, only then slowing down and finding a place to sit near the back exit, just in case.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

Stray shooting. Not the best of moves. Especially when you're trying to hit something behind you. Dillon managed to duck away from them and rolled before seeing [member="Alatar Istari"] jump down again. He ran to the edge and, from above, tried to spot her out in the crowds of people. Thankfully his robot eye helped him scan and eventually spot her out of everyone else. He smirked as he watched her sneak into a cantina, thinking she outran him. ​

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He huffed a bit before saying "I guess a drink wouldn't hurt."​

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After that he jumped down and slowly made his way inside, trying not to alert the girl. This wasn't a fight anymore. Now he was just playing "tough to get ride of". ​

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(Just had a funny yet awesome thought as to where this can go lol) ​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Alatar ordered an Alderaanean ale and watched the entrance while swirling the drink, but not daring to take off her mask. She watched as [member="Dillon Trask"] slowly walked into the cantina and looked around. Alatar didn't move toward the door, but instead watched him, not seeing his actions as a threat.

Perhaps this game of cat and mouse will not be in vain, Alatar chuckled to herself inaudible to her surroundings.

(I think we may be thinking the same thing, but I'm not going to guess yet.)

 

[Salaza]

Dillon had made his way in and, using her cyber-eye again, managed to spot [member="Alatar Istari"] . He only smirked as he ducked down and sneaked his way around towards her at the bar. At first it seemed as if he was gone completely, only to appear next to her and causally order a drink. Before she could move he had a small blaster pointed at her stomach, pressing against the side.​

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"Now don't worry." he said, keeping it on her but also keeping it hidden from anyone else. "This is just so you don't run without hearing me out first."​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Alatar started when the man sat down right in front of her and pulled a blaster on her, him saying it was just to let her hear him out. The young Ghost Soldier sighed in defeat and put her blaster on the table, indicating that she didn't want to hurt anyone right now.

"Well? I'm all ears while you have me cornered and at gunpoint. Go right ahead." She leaned back, swirling the still full ale.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

Dillon smirked before seeing her agree to his terms, he taking a quick sip from his drink and saying "Now if you'd been any other guy, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Thing is though I've always had a thing for girls who can hold their own against me. and by the looks of it, you've lost a lot." She indicated her arm before pointing to his eye. "I can relate. What do you say? We find a nice quiet place and either talk or duke it out?" Suddenly he heard the band begin to play a song many of the patrons were starting to dance to, making him perk with a coy smile and ask "How about a dance? Don't tell me they gave you robotic legs too." ​

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[member="Alatar Istari"]​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Alatar hesitated before nodding slowly, "A place with less ears would be ideal if we were to swap stories... But I guess that one dance wouldn't hurt, that is, if you don't try to kill me." She stood up and walked next to the sniper.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

"Only if I have a good reason." he said standing and walking out to the dance floor with her. As he put his blaster away he added "And right now all of the are stupid reasons." ​

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Once they were out on the dance floor Dillon took [member="Alatar Istari"] in his arms and began to sway with the beat of the music while guiding. Her. He proved to be a pretty good dancer despite being an assassin. In truth it was just because a few missions had involved being "covert" with his kills. Sometimes that meant sneaking into rich parties and pretending to be an upstart member of society and getting close to the right targets while on the dance floor. A very simple feat yet a lot of practice to seem 'professional' about it. ​

 

[Alatar Istari]

"That's... Lovely." Alatar spoke nervously, as she was usually a very socially awkward person and didn't dance often. She was grateful that this stranger was at least good at dancing, and decided to initiate some conversation, speaking in a somewhat flirtatious manner, "So, I never caught your name, sniper." They kept dancing on, Alatar knowing "the question about your face" would come up soon but ignoring it for the moment.

[member="Dillon Trask"]

 

[Salaza]

"Trask." he answered. As he continued to dance with her he held her closer and asked "You got a name? Or do you prefer 'scary mask killer'? Some of the guys of come across...not so original." The music became a little closer, enticing him to hold [member="Alatar Istari"] more romantically; even if it was just an excuse to get closer. ​

 

[Alatar Istari]

Alatar was aware of [member="Dillon Trask"] pulling her closer, and she played along. She could afford to wait until an opening showed up so she could call her contractor with this turn of events, but for now she could relax. "Call me Ghost. Right now it's just Ghost." Ghost just seemed more real right now instead of her real name, which still brought back painful memories.

Eyeing the patch, she decided to begin swapping stories. Gesturing slightly to the patch, she spoke in a quiet tone, "So, Trask, what's your story?"