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D E N O N
Tag:
Iris Arani
Equipment: In bio
A few days ago...
Tayl had spent some time following the random graffiti around the sector, Frustrated at the random nature of each tag. The patterns and familiarity she had been hoping for were nowhere to be seen. By the Manda, She shouldn't even be here. She should have been hunting her mother's captors on Coruscant, another grim underworld of steel and neon lights, masking the rust and souls being crushed underneath. But that hunt required resources. And Resources required credits.
It was tough luck, but something the young Mandalorian-Twi'lek had learned to put up with the hard way.
Luck however, would still find it's way to her in the end.
Through an impulsive scan of a tag, She discovered that this "Tagger" she was hunting, An associate of the "Nexus Three", had been leaving a breadcrumb trial in the paint after all. Symbols that only appeared under a Black Light, leading back to an abandoned building...
Karking genius! Whoever this was clearly knew what they were doing. That became all the more evident when she actually reached the hideout; Situated in the ruins of some abandoned building, tucked away where no one would find it without these tags. There were notes here detailing the spice trades and something called "Giggledust" throughout the area, looking like something out of a conspiracy theorist's fever dreams, or perhaps, a very determined hunter. Not a bounty hunter though, not with all this paint.
They were used to living under the radar though, whoever they were. The leftover food was obviously part of a physical regimen, and the water supply had been crafted by hand. No comm system she could find that could have been traced, It all made her wonder; What else have they been up to? And how serious?
A motion sensor, linked to the HUD software in her visor, had been placed on the ceiling inside the target's hideout, just above the doorframe. It was a tiny little thing, hard to see in the dark, but was powerful enough to feed her signal across the street.
And so, she waited like this for a day or two. Bored out of her mind. Sometimes listening to her favorite music on low volume so she could still hear the wireless alarm if need be.
But then it happened;
✱Beep✱ ✱beep✱
...✱beep✱ ✱beep✱
She suddenly perked up at the sound. Something had tripped the motion sensor at the door after all this time!
Quickly turning her alarm off, She shoved her helmet on, slithering her sleeved Lekku into place. Next came her weapons, the majority of which were ready to go.
Her Smart-repeater was on her hip as always, stuffed into a leather holster on her gun belt not far from the Peacekeeper on her appendix. From there, It was just a matter of strapping on her Kal and Butterfly knife, And clipping on a pair of Flash Grenades. The client wanted this one Alive, so best avoid thermal detonators or anything else crazy. She still wanted to be prepared though.
Lastly, Her lever-action Slugthrower was magnetized to her back, just beside her Jetpack. She was a walking Armory, But in a world where one's people are being hunted to extinction by sorcerers and witches? One had to adapt.
Or at least, this is what she'd been taught. She hadn't been around her fellow mandalorians in many years now, and been far removed from the great war raging outside. She'd never fought one of the witches before. Never even seen one, not since Solus'alor.
With everything all set, She takes one last peek out the window, at the hideout below, Mentally preparing herself to jetpack down there and fight whatever hunter dwelled in this den. For mother...
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