Private Renewed Rivalries

[Konor]

The Docks
Mygeeto
Nightfall

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This wasn't the average job for Konor, this was the kind of job that didn't require credits as payment. No, Konor would take this kind of job for free and happily so. No one'd hired him for this either, the masked outlaw had heard rumors of a trafficking ring somewhere underground in Mygeeto's capital. There was one thing Konor hated most in this galaxy, it was slavery and its avatar, slavers - whenever he had the chance, he didn't hesitate to take time out of his week or month to put them down.

He wanted to go it alone for this one, Konor had asked Xan to keep a radio silence for this outing - he knew she'd still be watching, but nonetheless, he still wanted to be left alone. Following a "friendly discussion" with some local patrons at one of the cantinas, Konor heard that shady dealings were known to take place at the city's docks. He'd begin his search there.

Konor's jetpack burned through the night sky just before it deactivated, dropping the outlaw a few feet below onto a nearby rooftop. He landed in a soft grunt and a combat roll, stopping at the edge of the rooftop - he remained in a hidden position as he watched and waited, scouring for any suspicious activity. An hour passed and finally a four men wandered into view, all human, the ring leader began to pace as if he was waiting for... something while the others remained still. Another thirty minutes passed and a Twi'lek male... with a group of women approached the man who was waiting before.

Konor's fingers curled into a fist as he began to grind his teeth aggressively, he already knew what this was. The long range sensors in his mask picked up the womens' whimpering, as well as the conversation between the two individuals.

"Thousand credits a head, yeah?" the Twi'lek asked

"Tha's right, you'll get ya cut after the delivery. Load 'em up."

The ringleader ordered his men to place the women into a shipping container, and they began their descent on the prospective slaves. He'd heard and seen enough, Konor rose to his full height as he glared down at the 'transaction' below, the darkness of his suit made him appear as a shadow in the dark of the night, only his crimson goggles would give away his position. Konor took a step forward and allowed gravity to bring him to the ground below, landing him on top of one of the traffickers. No blasters, no vibroknives, Konor wanted to enjoy this.

Zoraya Ives-Ayres

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

It had taken an extreme amount of biting her tongue to get to the point where she was and a great deal of effort for a person as proud as she was to allow herself to be pushed around with no retaliation and no indication of her annoyance. She remained silent, her gaze scanning the faces around her. They'd be added to some wanted list before long. After this, there wouldn't be anywhere they could hide.

She stumbled and tripped when she was pushed towards the container, putting her bound hands out to cushion her fall. As she stared at the ground, her face flushed red with anger. Normally, she would give the man an earful for humiliating her but now she wasn't at such a liberty to do so. Instead, she pushed herself back onto her feet, saying nothing and forcefully hiding her anger.

At the sound of a thud, her head whipped in the direction of the noise behind her and through the darkness she could make out two round, red circles. She was unsure if he was friend or foe. Either he was a vigilante or someone seeking to capitalise off of the traffickers. In either case, everything was in the air so she froze, unsure how to react.

With any luck, the slavers would subdue the newcomer and they could continue uninterrupted. However, vigilante types tended to be irritatingly persistent. Not all of the traffickers had clocked onto what was happening but her eyes narrowed as she tried to determine the identity of the attacker. Her scrutiny brought some suspicion from one of the men who followed her gaze and immediately commanded others to attack upon seeing the silhouette of the stranger.

With she plan still semi-in tact, she didn't act out yet. She had planned to remain in the background to let the confrontation play out until she was grabbed and had the barrel of a blaster placed against her back to be used as a shield by one of the traffickers. She tensed. For the first time, the situation was out of her control.

Konor​

 

[Konor]

Without even looking at who was under his boot, the outlaw twisted and proceeded to rub the trafficker's head into the duracrete ground. Once his presence was dicovered, the traffickers were commanded to open fire. Activating his jetpack, Konor flew toward the trafficker nearest to him, tackling him as he continued flying straight. Using the trafficker as a shield, Konor slammed him into a cargo container ahead of them, denting it with the man's body before denting it even further as he sent a kick into the man's abdomen.

Konor instinctively flinched as a blaster bolt flew passed his face and impacted the container, re-activating his jetpack Konor flew skyward before descending at the other side of the cargo container he stood in front of, all the while blaster bolts indented the container further. Stood on the other side, the outlaw caught his breath before suddenly hearing the blaster fire come to a halt. Quietly, he swivelled around and planted his palms on the surface of the container before summoning all of his supernatural strength and pushing the large object toward his attackers.

Orange sparks fluttered across the floor as the larger container scraped its way toward the attackers. Panicked, the head trafficker yelled out to his subordinates "MOVE!" using that diversion, Konor went on to fly over the moving container and dropped in as the traffickers were in the middle of diving to avoid getting hit by what threatened to flatten them. Landing close to the human ring leader's last remaining guard, Konor bent over and grabbed the guard's leg. Fingers curling around the guard's shin, Konor's finger tips proceeded to snap the bone in his leg creating a resounding crunch sound as the outlaw dragged the screaming man before spinning and launching him into the Twi'lek who'd delivered the women earlier.

All that remained was the ring leader, the human that planned to sell off these women. Konor's masked head spun around to where he was located, using one of the women as a shield against him. Fists clenched "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more--" stopping mid-sentence, the masked half-Sephi suddenly recognised the woman at the human's mercy. The familiar redhead was none other than that Imperial he encountered on Serenno some time ago "You?" was all he could say at the revelation. How did she come to find herself in this situation?

Zoraya Ives-Ayres