Private Second Chances

[Dayn Wren]

The doors slid closed behind them as the duo stepped onto the balcony. Below them the bustling cityscape of Nar Shaddaa. He had heard of cities that never slept, but this was the planet that never did. Skyscrapers towered over them, killing the view of anything beyond this particular block. Not a tree in sight, in fact he wondered how many were on the planet if any at all. The whole world was cast in fake neon lights.

"Well... That wasn't good." They had agreed to not talk about it for a while, but Dayn couldn't let it go. They had him. Everything had gone according to plan, the mark had showed up right where they had expected him to. Only when the time came... It hadn't been enough. The wrong speeder was disabled. People had died, just not the right one. Their mark and his entourage had escaped.

"We're off to a terrific start, aren't we buddy?" Dayn said with a bit of light-hearted sarcasm. He exhaled through his t-visor helmet, planting both forearms on the scaffolding in front of him. He had only met Sid before, had taken him for a droid at first. They had been hunting the same bounty. That type of situation wasn't uncommon, and it tended to get heated. Despite this, they had managed to find common ground and agreed to work together on this one. Little good it had done them...

A woman in a red dress caught his eye, and his sight drifted down to the street below. She left one of the city-planet's millions of nightclubs. She was a welcome distraction, and he followed her as she walked. Dayn needed a break. He was starting to see the bald head of their bounty everywhere. The guys the woman walked past even looked like him and his associates. Come to think of it, the speeder beside them looked an awful lot like... "Feth. Sid. Sid!" Motherfething kath hound. It was him! Right there below them, eating a bagel, chatting to three companions.

The Mandalorian pushed against his comrade's arm, trying to grab his attention. His other hand had pulled out his blaster and pointed straight at the guy. Don't you dare take another... Kark! He threw the last piece of the bagel on the floor then vanished into the warehouse, entourage in tow, none the wiser. Or was it a nightclub? Dayn couldn't tell one from the other on this planet. Not that it made much of a difference. The job remained the same. Dead, or alive.

"Well what are the fething odds. Shall we?"

Sid Lauron​

 

[Sid Lauron]

Nar Shaddaa
Tags: Dayn Wren ​

"We're off to a terrific start, aren't we buddy?"

"I didn't expect anythin' less than a bag'o'nails," Sid chuckled through his vocoder. "Don't worry, partner. This guy can only hang fire for so long. Only a matter o'time before we have him by the choke strap."

Despite having previously missed their mark, which had brought him and the mandalorian into an alliance, Sid wasn't particularly worried. In fact, he couldn't help but feel somewhat thrilled. It wasn't often that a hunt went on for any longer than a few hours for someone of his particular skillset. It was always in clubs and bars that this sort of thing went down for some reason. Ever since taking the bounty on the head of Mi'la Undari and coming into brief conflict with Juno Wren , there never seemed to be a quiet moment in this sort of establishment. On que, just as Sid was thinking about this fact, his partner spoke again.

"Feth. Sid. Sid!"

Sid was already looking in the same direction, locked onto their target. His mechanical eye was able to track the man for just a little longer before he slipped away into the mass of party goers. It seemed that, as Sid had predicted, the night wasn't over just yet.

"I believe we shall," Sid replied with a nod of his head, drawing his pistols.

 

[Dayn Wren]

Without taking his eyes off the entrance, Dayn dropped off the balcony. A few seconds of free fall before his jet pack kicked in and slowed what would otherwise have been a very unpleasant splash into a smooth landing.

He wasn't sure if Sid Lauron would have a similar means of travel or not. In any case, Dayn would keep on eye on the entrance until Sid joined him.

"He's in there somewhere" Dayn said, arms folded. "How do you want to do this? Silently stalk him inside? After our last meeting, he might make us. Then again, maybe he didn't get a good look..." Certainly an option, although he imagined his friends wouldn't let them guide him back outside. Not that that was a deal breaker. Dayn didn't mind a scrap.

"Or one of us goes in to flush him out, the other stands by at the exit?" To be honest, he wasn't sure how many exits they'd be talking about here...

"Other fun alternatives? Doesn't matter much to me. As long as we're on the same page" He had heard it said that all plans went out the window when faced with the enemy, but surely a plan was better than none. Then again, they'd had a plan before, and little good had it done them...