Shopping!

[Vilaz Munin]

Corusant; Business District

One of the most important and recognizable worlds in the galaxy, but the most important planet in the Inner Core flourished as usual as each day passed. Creatures of all shapes, color, and many other phenotype and genotype that each individual had from their birth filled the streets and skies of Corusant. It didn't matter the status each person had which could be easily assumed by just looking at the different sub levels of Corusant. In a way, it could be viewed in a close analytical eye of the social stratification of this particular world. Each level presented the hierarchy class of the class system that could be entered and exited unlike the pyramid of a caste system. The lower levels known as the Underworld was inhabited by criminals, the poor, and scum gathering whatever needs they need in order to survive the streets of the Underworld. But as people raise up a level living starts to change as there is better living for those living in the higher levels. As usual, Corusanti continued its daily routine every day.

Though, there was a difference residing in this prosperous planet. Tyranny. Ever since that fateful day that occurred years ago tyranny corrupted the government of Corusant along with the other worlds that the One With controlled. Perhaps it was corrupted during the time when the Republic controlled Corusant, but after it was taken away from them in battle by the One Sith it began to serve the dar'jetti for its own benefits and main goal. Companies were now under the management to create machines for the expansionists of the Sith to increase the influence and expand the domain of the One With whether it be conquer neutral worlds or invade planets of the Republic and stripped them from their enemy if they succeeded.

While the powerhouse of the Sith was something to keep an eye on for all factions such as the Omega Protectorate, the Mandalorians, the Silver Jedi and those who despised the Sith Vilaz found this tyrannical faction a profit for himself. Obviously, there was a long war between the Republic and the One Sith which meant that mercenaries were being hired on both sides, leaders of both sides would post bounties on the heads of personnel, hire assassins or private bounty hunters to go after a specific target that was a threat for their ideals and goals. To the Mandalorian he disliked both factions, however, if there was one thing he hated the most it was a Sith. A contract he would never sign with anyone that was associated with that order as it was noted when he gave his aid to the Republic at the battle of Prakith and hunted down people who were a Sith or a soldier fighting for this faction. The Warrior indeed hunted down members of the One Sith, but the main prey he pursued was Sith. For it was the Sith that was the backbone of the One Sith and, again, the people he despised of the most than anything else in the Galaxy.

And here the Rally Master was at the heart of the One Sith where his prey lurked at every corner to selfishly bring goodwill to their masters. Walking calmly through the business district of Corusant and he saw the diverse masses of people going through many stores to purchase items from the respected company that was selling their manufactured goods and others as well. And easily the Redneck stood out from the crowd by just the way he dressed, the accessories he had, and the pet he was accompanied. His personal beskar'gam was what he wore whenever he was outside of Mandalorian space and out into the wild and with him he carried items that were against the norms of these civilians. A bloodstripe hand cannon built from the Underground with only Ionite, regular, and Cortosis slugs in his utility belt, two force breaker grenades, two flash bangs, a repulsor pack, his crushgaunts, a Fett-Kal knife, and two dual WESTAR 34 pistols in their holsters. And for a pet that was unusual to have was his pet Vornskr minding its venomous tail from stunning anyone.

Why out of the many places on Corusant was he here? Something that he asked himself but he would search anywhere to hunt down any Sith that he could find. After all, the last Sith he hunted down was at a white collared restaurant and that was an uncommon place, for Vilaz, to look for a Sith. "Yap when you find me a Sith, boy," the Bounty Hunter told his pet Vornskr. The Force resided in all of these people, but they were not Force Users something that a Vornskr loved to dine. It would not take a long time for the Force Sensitive canine to find a Force User if there was one in the area. He could see the damages he would make in this district if there was to be a fight between him and the hunted. But he just continued...walking to nowhere until he found something that was his profit.

[member=Darth Arcanix]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Taeli, known as Darth Arcanix in the One Sith, smiled happily to herself as she carried her shopping bags and her satchel containing her lightsabers. It had been a rather successful trip, she thought, as she moved through the crowd, appearing all for all the world like a normal young woman, in an elegant blue dress, walking home with her bags of books and a new dress.

She had needed a break from her duties and work at Krayt Industries, but now she had a few new books on a few different subjects and she couldn't wait to get back to her quarters and sit down with a cup of tea and just enjoy her reading. She didn't really register the Mandalorian or his pet as she walked by in the middle of the crowd, but part of her brain did and was curious.

Why was a Mandalorian, heavily armed and armored, on Coruscant? Mandos hated the Sith, and coming to Coruscant would start to attract the kind of attention most people like that man didn't want, from either his faction or the Sith security forces eyeing him warily. Still, it wasn't her concern as she continued on her way, but now keeping her senses alert. One Mando was a problem, and now she was suspicious if more of them were lurking or not.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

By now the eyes peering at the Warrior due to his pet Vornksr and the armaments he held with him would attract the attention of the security enforcing the peace and order to come and see in what way they could calm the tension and concern of the people they swore to protect. Though, one thing that people despite their cultural beliefs, their race, and their society is to never take away the weaponry of a Mandalorian unless those daring to try such a stunt would like to die or be maimed. It was traditional for any Mandalorian to have some form of defense on them at all times no matter where they went, and not caring if it violated the norms or the structural society of any foreign world. When it came to having a background such as the Mando'ade or being involved in any military it was uneasy for anyone to go anywhere without a pistol. However, every Mandalorian or, at least, most could contain themselves with their firearms to not destroy the peaceful atmosphere for those around him or her. But give any signs of hostility to such Warrior and they will, without hesitation, neutralize the threat by any means.

But the Rally Master could not blame the caution that was being taken by everyone around him. Angels he and his people weren't, but they were not devils as well. With the history that portrayed the events and actions of the Mandalorians centuries ago people had the right to fear these people united by one culture. The Mandalorian Wars that was a crusade that sought to conquer the Galaxy and destroy the Republic was one of the very reasons why mostly everyone respected such individual who had their faces concealed by an emotionless buy'ce if one came to one. The way his vode fought in combat whether it be training or fighting an exterior force was like painting a portrait through the arts of war which was something that seemed priceless to soldiers as they wished to have such a skill that was viewed as unparalleled. Skills that even the Jedi and the Sith respected and took caution of whenever having a brawl with one.

Suddenly, his companion who was calm and peaceful became violent and uneasy as he began growling towards a specific direction that was within the masses of consumers that infested the business district to spend their money in objects that seem to content their hearts. The Redneck knew of this behavior along with the other behavior patterns of the canine. In a crowd full on non force-users by just profiling with a quick glance was a force-user who's signature could be felt through the force that was strangely within the Vornksr. If there wasn't one, then the Force-Sensitive Canine wouldn't be reacting the way he was right now. "Easy, boy," the Mandalorian said to his pet to try to ease the aggressiveness of his pet. By observing the animal his head was pointing in one way while growling viciously to find its favorite snack to eat.

"Let's get some, Dalso," the Bounty Hunter said with a grin on his face that no one could see as he said to his pet. A compass the Vornksr was whenever the Mandalorian preyed on Sith or any other Force-User that had a reward on their head. Strolling through the waves of innocents with Dalso in front of him Vilaz cocked one of the triple barrels of his bloodstripe hand cannon that was a non lethal slug containing Cortosis Dust to deal with any lightsaberdeen welders while the other two were normal and Ionite slugs. He knew that every Force-User had at least two tools for defense: a lightsaber and the Force. How was he to temporarily strip the Force from his target. With the force breaker gas grenades any force user would be cut off from the Force until the effects of gas were gone. Ready he came, and ready he always was.

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

While she just wanted to enjoy her day, apparently that wasn't going to be the case. The Mando and his pet were following behind her in the crowd, she could sense them. That vornskr had obviously sensed her presence, which was not good for her if she wanted to avoid a fight with the Mando. Still . . . there were ways to get around such detection. She certainly wasn't going to make it easy for the Mando to track her.

Using Art of the Small, she shrunk her Force signature down to a pinpoint and kept moving through the crowd. It would confuse the vornskr for awhile that it's prey suddenly vanished, but she had a feeling it would sense her again eventually. Still, best to get prepared as she ducked into a large department store that had a flow of girls her age going in and out. Cracking her neck a little bit, she moved up to the next floor and started going through the clothing options there. Something a bit more commonplace she could change into.

Switching clothes, and buying a few more sets, she smiled and moved up to the next floor of the store and started shopping around for new glasses. All the while, she wondered if the Mando was still following her or not.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The crowd began to make way for the Mandalorian as he walked through them. They were a canal to the Warrior forming with every step he took through this simultaneously, organized path that kept him from pushing and shoving people out of his way. He could see their facial expressions from the visor of his buy'ce. Afraid, concern, fear, mistrust were upon their faces as Vilaz passed by each one of them. They were afraid of what business the Warrior brought to their planet. Concern of their own security with the Bounty Hunter being heavily armed amongst them. Fear of the chance that violence will destroy the peaceful atmosphere that was already being disturbed. And mistrust as they knew what the man was capable of and the stereotype most people had on the Mando'ade due to war being the life of the Mandalorians.

They treated him almost as a king by how their attitude was towards him. If they didn't do it out of respect, then they certainly did it out of fear. Whenever the shadow of the Mandalorians was upon the stars they conquered in their crusade people would begin to cower, soldiers with fear in them would gather all their courage against the iron warriors, and politicians would prepare to make terms of their surrender and submission to Mandalore. And that's how Vilaz loved to be viewed that way. Be feared by his adversaries, have people take caution of him, and make people think twice of what happens when they crossed swords with him. He even brought that outside of war and had several bounties fear in their pursuit as they tried to escape from Vilaz.

Wherever his Vornskr walked to “sniff out" the Force User that he could sense the Mandalorian would follow him as it was the simplest way to reach the man or woman that could be a Sith. And in a pattern with no rhythm the crowd would make straight lines or curvy lines until they were behind the canine and the Bounty Hunter and resumed their own business with murmurs relating to the appearance of the Warrior that was disclosed to to the public. He could care less about the citizens talking about him because he was on a job. One that would bring credits and pride to the Mandalorian culture. But suddenly his canine pet lost the scent of the force user as it stopped and looked in confusion. “What's wrong, boy," the Redneck asked the Force Sensitive animal as it continued to try and locate the Force User. But nothing. Absolutely nothing.

However, that did not stop the Warrior from veiling of who this mysterious Force User was. He continued to walk in the direction his chest was facing and walked straight making the path being made of the aruetiise a straight line and would remain that way until he found a hint of his prey or until Dalso picked up the the force signature of the individual they were stalking. And his current course would lead him to a mens' store neighboring another store with a constant, steady flow of young girls. Nearby to his hunt. Yet he would not enter but wait outside as he arrived at the entrance of the store.

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Peering out the window of the floor she was on, Taeli could see the Mandalorian and his vornskr pet outside the two store. The vornskr seemed confused about where she could have gone, awe poor thing should be used to not being able to find prey just from having to deal with the ysalamiri on Myrkr. Placing her new glasses, which included a data stream feature, on the bridge of her nose, she sent an anonymous message to security forces that a Mando with a vornskr had been stalking a girl, she thought he might have idea for her, and he needed to be stopped.

Keeping her presence tightly concealed still, she picked up her shopping bags and followed the crowd out, not in a dress anymore, but in just a normal shirt and vest, and a nice pair of pants with functional boots. She had also picked up a new satchel bag so the look of a college graduate student on a shopping trip before returning to her apartment was complete.

Still . . . that Force sensing creature needed to be dealt with and quietly. Smiling and chitchatting with those around her, she kept moving through the crowd, but she would start to leave small bread crumbs of her Force signature for the vornskr to follow. She had to keep the illusion he was a stalker alive, and in a way he was stalking her. Bloody Mandos and their vendettas and all a girl wanted to do today was a little shopping and a little reading.

She could see armored troopers starting to appear in the crowd, and a small half smile began to appear on her face. Oops, did she make tracking her harder . . . maybe. She was having a little fun at least.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Both man and canine continued to stand outside of the mens' department store that only had new designs of fashion and other clothes from a whole variant of brands. Waiting with patience the Bounty Hunter was trying to find something in this crowd that could help him to get a lead on the suspected Force User that he was pursuing. An obvious sign or just somethin!g unusual would be appreciated that could lead him straight to the individual, or that could get him warmer and warmer to what he was seeking. It was a trait every Bounty Hunter had. They all had patience and had a keen eye to whatever individual they were hunting down that would promise them a reward from the contractor. And these were the things that motivates a Bounty Hunter to finish what they started even if cost them a huge amount of time they were determined win their prize from any outlaw they turned in.

But the Rally Master wasn't just motivated by the credits in this scenario. His liking of hunting down and capturing or killing a Sith was a huge honor for him and any Mandalorian that could come across that experience. After what the Sith have done to the Mandalorians in the past, the present, and in the near future it was was highly impossible to forgive them after their actions against the Mando'ade. Never again would they fight for the Sith just like how Mandalore the Indomitable allied the Mandalorian warriors with the Sith after he was defeated by a Sith Lord and demanded his allegiance and his warriors' to Sith during the Great Sith War, and finally breaking that alliance as they attacked the Sith in the New Sith Wars.

All of a sudden the Force senses of the Vornskr picked up the Force signature of the person they were pursuing for as the Force Sensitive canine began growling in a general direction of the crowd of commoners in the business district. After so many minutes of waiting he finally had a lead on his unknown target. After knowing this he began walking towards the direction given by his companion and then drowning himself in the crowd of civilians. Shoving and moving people aside the Mandalorian was walking in a fast pace until he was delayed in his path.

Stormtroopers in their cheap white plastoid armor that was pathetic when compared to his beskar'gam. All covered in armor, but didn't have the potential to take a hit by an energy projectile or even a slug. These infamous troopers dared to approach him and step right in front of him preventing him from advancing any further. “Sir, we've been informed that you have been stalking a girl. We'd also like-," and were cut off as the Warrior interrupted them, “Listen up, di'kuts. You get in my damn way again and I'll make sure that cheap, weak ass armor of y'alls won't save ya," and pulled back the external hammer of one the triple barrels of his scattergun that had a regular slug.

“Now, get out of my way," and walked passed them as well nudging them with a growling Vornskr that would attack these stormtroopers in a heartbeat if they had done a hostile movement against Vilaz. Leaving the Imperial soldiers standing there and looking at the Mandalorian both the Redneck and the canine continued tracing the force signature of their target.

[member=Taeli Rae]