ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɢᴜɴ
| LOCATION: | Tatooine, Mos Espa |
| TIME: | Evening |
| EQUIPMENT: | In bio. |
Howl_Runner.exe was a wonderful little program if you were in the intelligence or bounty hunting business. In this case, Tae'l was the latter. She had used it countless times over the years, constantly cracking security cams and databases to compare facial recognition data or just photographs so she could feed it to the insatiable malware herself, it was all the same in the end. If her target had been in the area, howl_runner would know eventually.
Perhaps the most dastardly use she'd found for it though, was to plug directly into her helmet, and use the visor's inbuilt pict-feed.
All she had to do was keep someone in her line of sight long enough and she'd know if it matched any of the data collected along the way. Today's victim of stalking was supposed to be a Zeltron. She had a face, provided by the contractor who came to the guild for help, and admittedly not much else beside a name. He was some sort of pirate, an addictive personality, and swindled the contractor out of some good money or something along those lines.
Where does one find an addictive personality in a shadowport? The cantina.
Thus, Tae'l entered. Her reddish-brown armor bore no distinctive markings from any known clan or faction, just a blood red tear drop smeared onto the visor, and the distinct gleam of pure beskar that flashed briefly as she stepped into the door, staring down the entire bar as if to dare someone, anyone, to make a move before she was through with her job.
Rhys Swynol
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