Target Acquired

[Amun]

The Wheel

Another day, another time to hunt for Amun. He was all around the clock as he was hunting bounties almost every corner of the Galaxy. He was the Guildmaster after all and had to show the new blood of the Bounty Hunters' Guild how it was done professionally and efficiently. Meaning he, unfortunately, had to bring some hunters with him to be taught. Otherwise, there'd be no experienced veterans within the Guild, thus making it mediocre and non-profitable.

The Kyuzo loved to do bounties by himself and it was a grand fortune for him that he'd be doing it today on a target that a client of his put a hit on.

A Jedi or Force User of some sort

On top of credits, the exiled Kyuzo would be given other treasures if the mission was a success. Something of precious ores, minerals, or something that was a solid.

From the information that he was given, his best bet was that he'd find this being on this place which was supervised by the almighty Popo the Hutt. Something that he had to be careful with as there was the presence of the Jedi on the planet. Another thing he loved doing and perhaps would gain him some revenue if delivered to the Sith Empire or the First Order.

A lot of profit was here today, but his main interest was this Viktor person.

As Amun made way to one of the spaceports installed on the Wheel he wondered what this mere pilot did to get a grand hit on. It was a curious thought, but not one to give sympathy over. He was a Bounty Hunter, and Bounty Hunters had no sympathy over their assets.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: THE WHEEL
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJECTIVE: GET THE GUY
CURRENT MOOD: ON THE HUNT

The Wheel was by no means pleasant.

It was a rest-stop for many of the galaxy's dirtiest, scummiest, most dangerous types. The famous casino selection, the high defenses, and the ways to avoid said defenses made the Wheel a popular hub for all sorts of criminals.

It wasn't difficult for Ghorua to avoid the limelight.

A cadre of 4 ACS Modular Probe Droids zipped through the busy station, revolving around themselves in a graceful dance. Their ocular lenses focused in on passing faces, identifying them, and tagging others for further review.

In a nearby casino, a white-plated behemoth lounged.

Ghorua sat sprawled in a booth, his bright armor flashing in the ever-shifting lights. Weapons were attached to him in every which way, fastened in holsters, or stuck to his bandolier. Helmet securely fastened to his head, he was watching his droids' progress. They were making good time, it seemed, observing everything that happened, and everyone that passed.

They would have to find the target eventually.

The Shark had been fed this bounty by a reliable contact. He'd gathered enough information to narrow his search to the Wheel, a facial recognition scan here, a reported sighting there, it all led here.

It wouldn't be long until their face would show again.

- [member="Amun"] -

 

[Amun]

Patience.

That was the merit of an excellent bounty hunter. Patience. Many that picked up the profession would grow tired, agitated, and give up their career as a bounty hunter. Fresh amateurs that didn't had any experience in the field had vivid imaginations that the life of a bounty hunter was pick up a blaster, own a decent but awful ship, find their target easily, and either capture or kill their target.

That was just stupidly inaccurate.

Bounty hunting was much like police work. Except more dangerous than a legal enforcer of the law. Amun had to do his fair share of investigating hints and clues for his bounty. Which was the part that took lots of time and determined if one was fit for the life of a bounty hunter.

Of course, he was given a facial identification of his target and other physical information that was priceless. Bulky Zabrak with lots of tattoos. Easy, but not so when in a sea of people. On top of physical information, he was given other information as well. Apparently this Zabrak Force User was a mercenary that performed various assassination and bodyguarding tasks.

And in a place like this, the asset was probably looking for a next job from some vile crime lord or random employer to get a job done. Cantinas, commercial buildings, underground hangouts, and/or crime lord palaces would be the go to areas for the Kyuzo.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

"Can I get'cha something?"

Ghorua was jostled from his search by a droid waiter, impatiently tapping his arm. The massive being looked up, his helm blocking the apologetic smile behind the visor.

"Apologies," the Shark said, his voice modulated down to a deep metallic growl by his equipment. "I would love a Corellian, if you have one back there." He wasn't planning on drinking it, but he needed to keep quiet, and he couldn't have the cantina's staff harassing him.

The target, a Zabrak man by the name of Trenik, was proving to be more elusive than Ghorua had predicted. His droids had come up with nothing, after hours of relentless search. Either one of his contacts was wrong, or Trenik was being exceptionally stealthy.

Suddenly, Ghorua's attention was pulled away from the droid, over the metallic being's shoulder, to across the cantina. A shape. A crown of horns. A curtain, blocking off a VIP area.

No. Coincidences like that don't happen.

Whether or not the Shark chose to believe what he had seen, his helmet's facial recognition software didn't lie. It tagged the being as Trenik, just as the target ducked behind, into a veiled back room.

"Actually," he said to the server droid, who had just began to sidle away, "Nothing after all. I'm on the job."

The goliath stood, armor glinting with a savage light, and began to make his way for the back room, purpose in his movements.

- [member="Amun"] -

 

[Amun]

The Kyuzo was not as equipped as the massive Herglic Bounty Hunter that he was unaware of. It's not because he didn't have the funds for that. It's because he didn't rely a lot of technology which gained him some notice as most Bounty Hunters nowadays had fancy armor, weapons, and technology for their purposes. Not Amun though. With his raising on his homeworld and the investigating skills he learned before being exiled, it was enough for him to be a proficient Bounty Hunter.

Building after building he hit, and none gave him helpful answers. After the fourth time he asked someone for information wasn given none, the Kyuzo went physical. It was part of the job description too. Just had to make sure nothing was fatal, but scare the feth out of the people to get a hint or something.

Finally someone spilled the beans about some gossiping of this Zabrak. It helped Amun in the sense that he had to search in one specific sector of the Wheel and not look all throughout the station.

All he had to do was sniff out every possible building until he found his target.

Starting with a cantina.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua prided himself on his gadgetry.

An onlooker might think a Bounty Hunter of the Shark's considerable size and strength would rely solely on said strength, but Ghorua knew better. One could only go so far with what was naturally given to them before crashing and burning. Ghorua faced off against Jedi and Sith alike on a regular basis, and even with his muscles, his equipment, and his wits about him, he was just barely surviving.

Why wouldn't he take every advantage he could?

Ghorua made his way through the cantina, fingering the slugthrowers at his sides. He shouldered a couple drunkards out of his way, finally posting up outside the veiled curtain.

No guards. Suspicious.

With deft fingers, he attached a stun grenade over the threshold of the door. One could never be too cautious.

With slight hesitation, Ghorua stepped through the curtain, handguns raised.

- [member="Amun"] -