Faction The Death and Suffering of Jo'Han Felcado [HUT & Invite]

[Tork Lok]

OBJECTIVE: Kill or Capture
Location: Hoth
Equipment: In Bio

Tork felt the weight of the Jedi fall from him as his dagger was freed of the soon to be corpse. As the weather died down thanks to the weakening Jedi who now rolled into a bloody ball in the snow below, Tork quickly pivoted and turned midair.

Blood streaks from the Jedi were left visible on his armor as he gazed down at the gathering crowd of fellow hunters. All were watching the last moments of the Jedi with anticipation and having questions of what next.

But not the Mandalorian.

This was not his first rodeo and he cared not for the carbonite bodies within. He'd mention it to Whoto soon after he departed this frozen landscape but after that it was not in his interest what happened here. Tork had only one goal in mind to serve some future plot.

Landing with a thud behind the dead Jedi Master, Tork came up from behind as the other hunters still lingered and conversed. He awaited no ceremony and showed no remorse or care for his fallen foe, though he did fight well to the end. For that he had Tork's respect.

Producing his beskad sword, Tork gripped it with two hands as he quickly and efficiently brought it down onto the Jedi's neck, quickly severing the head as bits of hair and blood fell onto the snow. Sheathing his blade, the Mando Chieftain quickly retrieved his prize and placed it into a prepared sack for now.

"A battle hard fought and a prize well earned." Tork's voice emanated from his helmets voice modulator. "I shall be in touch with the lot of you. Plenty of potential for future hunts paid well by the Cartel for those skilled in taking on forcies."

Tork grinned behind his helmet, green eyes gazing between the hunters in turn before he blasted into the sky and zipped across the skyline towards his awaiting ship. Another hunt completed.

Jo'Han Felcado V3RM-X "Cobalt" Asaiah Celwik Amelie Berionne​

 

["Cobalt"]

Objective: Pick the body
Equipment: Unchanged
Tags: Jo'Han Felcado / Asaiah Celwik / Tork Lok / Amelie Berionne / V3RM-X​

Cobalt grunted as the Jedi came charging out of the snow. He swung the slugthrower with all of his considerable strength, and the hard metal barrel sent a few of the Jedi's teeth into the snow along with a fresh spurt of blood. Jo'han, however, however, seemed unfazed, seizing the mutant and hurling him into the air.

Cobalt twisted in the air like a cat, firing down at the Jedi even as he fell. The violent spray of slugs kicked up a line of impacts in the snow as the weapon fire stitched toward the target. He attempted to land on his feet... but instead landed right on top of one of the other hunters, sending them both to the frozen earth. A stray rocket, launched by the Mandalorian, didn't give him much chance to recover. He braced for the impact, expecting weeks of recovery ahead (if he lived at all). It never came. Instead, the unfortunate duelist he had landed on used sorcery not too dissimilar from the Jedi's to protect them both.

Cobalt stood up quickly, raising his weapon again, only to see that the Jedi was down, and not moving. He looked himself over as the adrenaline began to fade. Bumps and bruises, nothing serious. All things considered, he had gotten off easy. He tilted his head towards the woman as she spoke, drawing his jacket tighter around himself. His kind were hardy against the ravages of hostile environments, but as the fight died down, the chill was setting in.

"You're free to collect whenever." He murmured, perhaps too quietly to be heard over the howl of the glacial winds, and strode over to the corpse, kneeling to study it, or what the Mando had left of it. The Jedi was riddled with projectile wounds, blaster burns, cuts, and sported a missing leg for good measure. There was more injured meat than healthy meat. It was amazing that he'd been moving and fighting at all. Cobalt dismissed it as a product of sorcery. "Tough bastard." He said mildly, rummaging shamelessly through the corpse's pockets.

It was slim enough pickings, besides some field gear. He pulled a small dataslate from the Jedi's robes, staring at it curiously before tucking it inside his own jacket. Might be worth reading over later.

"Don't much care who takes the body or his laser sword, as long as I get my credits. He's dead, and that's what matters. Pleasure doing business. As for the ice cubes, well. Merciful thing to do would be to go through and put a bolt through their brains one at a time. I'm fresh out of mercy today, though, so I'm getting off this rock."

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