The Fens of Society

[Kiyron]

Everyone who used to be someone ended up at Nar Shadda at one point or another. It was a seething morass of desperation, fear, and corruption that fed on the rest. Kiyron couldn't see much difference between it and Coruscant. Giant world-cities ridden with criminals and politicians who cared for nothing but power. Just like all cities, far as he could tell.

A crowd bustled around the room as he sat against the wall, watching. His helmet sat next to him on the table. The two sonic pistols were loosely holstered at his hips. Cantinas were rough places, but they weren't where people went to cause trouble. Well, serious trouble anyways. Friendly brawls and knife fights sure. Kiyron was there to do a job.

A mark was rumored to frequent the establishment, one with a sizable bounty from the Alliance. Alleged Vanguard and One Sith affiliation, wanted by the GADF for crimes against life. Kiyron had tracked him from one side of the galaxy to the other. So far, nothing. Perhaps the mark had gotten word and fled again. It was possible, but Kiyron didn't believe so. Nothing had changed and no other alerts had gone out. As far as anyone cared, he was just another hard-faced traveler among the millions.

That didn't mean he wanted to be there any longer than necessary, however. Cities were too much. Their noise hammered at his skull and the stench gagged his nostrils. Not even the air filtration of his helmet could really make much difference. He needed the wilds, the wide open skies of unsettled worlds and cool quiet of ancient forests.

Home. That was what he needed, but that was more than a little difficult. Kelchase had long since disappeared for most travelers. He couldn't even find it in most star-charts anymore. There was no going back now.

But then, he was a Tal'Verda now. A Mandalorian, member of the Mandoade. Perhaps the time had finally come to go make a home there. Work first, then that later.

[member="Fenn Ordo"]

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

As he walked into the bar he cracked his neck a little looking around the room his visor reading over everyone as he did so. Not seeing anything dangerous he continued to walk in and started moving towards a booth before a very large man and his "lady friend" cut him off ad took it, giggling and laughing. He sighed, knowing better then to start anything at such an establishment like this he glanced around once more to find that all the booths around where taken, except one only occupied by a man in a very particular set of armor.... Mandalorian Style. He moved that way and sat next to the man taking off his helmet looking at him.

"Fenn Ordo, Clan Ordo. Mandalorian I'm assuming? If not... just forget I was here ok?"

He glanced around the room as he said this making sure no one overhead him as he spoke in a hushed tone towards the man, he didn't want any more attention then this man probably did, but he definitely needed somewhere to sit.

[member="Kiyron"]

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Fenn Ordo"]

Kiyron raised an eyebrow as the man set down. He glanced down at his helmet. It was only vaguely Mandalorian, with the T-visor the only recognizable aspect. But other than that, it was pretty indistinct. That was fine though. Perhaps a table partner would make him less conspicuous for when the mark arrived. And Clan Ordo was one he was vaguely familiar with, didn't think he had managed to meet any before.

"Fair enough," he added, eyes scanning the crowd. "Kiyron. Tal'Verda." Someone entered and headed straight to the back. That was the mark. The body profile was an exact match and the behavior matched. He leaned forward on the table. "What brings you here?"

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

[member="Kiyron"]

He nodded as he told him the name of his Clan looking around the club he returned his gaze to the man just in time to see him lock eyes with a particular man in a hurry to get the back, giving a slight grin Fenn wiped it off as soon as he looked back. He cleared his throat a little.

"Well, I ahd come here to just get a drink and to clear some thoughts out of my head, but now I feel something... fun brewing and I think a little fight will help me clear my mind a little better if you know what I mean."

He grinned looking at the man his fingers itching the table a little like he was pulling a trigger getting antsy as he looked at the man his eyes darting back to the backroom again seeing the door close laughing soft. This was going to be a fun day, that he knew was for sure at this point. He didn't care about the money, he cared for the sport, and he didn't mind helping someone else with their hunt, if they would permit.

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Fenn Ordo"]

Kiyron gave an understanding nod as the other Mandalorian spoke, still watching the back room. The door was closed- leaving it impossible to gauge the extent of what they would find inside, but he wasn't too concerned. He'd faced worse in such quarters before. But this other Mandalorian, he seemed interested in... participating. That would make things quite a bit more interesting. Less dangerous too, depending on how things worked out.

Issue was sharing the bounty, but that could be taken care of. Perhaps a little trigger itchy, though, judging by his fingers. Kiyron wanted the mark taken in alive and brought to justice in Alliance courts. Any others were expendable. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice.

"I'm tracking a bounty on a war criminal. Need him alive. Any grunts are expendable. If he's meeting anyone important, we also need them alive." He gave another look to the doorway and put on his helmet. When next he spoke, his voice was raspy and automated.

"I'll breach the door and stun. Follow me in, weapons free on threats. Otherwise, hold fire. Any questions or issues with my orders?"

He hadn't even realized he had changed into a commanding officer's mindset, but so be it. After years serving as an officer in Special Forces for different governments, it was an ingrained habit.

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

He gave a slight grin as he slid his helmet back onto his face watching as the HUD came back online and started analyzing the room again, but he only have paid attention as he looked at the man seated next to him. He reached down into to his blaster's and turned them to stun standing up looking at the other man.

"Then no need to waste, let's go have some fun with this job, and don't worry, I don't want the money, just the experience, oh how it is going to be a good day. Let's get this show on the roll Kiyron, I like a good fight."

He gave a slight chuckle as he moved to the door trying to look as casual as possible, with his mandalorian armor... it was harder then people thought. Walking through the room with more then too many hands grasping his armor, not just women, they made their way to the back door of the cantina and hopped on the opposite side of the door from Kiyron that didn't have the door handle and looked at him. Oh how he loved a good bounty in the evening.

[member="Kiyron"]

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Fenn Ordo"]

A hand flickered inside the belt and withdrew a stun grenade. Kiyron settled his breathing and placed the other hand on the doorhandle. His two pistols sat loose in their holsters. Everything seemed to slow down as the adrenaline kicked in and his mind went to tactical mode, analyzing and observing everything as it flooded through the brain. He shoved, forcing the door open with his shoulder while the grenade rolled in. He turned away from the doorway as it went off. The door caught the brunt of its blast, knocking against his durasteel arm. He braced it and then kicked the door open, drawing out both pistols.

He stepped inside the door, moving to the left so Fenn could enter and cover the right. It was all instinctual by this point, out of habit. One of the guard droids was still up and spin to face him. His finger squeezed a trigger and the blaster bolt echoed forward, punching through the armor. The mark was on the ground, next to a fancy looking human- the contact, most likely. Question was for whom, of course, but that could come at a later time, when interrogation was in progress.

He spared a quick glance to Fen before moving on to the next bodyguard. His cybernetic arm came down with a buzz, catching the man across the top of the head and dropping him to the ground.