The Land of Nobles and Apparently Head Hunting

[Neivon]

Alderaan

Unknown Spaceport

Neivon couldn't show his face to Six-Eyes. Not after their... argument on Korriban. The Bounty Hunter, no... mercenary had decided that the best course of action was to figure out this relic between his fingers while he still had it. Maybe the higher educated at the university on the planet could help him out with something ancient. And if they were to pull anything funny... well, the merc was prepared. Even was skilled in the arts of smuggling, after all, he frequently was forced to ride public transports. So finding ways to get past security became a frequent problem he needed resolved. He had his own way of getting inside the university though. Showing up in Beskar'gam wouldn't exactly bode well for him, so Neivon was forced to wear civilian clothes. He couldn't think of any other ideas of getting inside. Dressing up as militant personnel was out of the question, so he was forced to have himself vulnerable. At least not completely, he carried duffle bags with his gear. Maybe if he asked guards he could get inside without it. He wasn't exactly carrying anything illegal, minus his blaster and electrostaff. But he could easily get that sorted out.

"Excuse me sir!" He called out to one of the Alderaanian guards at the spaceport. They looked in his direction, motioning their heads around suspecting Neivon must've called someone else.

"Is there something I can do for you, sir?" They spoke to him in a polite tone. He was used to bitterness and aghression.

"Do you think I'll be allowed to enter the university with beskar'gam?"

The guards eyes narrowed. Seemed that politeness was going to end. "Oh so your Mandalorian, huh?" The guard scratched his head. "No doubt you'll have to go through much more screenings, but... it isn't impossible."

Neivon smiled, a problem he wouldn't have to face it seems. "Thank you, sir." Neivon didn't bother explaining how he wasn't exactly Mandalorian, he was just glad he would be able to enter the unknown with protection.

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Six-Eyes' Ship


Six-Eyes couldn't believe Neivon left off to someplace. The Nautolan was beginning to regret ever encoding his information so that it wouldn't be hard to find him. If Darth Granum heard he lost Neivon, he was sure not to get his pay, nor keep his life. But those weren't the main reasons. The Nautolan really cared for the future Bounty Hunter. A bond that can only be made by longterm partnerships. Like... Jedi and Padawan? Oh well, even though he rather had the Bounty Hunter do things there own way until the Nautolan found it best not to let Darth Granum wait. They were a patient Sith, but would rather not have his time wasted on things that wasn't of their knowledge that could 'improve' Neivon. Six-Eyes moved towards his chair, he would send out a bounty. 5,000 credits, hopefully someone would answer the call. It wasn't exactly an expensive bounty but wasn't cheap either. The Nautolan could only hope it would do.

There was also the problem of meeting contractors for the bounty, oh well. He'll have that settled in no time. He was sure of it.

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[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Neivon"]

The warrior heard that he would be facing , a darmada , one who abandoned his peoples ways, he did not have beskar armor like the enemy on the opposite side did, all he had was durasteel armor for this mission, a sniper, his eyesight , a heavy blaster pistol , and his custom lightsaber that would be a very none existent factor against his foe. The bounty was lower then most he attempted to collect, he was not here to collect the bounty, but to try and save the soul of this dishonored member of the mandode , it seemed one of his contacts had a tip for him that he was sighted on this planet. Exactly where he was going to be exact. The warrior of his allit would use a none lethal dart in order to detain his enemy foe, attempting to shot the foe at a weak spot in his beskaram that he no longer has a right to wear. The security would, if the target allowed, escort him in one of the higher rooms where the glass was weak enough for the dart too shoot through the glass, and were there was no wall within this room pure glass, a table, and four chairs. Adjacent from this high room in the university would be where the sniper would be , the tables were of very weak material . This was the perfect trap.

 

[Neivon]

The check up to simply go inside the university was all too dissenting. Ironically enough, his relic received more scans than Neivon. It was to be expected though as much as Neivon knew. His past encounters told him practically no one - with the exclusion of all those dead people involved - knew of this thing. The mercenary knew it was his ticket to finding the Shadow Guard, but he needed tools to do so. Perhaps the key was the force, as Neivon saw was pracitcally the dependent use by those scientists. Using a Sith to help further understand a knowledge. But they weren't using it as a map. It was more or less as a way to combine incompatible species. Tools to help track down anything similar would certainly help. Neivon passed multiple corridors, he managed to smuggle in his weapons, since they spent so much time going over his relic, they hardly noticed him. They even invited him to their main facility to help figure it out. The bounty hunter came upon a large room, no doubt it was the laboratory they wanted him to go to.

"Good evening sir," There was a woman who awaited the bounty hunter. She wore the standard lab coat and Alderaanian emblem. "If you will please follow me?"

Neivon looked down at his relic than back out the woman. "Lead the way." The place was larger than Neivon anticipated for something dedicated to only research. He couldn't help but think the amount of credits that went into this place. He was led towards a group of people who were arguing over who knew what.

"I tell you that piece would fit best towards the upper part of the pottery, even if it gave the bowl an odd shape, it makes them most sense there!" The cathar was certainly the loudest.

"You have it wrong Dr. Ragbeed, the piece would obviously fit here, in the most logical way." A kaminoan countered.

Man, Neivon thought. There's certainly some diversity here. The mercenary never would have pictured seeing so many different species in a university, and on Alderaan for that matter. The planet was heavily populated by humans, as if Neivon didn't already feel out of place enough.

"Excuse me, Dr. Ragbeed and Dr. Fius, you have a guest. They have something rather interesting to share."

Neivon looked at these scientists, they had quite the intimidating demeanor to them, no doubt they didn't care that Neivon wore battle armor. It didn't exactly allowed the mercenary to feel comfort in it, though. "I uh, have something that needs to be looked at." Neivon showed them the relic, their eyes glowed with sudden interest. "All I know is that it's some sort of map, but to where? I don't know."

"It's certainly some sort of find." The only human scientist at the table said. "It's doesn't seem reminisicent of much of anything. Doesn't look of Sith or Jedi origin. Dr. K'Maek'Araquia, what do you think?" The scientist handed it over to an Araquian, who had been sitting at the table without much of a word since Neivon arrived.

"The force around it is very interesting, It's not Sith, but the darkside is certainly there. Tell me, hunter, where did you find this?" The Araquian looked towards Neivon, the other scientists did the same. It seemed the scientist was a respected individual here, and fluent in the force too.

"The story is quite complicated..." Neivon was hesitant to give them the details, so he tried explaining the story in the most basic way possible. The scientists looked, or at least pretended to look intrigued.

"Very strange, hunter, how about you leave this to us. We'll call for you if we find anything. You can find out number within the holopages." The Araquian showed Neivon out. Guess as always, he would need to wait, he wonder what he could do on this planet. The Mandalorian exited the building, heading straight for the wilderness. Perhaps he could kill time by going on a hunt.

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[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Neivon"]

A blast was fired from the snipers weapon, his scope was aimed at an ankle joint , to disable mobility . It was a low probability shot to make, but wthis was no ordinary marksmen, he took the shot with confidence . He had inhaled and exhaled, after firing the shot, notified authorities not to get involved, and purposly to the shot when the target was entering the wilderness. Their were not enough factors that would get in his way, he would go after the sod before somone else could . "You dont have a right to wear that armor darmada scum." , he spoke into the local channel that the target was most likely using. The snipers position was well hidden but not so far away from Nevion . The hunter sat up on a tree , 7 miles away from the bastard , the keshian was relentless, and with his ability to see in the infrared spectrum's, and ultraviolet spectrum's with his eyes, along with the more normal spectrum's, the enemy would not have many areas to hide.

 

[Neivon]

Neivon felt a shot hit him right in his ankle. It broke through his armor, so it must've been one of those Sith Killing rounds. He cursed to himself. He couldn't put names to who might want him dead, but there was that incident with the Gjallarhorn. Although the round didn't puncture skin the fragments from his ankle was cutting through his ankle. Cursing to himself, Neivon activated his jetpack. Whoever attacked him, he wasn't about to let them have a chance to get him. Luckily, they didn't go for his head. So the bounty on him must be worth more alive. Neivon twirled in the air as he activated his jetpack. He could hear gasps from a distance, then clapping. They probably thought it was a sky show. Something that unsurprised him about Nar Shaddaa and their nobles. But Neivon did the twirling to make him a difficult target in the air. Even if he was feeling a little sick. He headed further into woodlands, believing he would have an advantage there as an Ex-Mandalorian-In-Honor. He heard yelling after him, but was unable to put out what they were saying due to how far he was. Hopefully this person was your typical bounty hunter. Not some sort of tree hugger.

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[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

The target was twirling in the air , what the darmada did not realize was the the warrior would slowly crawl toward the fleeing target, , he did not need a scope to follow the target. The heat signatures from the jetpack were enough to follow for miles. "He certainly loved making himself vomit." , the mandalorian whispered to himself. The jetpack may be farther away , but that didn't matter, all he needed to do was stalk his target, follow his prey, he was going to capture the pretender . It would soon be night time, and that jet pack did not have unlimited fuel, the athlete continued crawling using the high ground to slowly continue approaching the target. There was complete silence , complete silence is what would scare the kark out of anyone. Having a particularly lethal mandalorian sniper that can see them running away , would not be comforting for anyone. Not hearing the keshian speak but only once? Was even worse. [member="Neivon"]

 

[Neivon]

Neivon landed a good distance away from civilization. Turning off his jetpack, he began to grapple through the woodland, hoping he wouldn't hit a tree. Then again, he had experience doing this kind of thing. Quite recently even, on Dxun. Finding specific animals to then take their blood samples would've been too blasted slow otherwise. The jungle then gave way to grasslands. What covered the majority of the planet. Assuming his target was a sniper from the shot he received, Neivon limped as quickly as possible, trying to hide himself within the grass as he did so.

He still had questions on why this person was chasing him. Considering their persistence they must be a bounty hunter. But Neivon wasn't that well known in the world to even have Manka Cats know who he was. As the grasslands became lower, he crouched down within the grass, finally resting. He traveled what? 34 miles already? It surprised him how much air he still had left in his lungs.

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[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Neivon"]

Slowly, but surely , the snipers persistence would not get the best of him, it was night time . Despite the speed of the target, the hunter was only 5 miles behind they chase had lasted at least 40 miles . But the keshian was an elite athlete , something that many couldn't claim, his endurance allowed him to keep up with the target and close distance when the enemy finally stopped moving. It looked like the being had the ability to hide himself , from infrared spectrum's and ultraviolet spectrum's, but there was a small problem, he left a blood trail, it looks like the wound didnt cauterize when he got shot , and from thee signs of movement he was limping . This was perfect , and his jet pack was metal, like the rest of his armor was metal, giving heat signatures of their own , whispering in his comm on the same channel his target was using "I see you !..." , pausing for moment "Vod . We can do this the hard way, or the easy way! " , he aimed his sights into the armor joint of the socket of the humerus bone, the place between the shoulder and the arm a place commonly unprotected to allow mobility , and a place the would be god awful for a plasma bolt to hit. He was in prone position in the grass as it moved carelessly about, the keshian slowly breathed on his comm , it was a tactic he used to mask himself as a psycho , during hunts thats who he was, only when he was with his loved ones, or in combat was he stable, but as a bounty hunter, hunting dangerous people , he needed to act this way . If he didnt he would have died by now.

 

[Neivon]

Not desiring to stay as a lame duck, Neivon activated his energy shield. He waited silently in the grass, hearing someone over his comfeed. He was speaking in basic, but was certainly also speaking in Mando'a. Not only that they called him vod. They were certainly mandalorian, and it seemed they knew he was a mandalorian-in-honor. Or that's at least what Neivon assumed. Still hiding within the grass, Neivon responded on his com, retracing the signal. "Just who the blast is this?" He doubted they would reveal their name or clan. Even if they did call him vod. Neivon abandoned the clans after all. He didn't want to put up with the fact he let his clanmates die by those omni.

Neivon asked another questions. "What is it you that you want?" But that question probably answered itself. But there are many factors though. They could simple desire the money, or maybe Neivon himself became a target by the clans for some sort of hunt. He heard stories of how mandalorians put a bounty on a clanmember named Jicoln Cadera when he was young. A story that was supposed to keep him from leaving the clans. That hardly did much good.

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