The Lost Assassin - Introduction of Yuroic Xeraic

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic lifted himself from bed, he looked at the time and sighed deeply. Ruffling his short black, he groaned as he looked down and noticed a large bruise from the previous night where he was leaping on rooftops misjudged the distance, falling on his side. He shook his head, he was getting better at the tasks, he didn't get caught before the kill as often as he did before but he couldn't yet make his clean getaways.

Yuroic walked over to his storage container, placing his hand upon it and opening the container, revealed inside were his white robes, simple but they weren't the strongest of armour, he did have a dursteel armour he wore underneath but he always found himself reluctant to wear it as he found it difficult to be as quite and as agile as he was without it.

He pulled the clothing out and placed it to one side, grabbing some soothing lotion he had "acquired" from a medical facility not too far from him. He applied it to his side and took a sharp breath, the lotion was deeply cold against his very warm blood as he finished applying it, he returned the lotion in his storage container. Realising that his new target was arriving to this area of Nar Shaddaa, Yuroic donned his assassin clothing with a full head breathing mask which meant that he could enter any area or cantina without hurting himself due to the toxic air.

He grabbed his blaster pistol, several grenades, a vibrosword and his old practice saber which he stole when he ran away from the Jedi Order. Although the practice saber couldn't be used to kill someone Yuroic felt more like a Jedi with it on him. He stepped out of his makeshift apartment, which was previous an empty storage unit, he had busted the door so it wouldn't open from inside or out, meaning he had to use the ventilation shaft. He did this so as to make his hideout impossible to locate or access by enemies or curious slicers.

Dropping from the exit point of the shaft Yuroic landed on his feet, he took a deep breath of the moon's filtered air before moving into the shadows and using his weak Force powers to locate his target.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

The heat had died down from her heist of Nar Shaddaa's golden Hutt statue -- a complex affair involving two Forcers, a quarter-kilometre plasma jet, and some specialized mining tractor beams. Schlllurp. So it had been a couple of years since she'd been back to what she privately considered the best world in the 'verse.

Not least because of its accessibility to those who understood access.

She had none of the Force strength that had made her family the masters of speed and strength, but she could push herself harder than any of them, and her complex relationship with time had its benefits. Like now, as she pinwheeled her way across a fifty-story chasm, with only moments to catch the washline. Her Thorn of Ryloth hookblade, traditional in the Rekali clan, snapped out to snag the line, and her body weight dropped onto her shoulder. Her forward momentum maintained, she twisted the hookblade and cut the line. She fell in a shower of laundry, struck a grimy flat surface of indeterminate purpose, and rolled out the impact from right shoulder to left hip.

A level up, someone was moving fast. She moved to pursue.

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic moved quickly through the narrow alleys and hauled himself up the buildings onto their rooftops where he could move more freely as his cloak flapped at his legs. When he reached the refugee sector, he found himself at a pause, there was something off. He couldn't tell what was the problem but he could feel a looming presence but it wasn't something that he was convinced that endangered his mission, though he had been wrong more times than he cared to count about these things but he knew that his target was only in the refugee sector for a limited space of time, the target was going to move onto another region or possibly their guarded space station, in which Yuroic would lose his opportunity.

As he slowed down to a quick walk, crouched slightly and clinging desperately to the walls as he moved he sensed that his target was not too far away, he could feel the fact that they were somewhere in one of the large apartment complexes. Yuroic knew that this was where they threatened refugees for protection fees and demanded slave work, the idea of this angered Yuroic deeply but he suppressed his anger turning into focus for him to move quietly as he moved to the apartments. Unfortunately he was so focussed on the guards that were standing outside the building he didn't see anything that was in his peripheral vision and stumbled noisy into the large trash bins in an alleyway.

Frozen by fear of being heard Yuroic stared nervously at the guards who mumbled to themselves thinking it was just some rats scuttling around, taking a deep breath finally Yuroic restarted his movement slowly to the guards, still not taking in his surroundings as he found himself staring at the guards, pleading that they did not notice him until it was too late for them.

( [member="Alec Rekali"] )

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

She tracked the shadow, mostly by gut, occasionally by footprint, all the way to a slumlord's squat in the refugee sector. In this day and age, the refugees were mostly Republic citizens, on the run from the One Sith since the fall of Teta, Coruscant, and the once-rebuilt Alderaan. Nar Shaddaa had been under Republic administration until fairly recently, and resentment, discrimination, violence had all found a place in the relationship between the locals and the refugees. Even if some of those refugees had been here for years.

As a result, not too many people, and most of them offworlders, were willing to stand up for the refugees when rents got to gouging level. So when she spotted a man apparently intent on a stealth takedown of the two guards by the slumlord's door, Alec's curiosity flared up. She contemplated stealing his kill, but today that wasn't her style. So she loitered more or less convincingly, threw an eyebrow and a grin at the guards, and played the distraction so Xeraic could get close enough to end them.

 

[WelshPsych]

He noticed that a woman had distracted the guards somewhat, he was curious why she was helping him but then again he couldn't be sure that she was at all. He was focussed on achieving his goal of taking down these guards who were notorious for beating refugees who failed to pay protection fees or any other extortions that his target invented.

He withdrew his practice saber and his vibrosword out ready to take them down, he rose to his near full height before thrusting the sword through the chest of one guard then clutching his saber with his two hands, he grunted as he took down the second, knocking him out with a second bash to the head. He pulled his blade from the now deceased first guard and wiped the blood off before falling to one knee and looting their bodies for any goods that he could use.

Yuroic placed his hand on a dagger shaped weapon and pulled it out, grinning underneath his mask as he was now able to at least attempt less high profile kills such as he had just performed. He tucked dagger into his belt before gesturing a thanks to the lady and heading into the apartment complex. He needed to find his target somewhere in the building.

([member="Alec Rekali"])

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

The practical side of her both approved and disapproved of the looting. People noticed that kind of thing, and it slowed you down. But she'd stolen enough baubles and wallets in her time that she couldn't judge. A girl had to eat. The artistic side of her, now...that side said he should have stuck to the momentum of the fight, moved on inside before they even knew they were dead.

She met his eyes for a moment. As the door shut behind him, she loped into a nearby alley and scaled a dumpster, aiming for a piece of alum mesh someone had used as a mold for plaster repairs. Her gloved fingers hooked the mesh and bit into the crumbling plaster beneath. She hauled herself up to the side, got her toe on a windowsill, and inched her way up to reach another. This one got her full attention, both hands on the frame. She pulled herself up and perched on the sill, pulling out her ostrine-alloy brass knuckles. The first punch supercooled the window, and spiderwebbed it with cracks; the second and third made the security inlay brittle enough that she could barge through into the second floor bathroom.

 

[WelshPsych]

He crept inside the complex, watching out for the lights and aiming for the low lighted areas, the first floor was clear of any opponents. He slowly walked up the stairs and heard several voices approaching the stairs. The voices were hushed and they were panicky as they raced down the stairs, they froze when they saw Yuroic slowly walking up the stairs. He placed his index finger to the air filters in his mask.

They nodded their heads with then more hushed whispers as they rush down the stairs. Yuroic moves almost silently up the stairs and pinned himself to the wall. He saw a Rodian snarling at a Twi'lek refugee and pointing a pistol at their head. Yuroic aimed his pistol at the Rodian's head and used a single shot to blasted their head.

He then moved carefully and patted down the Rodian while the Twi'lek looks gapingly at Yuroic. Keep calm. Now you need to leave, there should be a safe house for Republic refugees on the over side of this sector. Sending him away as he moves forward knowing his target is not too far away from him now if the Rodian was threatening refugees.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

A single blaster shot percolated through the walls. Dry rot conducted sound pretty well. Alec's boots crunched on frozen, low-grade transparisteel as she hopped down from the windowsill to the toilet. Minimal noise, but more than she'd like.

She drew her sidearm, a low-profile blaster, and slipped around the corner just outside the 'fresher. A double row of doorways, some barred only by a hanging sheet, concealed a few dozen refugees and an unknown number of hostiles.

A number that might or might not include the masked man. Blaster up, she hunted for him. He could, all things considered, have shot anyone, or been shot himself.

 

[WelshPsych]

([member="Alec Rekali"])

Yuroic knew that the blaster sound would bring questions as he moved forward, with the blaster in his left hand he withdrew the newly looted dagger as he approached another Rodian. The Rodian was engrossed in stealing from a storage container to notice Yuroic, who decided to take the opportunity to slip past him.

Yuroic then knew that there was only one place left that his target could be hidden, pressing himself against the door Yuroic waited to hear noise from the inside. As he heard scuffling of feet inside, he sliced the door easily as the security on the door was very basic as Yuroic entered he noticed the Quarren holding a young woman with a blaster to her head.

So what will you do now Assassin. Let me go or let this innocent woman die? The Quarren laughed deeply thinking that he had won this situation over Yuroic who was looking at the woman thinking of how he could save he while not losing his target. This Quarren was too important to the Exchange to lose him now.