Things did not go as planned

[Skosk Fett]

Planet:Coruscant

Location:Criminal underworld

Black market section


The planet is under control of the galactic alliance officially, but deep underground was a different story. Recently, a witch had been stirring up trouble, and was causing a few unaffiliated crime lords to join her. The witch was obviously a force user, that must feel the need to have superstition involved with her voodoo . That was Skosk's opinion of many force sensitives, he had no idea he was one. The warrior was not assigned on a campaign anywhere at the moment, he was not off in some distant battle crushing the enemies of manda'lor. Today he was pursuing a bounty for this , hybrid enchani chiss. Although his target was visually appealing to him, he had to bring her in dead , or alive. With force users , he couldn't take risks ; He needed a blood sample to prove her death.


That's what the plan was at least, the menacing giant was in full Beskar gear. For this mission he would be using his m-29 grenade launcher , using a special force breaker gas grenade( http://starwarsrp.net/topic/1234-forcebreaker-gas-grenade/) that unleashed a powerful toxin that would weaken a force users ability to use the force, and cause them to hallucinate. The toxin can last four hours against humanoid force users , he would also be bringing his Beskar Trench knife, in order to finish off enemies up close, and potentially the witch. He brought three clips worth of force breaker grenades, and five clips of impact explosive grenades. Each clip had a capacity of fifteen grenades each. This was more then enough to take this would be queen of the underworld, and any cronies who serve her.

The crowds of notorious scum were everywhere, buying and selling illegal weapons, drugs, and other various items. The red armored , six foot four, muscular giant towered over everyone. This inspired fear, his T-visor helmet scanned the area looking for her, many running in fear away from the mando. He was merely silent ,navigating through the many running in fear.He was here following a rumor that the bounty , would be here to settle a deal with a local arms dealer. His first clip consisted of the impact frag rounds, he was ready to mount up some terror.
@ Sol Ordana

 

[Sol Ordana]

One last, halitosis-laced breath escaped the fat slug's gaping mouth as Sol's extended Bilari electro-chain whip, an exotic weapon she'd pried off the hands of a lonely guard, hummed and sparked around its fat neck. Light scalding marks, indicative of burning, were left on the Hutt's body as it lurched forward, and the smaller, blue-skinned woman stepped back from the elevated, cushioned seat and turned back to grab the rest of her effects and leave.

She was wearing little more than a dancer's garb tonight, and a physique and set of facial features that would make even Twi'leks and Zeltron blush with envy, it was child's play to entice the Huttslug to get the two of them alone, away from the armed guards, and with none of the Hutt's usual tricks to threaten her. Other things considered, the rest of the work was a simple matter of placing small bribes to guards (like hiding the whip behind the pillows, for example), charming higher ranking henchmen (to turn the other way), slipping a little toxin into a few drinks (to eliminate harder obstacles), and hiring a few mercenaries to cover her backside. As she robed up again and patted her clothing off, she couldn't help but shake her head as she picked up a datapad laying next to the Hutt, broke into its holding accounts with a special computer spike she'd procured from a shady vendor days before, and transferred the entirety of the Hutt's liquid wealth, a modest sum of merely 10 million credits after the mercenaries' cuts, into three specially prepared proxy accounts that she'd close soon after taking the money. Joy sung in her lightning blue eyes as she then balled her hand into a fist, and smashed the datapad's screen; throwing it at the far wall of the quarters as she spoke into a little comm device on one of her bracelets.

"Pack it up, boys. Let's clean our tracks", she said in her sultry, stoic voice. Three hired guns, all near-humans from a minor gang she had ties with, remained on lookout around the apartment complex as Sol did her dirty work inside; with one of them was a trigger to several permacrete detonators acquired from a rival Hutt carefully planted around the compound to level it and make the whole thing look like an inside job. She liked to keep both the authorities and the underworld guessing, and in her craft Sol was undoubtedly one of the masters - subterfuge, espionage, deception and cloak and dagger tactics.

"Copy that. Fireworks in 2.", a reply came through the secure channel, in a notably Mandalorian accent. A second one then, chimed in with a ping for added urgency. "We've got company." It was the lookout on watch from a balcony on the other side of the street, overlooking the streets below. The mercenary, an Echani gun for hire, toggled a small lapel-mounted camera on his person and sent a real-time feed to Sol, who was now making her way for one of the backdoor exits to the apartment.

As she pulled out her handheld projector, the image of [member="Skosk Fett"], in his full Mandalorian suit and load-out, flickered to life before her. "Well hello there", Sol mumbled as she quickly put it away, walking past the bodies of several guards her henchmen had already taken care of on their way out ahead of her. "Does he have a name?"

"Negative. We don't have anything on him. Probably not from here."

Sol's facial expression soured lightly as she finally exited from one of the side alley doors used by the Hutt's servants. "He's a nobody. Meet up at the RZ in a day. Make yourselves scarce and secure your payments. We're leaving this dump." And just a few seconds later, the entire apartment complex lit up in a ball of plasma-charged fire, with flames and blasted shards of glass blasting out of the plasteel glass windows and onto the streets below.

And so amidst the chaos and panic, Sol vanished into the crowd, walking at moderate pace with the fleeing throngs of underworld citizens as she too fled the area, now also watching if anyone else was onto her.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Sol Ordana"]

The Hunter had seen the explosion, BOOM! The demolitions expert appreciated the art of this dangerous fireworks show, he was obviously too late to find her in the rumored complex. While most beings on average were taller, he however was able to spot a women with the exact height of the female. Years of hunting targets had helped hone him in finding his targets ,in crowds. Her hair was blonde , she matched the height/weight, check, and she was a female. Many beings were fleeing the explosion, but it was no coincidence that she was running away with a similar description. The mandalorian couldn't help but feel attraction towards the nymph, the reports did not do her justice.


Had this explosion tactic been employed against a mediocre hunter, who was not trained to spot such a beauty , it would of distracted him. But, Skosk was no ordinary hunter, he was a siege expert, and was used to seeing countless explosions in battle. His Yellow eyes gleamed through the T-visor view of his helmet, the target was a go , Switching out his clip for a force breaker clip he fired in the general direction of the perceived witch . "Not today witch." ​, he said hastily. The grenades rapidly were fired from the launcher, until all fifteen rounds were in her vicinity. The crowd was not mandalorian, there were no vod (friends) in the area. He cared not for what happened to these outsiders, and was willing to harm countless souls to get to her. Some members in the crowd would suffer hallucinations , but more importantly "Sol" would. The walking individual better start running for her life, the mandalorian would not accept the defeat of last time when hunting a target.

The masculine figure had no fear, and would not relent . The amount of gas invoked fear in the crowd, cry's and screams of innocent beings and thugs alike would plague the area. The area had become a warzone , in the matter of minutes. The menacing giant moved forward, jogging slowly, in order to conserve energy. With his armor on he would be four times the size of his target, however with all that heavy equipment it had made him slower. The brute was like a mobile tank, shoving and ramming through the mist,however he still was slower as a result of only jogging. In the crowd, his eyes were locked onto her. The misty environment was hard to navigate through, the warrior had switched to infrared vision in his helmet , and was locking onto the women's signature. He needed to keep his eyes on the smart nymph at all times. If she was smart enough to plan out the assault on the Hutt Complex, then she would be smart enough to give him a challenge.

 

[Sol Ordana]

My child, you must remember, the greatest power of a witch isn't by sword or spear, but by cloak and dagger.

Were Sol a Sirth or Dar'jed'aii, or any other witch for that matter, by now she would have spun on her heels and fought her pursuer. That wasn't her however, for Sol Ordana's strengths lay in her ability to manipulate, deceive and ultimately, betray. She'd been trained well by both witch and concubine alike, but really did not possess much in the way of combat. The normally sufficient Dathomirian methods of inflicting great pain, ensnaring and masking her own signature were not yet viable avenues of approach to the young initiate, whose skill set, again, lay elsewhere. In her blue to black garment and coat she now began to run, gracefully moving between people as she pulled her hood up - her electric blue eyes now glowing gems under the penumbra of her covered head.

The witch reached into her pocket to pull out a simple rebreather, familiar with the standard hunting tactics hit-men, mercenaries and bounty hunters used to close the distance with their prize. Around her she could begin to see people breaking into hysterical fits - it was some sort of nerve gas that altered the mind. Typical, but dangerous, she thought as she raised her her hand again and spoke into her comm bracelet. "Any of you boys still there?", she barked under heavy breath as she saw one of the grenades land proximal to her and seem to go out like a dud, but she knew better. She was actually beginning to get slightly dizzy and short of breath, and were it not for her rebreather, she would have already lost her mind by now.

I don't have any more time. Can't stay out in the open like this any longer or I'll be karked.

Sol picked up the pace and made for one of the nearby alleys perpendicular to the main street. After disappearing into the shadows, she quickly pulled out a small spike and hit one of the control panels of a storage facility at the ground floor entrance of another apartment complex, similar to the one she'd just sent to the Force. As she hurried through the opening gate, she quickly boarded the elevator that greeted her, and pressed the button that'd take her to the lowest storage space in the compound. She knew that by the time the elevator would come back up, the hunter would already be at the door.

I'm trapped down here.

Sol silenced the little dread that arose in her mind, closing her eyes for a moment and taken a deep sigh after removing her rebreather. As the elevator doors finally reached the lowest level, she stepped back out into a palely lit, cold storage space. The floor was wide, and large shelves with crates, containers and boxes of all kinds stacked them. She produced a small Westar 35 from a hidden side holster, and blasted the elevator's control panel before re-holstering her sidearm and disappearing into the dark shadows around the corners. After finding a suitable box to sit down on in almost all-consuming darkness, she closed her eyes, quickly drifted into a trance, and using her Mind Speech ability after finding the hunter's signature through the cloud of the Force, projected herself and spoke to him.

Many have come before you, armored one, who've tried to strike me down like a bursa beast. I wonder, will you be the one? Come, and let us find out.

The tides had turned. Now she was the hunter; like a spider that had woven its web to ensnare its prey, she now lay and waited - the fangs of her insidiousness ready to strike with a rancor far worse than death, or any concoction on Dathomir.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Sol Ordana"]

She had a karking rebreather, making his force grenades obsolete in this situation. He saw her head towards a storage complex similar to the one recently blown out of the water. Shoving violently those aside who were hallucinating , the relentless pursuer navigated slowly toward her. Why go to a dead end ? He wondered, upon walking to the door he saw the image of the beautiful babe, he drew his knife as she spoke to him " Many have come before you, armored one, who've tried to strike me down like a bursa beast. I wonder, will you be the one? Come, and let us find out." , attempting to stab the apparition, he made a quick swipe with his right hand across what seemed to be the witch.



The image disappeared, "Holy Kark!" ​, the muscular giant said. Contemplating his thoughts, she obviously was more powerful then he thought. With forcebreakers being obsolete with her rebreather mask, he would have to go in close and personal. While certainly surprised, these challenges were what the hunt was about. If this witch thought her words would scare him, she was sadly mistaken. He checked his corners walking toward the elevator, at least she had no back up it seemed. Skosk's head scanned the area, looking for traps of any kind. Each step , he took lightly, when dealing with powerful beings he had to be on full, red alert. The well lit hallway would not be as well lit as the lower levels of the complex. The elevator was broken , most likely her doing , grumbling ​"That arueliti skank broke the elevators all the way down to the bottom floor!" ​.

Swiftly with his left hand he punched the wall to his right with his left hand, easily smashing a large hole into the wall.He had to contemplate a strategy. His brute strength seemed almost limitless, elite, and while a great majority had to with the fact that he is an elite athlete. The force without his knowledge, made him double his expected shape, strength, and power, and helped him maintain this easier then any other individual. He was already overwhelmingly strong, but with the force, he was inconceivably stronger. Skosk had to of at least been in the top 3 percent or higher amongst sentient beings.The champion would have to rely on his training as a wrestler, and his physical advantage in hopes of beating the force user.

Peering below, the Fett would be forced to climb down, the shaft was a long way down. Dark, quite , deep , and unwelcoming. Unfortunately for the hunter ,even with the zabrak's raw strength and power ,the climb would drain a small chunk of his energy for the coming encounter. Before climbing, his bucye would scream, ​"You cant hide from me witch! Prepare!"​. The echos of his voice were all that made noise in the shaft, the witch would have plenty of time as it would take him awhile to get down below. If she wanted any chance of making it out of this, she would formulate a strategy to beat the mandalorian. The question would be, would that be a enough? Meanwhile , the climber was now also thinking of a strategy.

 

[Sol Ordana]

Sol remained seated in her full lotus position atop the munitions container as she continued to telepathically monitor [member="Skosk Fett"]'s progress. Her attempt to stall and buy herself some time had failed - the brute was climbing down the elevator shaft and was now talking back to her. The audacity. Her fists balled a little tighter as they rest atop her folded legs, her head still bowed beneath her hood as her eyes rolled up and back into her sockets as she continued in her trance. Sol could already her the clanking of steel as her much larger, heavier pursuer descended the shaft and made his way down. Her options were running out.

From a practical perspective, she alone wouldn't be able to cast a control sphere - even an elder witch would struggle with that. Sol didn't have the necessary skills to ambush him down here, or the equipment to set up a trap. She didn't have any more detonators or grenades on her anymore, and the witch was pretty sure that a single Westar wasn't going to stop a juggernaut the likes of him. She'd need another plan.

Alright, the bluffing didn't work. So, we do this the old way.

"You cant hide from me witch! Prepare!"

Sol shook her head and opened her eyes with a chuckle. She hadn't come across an individual with banter this boisterous since she snagged that poor exploratory squad back on Concorde Dawn. Still, the blueskin wasn't about to underestimate a fully armored and heavily armed bounty hunter. Now, if she was going to do this properly, she'd have to find a way to get into his head. The standard alien's mind, as she'd come to learn over the years, was quite fragile, and infinitely malleable - regardless of how hard the outer shell seemed to be. She decided to telepathically reach out to the descending assailant again, this time even extracting his name from the banks of his memory:

Oh, Skosk of Fett, I was ready the moment you followed me down here. Tell me, bounty hunter, how many witches have you downed before? Am I any different? I like to think I am.

The tone in her voice changed now as well. She effected a more sultry, seductive tone, even in her telepathic projection towards Skosk.

 

[Skosk Fett]

As a mercenary, during his time working for the consortium he had to kill many lower tiered force users. However , he had never encountered a Dathomir Witch. The climb would be a struggle for athletes due to the length of the tunnel and the amount of heavy gear Skosk was carrying , most would take at least three hours to get safely down.Thirty minutes had passed by and the juggernaut was on pass to get down the shaft in another hour, his shape was the shape of a wrestler, well conditioned, strong, and durable. The force amplified these features, he could continue hustling downward."Oh, Skosk of Fett, I was ready the moment you followed me down here. Tell me, bounty hunter, how many witches have you downed before? Am I any different? I like to think I am." ​, her seductive voice was distracting. In the pitch black, alone, she could play these mind games on him there was plenty of time for her to work her magic on him.


Why was her voice so seductive? Why was she so attractive to him ? He had to focus, ​"The quicker ,the better. The quicker , the better. The quicker, the better." ​, he needed to distract himself. True warriors fought on their terms, not on others, mandalorians were true warriors. They were a culture of family, duty, composure,of strength, and of war. This was a mental test, one the descending mountain intended to win. However ,the hallucinations , the voice she had ,was appealing. While he had a job to do in taking her out, part of the mandalorian wanted her. Not just physically, but there was a certain respect he had for her. Sol was cunning, smart, and had initiative to succeed. This initiative was a quality Skosk had possessed himself, its this exact quality that drove him to become a full fledged mandalorian. "Ignore this." ​, he said to himself as he continued climbing at a quicker pace.


The muscular brute was trying to think of how to take her out, but part of him was thinking about taking her alive. What if he did not have to kill her? The conflict continued, he would not let her free. No matter how low the bounty, he always took his contracts seriously. The Hunter believed that ones word meant everything, in his eyes when one says something will be done ,he/she ought to do it. Those that couldn't , deserved no respect in the yellow eyed beings code. From time to time, the conflicted individual would look right to left, he needed to check his corners at all time. He knew little what this witch could do to him, could she force jump ? Was this a mistake ? His mind was sharp , he had to be ready for whatever would happen during the climb.

[member="Sol Ordana"]

 

[Sol Ordana]

Over time, the metal thumping from the elevator shaft grew louder and louder as [member="Skosk Fett"] descended closer to the elevator resting at the bottom. Sol could hear it, and by now she gleefully awaited for those doors to spring open - her powers fully focused and her vitality restored after some brief meditation, Curato Salva the Jedi would have called it, which allowed her to quickly flush out the Forcebreaker gas from her system. It was an irony of sorts, considering the gas was meant to subdue Force-wielding combatants, but since she had only inhaled small trace amounts of it, she remained strong enough to expunge it via Force ability. A small, toothless smile danced about her pale blue skin, her electric blue irises narrowing as she straightened her back. Sol continued to mentally project herself unto the Mandalorian, whom by now she realized seemed to have some connection to the Force, but evidently not something he'd explored yet. Via her powers of Force-boosted empathy, reading him, even from this distance, was easy.

"You know, it would be easier if you just admitted that you aren't going to kill me. I can already feel the doubt in your mind. Think of how much happier you'd be if you changed your mind." An almost wraith-like hand seemed to rest on Skosk's shoulder as he descended further, and a phantom-like face vaguely resembling hers floated by his ear, whispering in a cold, soft but alluring tone that only a ghost longing for life again could. Naturally however he'd feel nothing, as it was all a projection at the hands of the witch.

"All your life you've been running after criminals and wanted men. Doesn't that get tiring? Don't you sometimes feel that you just want to let go?", a haunting remark, considering he was in the middle of a climb. "Let go, Skosk, I'll catch you."

And although it may have seemed like she was merely toying with him, it was part of a greater plan. Sol knew that to truly dominate a mind, or at the very least put it into a vulnerable state where it would be highly susceptible to suggestion, it would have to let her witchcraft in itself - not necessarily complete submission, but at least doubt itself enough to leave a few cracks in the will for her to stick her malevolent fingers into, as poison seems through the crevices of a freshly cut wound.

After all, witchcraft was an art, and Sol the intuitive artist.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Sol Ordana"]

The zabrak lost focus for a mere second , seeing the echani-chiss's light blue skin, her beautiful eyes. The slim, shorter , and smaller body accompanied with the soft spoken, alluring voice was enough for anyone to lose focus. However, while the fall would not kill him, it would certainly stun him for several minutes before being able to get to his feet. He had thirty more minutes to go, all he had to do was keep it together. He was wasting time, but he had little to no choice it seemed. ​"I wont kill you, but I wont fall either witch. " ​, the hunter said . This was disturbing for him, part of him knew this would only encourage her advances in his mind. The beauty he saw in her , was envious , he thought about her in ways he shouldn't . He felt his mind was close to breaking, close to being able to be cracked. He had to resist, he must, this female being was stalling him. He had stopped in place to look at her, this expended more energy that he could be using for the coming encounter. He did not know how long he had been hanging in place, his body was starting to feel that burn.

While this was a good workout that would surely make him stronger in his grip down the road, like he really needed it. This must of been apart of her plan, she needed him tired, to even stand a chance. While if he had been climbing without any interruption he would not be as gassed, because he was being distracted, his form was off, making the climb tougher on just his upper body instead of it being distributed through his whole body. This mess up , was directly in part due to the witch distracting him. He hated having his mind tampered with, while her beautiful voice was comforting this was a place for him. ​"If I agreed to talk to you, would you stop fiddling with my mind ?" ​, his intentions were clear. The warrior wanted to stall , perhaps if she was tricked into thinking he would negotiate with her. Then the mind games would stop. Little did he know , she was telling the truth, and could very well understand his intentions . He thought that maybe his mind was harder to read for her, maybe that's why she needed to project herself to him.

While unknowingly he was wrong, and she could read his intentions. The masculine figure was confident this would work, he may not kill her, and she may have persuaded him using the force not too. But part of him wanted to not kill her too, he thought she was bluffing about knowing what his intentions and mind felt. The mandalorian was always distrustful of what force beings said, he believed all of them to be tricksters , and liars . Many force users were good and powerful with illusion, very few were actually as powerful as the witch herself. He climbed down again, slowly in order to get the form correctly again. Her charms were working on him, but not to the extent that she hoped, he was certainly not easily fooled.