Myles Vylumnar
No gods, no masters
IMAHALYAN
OBJECTIVE: Eliminate target.
Myles crouched along his perch, eyes peering through binoculars. He watched from afar, studying and planning his next move. This was the biggest job he'd ever taken- and he refused to fail. The cash-in was fairly large, and so far no official bounty was set. His target was, after all, royalty. He spent days studying his target, waiting for the right moment. He was like a stalker, hunting his prey through the tallgrass. Today was the day. Today would be the day the predator pounced.
Myles lowered his hand, stuffing the binocular in his pack. Surrounding him were branches and rustling leaves as the silent wind whistled. The night sky howled at him, shadily lit in moonlight. He was perched atop the trees, just out of sight from the bustling city below him. His target was some kilometers away, upon another hilltop overlooking the capital. Foolish of her, to live alone.
They were just outside the city, in the hills. This was necessary for him to reach his target without drawing attention, and it would provide him the means of getting past security. This way, he just had to literally go around them. He carried his rifle slung over his shoulder, his supplies in a duffle bag at his side. He marched along, days of anticipation amounting to this. He'd planned it out strategically in his head, perfecting everything mentally. All that was left was to act it out.
Finally, he came upon the quiet residence of his prey. Quaint, for royalty. Odd for someone with that kind of status to live in such simplicity... But he musn't let little quirks distract him. Myles realigned his focus, preparing to assassinate his sleeping victim. It would have to be quiet, un-noticed by the masses. In, and out. Just like that.
His target was sleeping, and living alone. How convenient... After scouting around the small, quaint home, Myles cut off the power. The outage would likely wake them up, so he had to act quick. He reached into his duffle bag, pulling out a handful of small metal capsules.
Windows shattered in the home, being bombarded with small capsule-like devices. Within seconds, they released a cloudy gas which fogged the entire home. It was enough to wake up his target, but that didn't matter. Myles equipped his blaster rifle and kicked through the bedroom door. He could not see his target, but his target could also not see him.
"Nheeso Ghanash sends his regards..."
Myles began firing loosely into the room, spraying everywhere to kill his target. What he didn't know, was that [member="Stardust Raxis"] was a force user. More importantly, a lightsaber wielder who could deflect his blaster bolts.
OBJECTIVE: Eliminate target.
Myles crouched along his perch, eyes peering through binoculars. He watched from afar, studying and planning his next move. This was the biggest job he'd ever taken- and he refused to fail. The cash-in was fairly large, and so far no official bounty was set. His target was, after all, royalty. He spent days studying his target, waiting for the right moment. He was like a stalker, hunting his prey through the tallgrass. Today was the day. Today would be the day the predator pounced.
Myles lowered his hand, stuffing the binocular in his pack. Surrounding him were branches and rustling leaves as the silent wind whistled. The night sky howled at him, shadily lit in moonlight. He was perched atop the trees, just out of sight from the bustling city below him. His target was some kilometers away, upon another hilltop overlooking the capital. Foolish of her, to live alone.
They were just outside the city, in the hills. This was necessary for him to reach his target without drawing attention, and it would provide him the means of getting past security. This way, he just had to literally go around them. He carried his rifle slung over his shoulder, his supplies in a duffle bag at his side. He marched along, days of anticipation amounting to this. He'd planned it out strategically in his head, perfecting everything mentally. All that was left was to act it out.
Finally, he came upon the quiet residence of his prey. Quaint, for royalty. Odd for someone with that kind of status to live in such simplicity... But he musn't let little quirks distract him. Myles realigned his focus, preparing to assassinate his sleeping victim. It would have to be quiet, un-noticed by the masses. In, and out. Just like that.
His target was sleeping, and living alone. How convenient... After scouting around the small, quaint home, Myles cut off the power. The outage would likely wake them up, so he had to act quick. He reached into his duffle bag, pulling out a handful of small metal capsules.
Windows shattered in the home, being bombarded with small capsule-like devices. Within seconds, they released a cloudy gas which fogged the entire home. It was enough to wake up his target, but that didn't matter. Myles equipped his blaster rifle and kicked through the bedroom door. He could not see his target, but his target could also not see him.
"Nheeso Ghanash sends his regards..."
Myles began firing loosely into the room, spraying everywhere to kill his target. What he didn't know, was that [member="Stardust Raxis"] was a force user. More importantly, a lightsaber wielder who could deflect his blaster bolts.