When prey fights back {Nar Shaddaa, open to all}

[Syss Rembala]

Location: Nar Shaddaa​

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So much noise...and smells...and lights and movement. The Smuggler's Moon was busting with activity in every corner and the Mahanaim that stood silently against a dark wall could feel every single bit of it. She had had to wear ear plugs since the moment she set foot on the night-life filled moon to protect her sensitive eardrums from overload. No one wanted a headache bigger than the one that the boisterous and annoying locals provoked.

This was so different from the dangerous silence of Mahan, on so many levels. Not even the biggest creature there made as much noise as the smallest of pungent flies here. It had taken long hours to grow accustomed to but now, earplugs in place and mind cleared, Zikariss felt once again as comfortable as she would ever feel in a place like this. But she hadn't come here for the comfort.

She had been hired by a mysterious man she didn't knew much about and her objective was to track down, capture and bring back another man of whom she knew even less. She didn't make any more questions than the ones she deemed necessary. Her only intentions were to come, get the work done, get paid and leave to search for greener, and quieter, horizons. The target for of today's hunt was a human-Zeltron hybrid male with dark hair and a nasty scar on his face that had apparently stole something from her employer. He was also armed and dangerous. Still, her objective was to capture him and bring him back unharmed if possible...which of course, wasn't a possibility.

What she didn't know at first was that she was not going to be working alone. Apparently the boss really needed this man down and so hired more people to go search for him. People she had to meet right where she was, in a dark and desolate alley way next to a very active and suspicious looking night club in one of the most dangerous and less hospitable parts of Nar Shaddaa...if hospitality existed here to begin with.

[member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: ANXIOUS

Ghorua the Shark plodded along the dismal streets of Nar Shaddaa, wringing his large hands. The moon was a second home to the Herglic, as he enjoyed the atmosphere. The dark and dangerous things that conspired here made him feel better about himself. He still felt a bit nervous about the job he was taking on. He was told very little, but being a Bounty Hunter meant you didn't ask too many questions.

The ten-foot-tall monstrosity had little to fear of muggers, or thieves, but Ghorua still had to watch his back. He was a pretty big target, both literally and figuratively, after having collected on a beloved Republic Senator. But, considering his last string of bounties went bad, and his performance career hadn't blown up yet, he needed some form of income. Above all that, Ghorua was getting bored.

Ghorua checked his gear as he made it to the alley he was supposedly going to meet the rest of the Hunters. He wore his Koodan-Class armor, turning his already massive frame into a giant durasteel behemoth. Ghorua's blaster, the Spinster, hung on his back, ready to flip out and spin at a moment's notice. His two pistols, modified for his size, rested at his sides. On his bandolier, an assortment of grenades glimmered in the artificial lights of various shady bars and clubs. As always, a large vibroknife rested in a concealed sheath on his boot, just in case.

Walking into the dark alley, Ghorua saw, through his helmet, a young, pretty woman, waiting, looking slightly uncomfortable. Ghorua rolled his soldiers, raised his hands up to his helmets, and lifted it off of his head, revealing a large, round face, with cold black eyes. The Herglic had a bit of a smirk on his face as he sized her up. "Please tell me I'm in the right back alley," he said, his smile revealing rows of sharp teeth.

- [member="Zikariss Shyrat"] - [member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"] -

 

[Syss Rembala]

Zikariss, surprisingly, was not wearing her armor. Normally she wore it even when she wasn't on the job so her motives to not wearing it now were as dark as the vacuum of space itself. Time was going by and no one arrived, she wasn't getting impatient simply because she knew she had been there long before the hour that had been settled by the boss. She simply couldn't stand any longer wondering through Nar Shaddaa. She knew that doing that was only a good idea if you wanted to get in trouble. And she was already in for enough trouble for one night.

She was taken away from her thoughts when her sensitive ears caught the feeling of vibrations coming from the ground. At first she was surprised of having heard that taking in account she had the earplugs on, they usually hindered her ability to perceive these sound waves and she knew that something really noisy should have created them.

Progressively the vibrations grew stronger which meant that the source of them was getting closer and closer....and closer. It was getting near to her but she waited. After some minutes, a gigantic, armor-clad creature appeared in the alley way and approached her. She was very little in comparison to the great big bulking behemoth-like creature that stood in front of her. Zikariss eyed it cautiously. She didn't feel as fazed by the size of the being than by the fact that she didn't know him or what he was. She was accustomed to getting up close with creatures many times her size. The giant then proceeded to take away his helmet, she was sure three or four heads the size of hers would have comfortably got in there.

"Well apparently, you are" She answered, crossing her slim and muscular arms in front of her stomach as she kept her very light eyes on the enormous creature.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"]

 

[Yngvarr of Alkheim]

Nar Shadaa.

A bloody pisshole.




That's what Yngvarr always felt about this wretched moon. Yet, he always appreciated the few places that actually had some really decent alcohol. And alcohol can make the worse planet and ugliest woman look good. That was a fair arguement for the massive Valkyri as he strolled down the ever busy streets of the Smuggler's Moon. Donned in his armor which was barely seen by the massive cloak made of thick Vhaanir fur, Yngvarr was easily evaded by the citizens of Nar Shadaa. Valkyri's physical characterists were quite intimidating as it was, his angry looking facial expression and features along with the wild mane of a hair and beard added more points on his dreadful meter.

The mercenary was here for what reason he always came here - work. Some pink colored punk had to be captured, the money was good and the prey looked easy to catch. Armed and dangerous was his description but one would think twice when coming up against the fearsome ginger man that Yngvarr was. The veteran of Midvinter's recent civil war headed exactly for where the meeting with his employer was to be. Scratch that, not his employer but their. Yngvarr was supposed to work with a team.

As he basically marched through the back alley of a dirty night club, two figures stood. Well he barely saw one of the figures due to the massive creature infront of it. It was possibly a meter taller than the Valkyri. Now that was a rare specimen in the galaxy. Valkyri tend to be higher than one of the most prominent in height races - the Wookies. The armored beast was taking off its helmet when Yngvarr was passing by him. Fish faced. Absolute alien. Infront of the massive armored whale stood a jewel of the softer gender. The man already knew who that no one else would be in this alley apart from drunks and those two did not look one bit drunk.

" 'Ey, woulds ye look at 'at ? A fesh can an' a jewel of a lass." He grinned at the two while stopping in his tracks to stand beside them. "Ye here fur th' job arenae ye?"


[member="Zikariss Shyrat"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua nodded as the girl spoke to him. Something about the way this woman held herself told the Herglic she was more dangerous than she let on. She had to have been, considering he was here in the first place. Ghorua offered another smile. He was about to speak when he heard a voice behind him. Deep, and heavily accented. Turning his massive body, he saw the man.

Ghorua leaned against a side of the alley, durasteel clanking. He slid down the wall, until he was kneeling on the ground. He was bigger than most humanoids, and had a rough air about him. That, and he had a glorious red beard, something no Herglic can boast. Ghorua immediately took a liking to the large man.

Ghorua smirked at the comments. "Yeah, Fire-Face." A quick chuckle. "I assume you are too. I suppose we should get acquainted. Ghorua the Shark." The Herglic stuck out his gigantic hand to shake, the Valkyr first, and then the Mahanaim. If they each took his hand, his shake would be firm, but not hand-crushing, like one might expect.

- [member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"] - [member="Zikariss Shyrat"] -

 

[Syss Rembala]

The Mahanaim had just finished inspecting the abominably big Herglic when another deep voice was heard deep and clear. She had heard the other humanoid coming some time before, his quite large form had also allowed her to hear him though not as clearly and with as much distance as she had perceived the Herglic. She remained in her place, listening to the short exchange between the Herglic, whose name was Ghorua, and the large humanoid. The ginger haired man also stood a good many inches above her and she had to tilt her head upwards in order to look at the ones who would be her...comrades for the night. And she wasn't precisely a very short girl.

The one that had recently arrived was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a brash and barbaric appearance to him. If it hadn't been for his towering height Zikariss could have thought he was a human but the tallness of the specimen had belied that assumption completely. However, the characteristic that had caught her attention more deeply was the ginger colored beard. Not many Mahanaim, if any at all, sported beards. She had decided she liked them, they had a very manly feel to them and in his case, it added to the rough appearance he displayed and that she didn't find dislike-able at all.

Then the Herglic decided to start with the presentations. After telling his name, the behemoth sized, fish-like alien extended his hand to shake. The female mahanaim introduced herself but would not accept the handshake offer, "My name is Zikariss Shyrat" Her voice was sultry and alluring, not friendly nor cold, simply neutral for the time being. Instead of accepting the handshake she raised her hand, her index and middle finger pointing upwards while her ring and little finger folded inwards, and waved shortly. Mahanaim were widely known for feeling deeply disturbed by physical contact with strangers and members from other species and she was no exception. Even something as simple as a hand shake could trigger in her a quite defensive mode. The perks of the battle culture. At least she didn't dislike her comrades this time...

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"]

 

[Yngvarr of Alkheim]

"Yeah, Fire-Face."
That was a new one.




At the creative nickname the armored fish going by Ghorua the Shark gave him, Yngvarr let out a booming laughter that probably made the various trash bins vibrate. He looked at Ghorua, surprisingly for the Valkyri it was one of the very few times he had to look up, and grinning at the shark clasped his proposed handshake and answered.

"Yngvarr." He thought for a second of saying more of his name, contemplating between his family name or the nickname he had, but the Valkyri decided his first name would be enough.

Yngvarr turned to look at the woman, noticing that she seemed quite athletic. Such things were hard for Valkyri to notice, everything smaller than them - which was usually almost everyone - were regarded as physically weaker. The Valkyrian mercenary had an eye for such things now taht he was travelling around the galaxy.

The woman for some reason did not take the armored shark's hand, in turn she responded by stating her name followed by a weird hand gesture that Yngvarr had no idea what it meant. Her name was also a bit difficult for the Valkyrian man to pronounce, it was possibly one of the hardest names he had come across.

"Zisa- Zina- Zi- Zi-. By Odiir's beard, lassie, what nam' is 'at?" Yngvarr spoke, his expression reflecting his difficulties to repeat what she had given as her name. Thinking about how to spell that name, Yngvarr was lost in a void, in the end he was a Valkyri and most often they were not that good in Galactic Basic anyways, especially considering his accent. The gingerbearded man shook his head and took a few glances around focusing on the important.

"Whaur's our credit bag?" He asked referring to their employer, presuming he should've been here.


[member="Zikariss Shyrat"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua smiled as Yngvarr took his hand. Jolly, muscled, impatient, and with a loud laugh. If Ghorua didn't know better, he'd figure that the Valkyri were a long lost brother. Plus, it may have been the strongest handshake the Herglic had received from a non-Herglic. What happened next was almost the opposite.

Zikariss openly refused to take his hand, instead giving him a strange hand signal. Ghorua wasn't offended, like one might expect. He realized that not everyone wanted to put any body part so near to someone that could rip it from them. Giving her a polite nod, Ghorua went back to the side of the alley, and sat down.

With a grunt, Ghorua spoke up. ​"Very unprofessional, not meeting the Hunters at the meeting site. Shame." The Herglic crossed his arms with a loud clanking sound, and waited.

- [member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"] - [member="Zikariss Shyrat"] -

 

[Lanrek Corso]

Corso peered out from the blackness of a shadowed doorway fifty yards distant, his macrobinocs taking in the scene, cataloging and catching stills of the assembled group. His informant on Osarian had been right. That little karker was lucky -- a bad lead would have cost him his life, as it stood, he'd maybe get a few extra credits, and maybe a few less threats the next time he was stupid enough to run afoul of Corso.

The woman didn't worry him much, nor the other humanoid. But the Herglic could be an issue. Best to play this safe and slow. If their mark presented itself, fine... but what Corso wanted was intel. And maybe he could get what he wanted without anyone having to get dead...

He stayed where he was, and kept eyes and ears open.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Yngvarr of Alkheim"] [member="Zikariss Shyrat"]