Vilaz Munin
Aliit Alor
Corusant
A world that seemed beautiful with all the prosperity that flow through the streets when educated people worked for a living keeping a clock maintained and having all the little cogs work together. It was a usual stratification. Those blind enough worked and worked to maintain bureaucrats and fulfill their schemes and operations with amounts of credits earned by taxes. Just a mass of parasites were politicians. They debated and argued one another when trying to attempt something by persuading their colleagues which only kills precious time and waste money that could be used for multiple purposes. Another word that would fit well on the planet of Corusant and other worlds that followed the same course was the word gilden. Beautiful on the outside, but rotten on the inside.
The marvel architecture of the skyscrapers and other wondrous complexes acted as a pull factor to attract people across the stars to have a new an better life. But when an eye not blind analyzed the surroundings and the atmosphere it could be noted how everything functioned on the planet and everyone who was not filthy rich acted as pawns. Such was the way of class system.
But that wasn't Vilaz's problem. Didn't affect him, for he just did the one professional job he does: Bounty Hunting.
In the depths of the Underworld of Corusant the Bounty Hunter walked the streets of the poor and scapegoats. It was all the same. Thievies stealing to survive, beggars pleading for food or money, and criminals causing trouble. Deep within this poor section of Corusant were nothing but Crime Lords scheming their next operation for whatever selfish benefit they sought for. One of them had dealings with a corrupt client who was a politician, but their business had ended when the politician had the slightest idea of backstabbing this crime lord. Now all paranoid about the chance of being murdered by a henchmen of this criminal the man had posted a bounty. Public to all it caught the attention of many Bounty Hunters by the price this client had offered to anyone who brought this Crime Lord dead or alive to him.
Here he was with Orar'bev ins his hands, Beskar'gam as his attire, repulsorpack, two dual WESTAR 34 pistols, Fett-Kal knife, one flashbang, and two thermal detonators. Just by the price it complimented the difficulty level of this Bounty. Vilaz didn't pack up with a magnitude of explosions, however, he was confident in his skills which he only needed.
It all came down to survival of the fittest.
[member=Death's Hand]
A world that seemed beautiful with all the prosperity that flow through the streets when educated people worked for a living keeping a clock maintained and having all the little cogs work together. It was a usual stratification. Those blind enough worked and worked to maintain bureaucrats and fulfill their schemes and operations with amounts of credits earned by taxes. Just a mass of parasites were politicians. They debated and argued one another when trying to attempt something by persuading their colleagues which only kills precious time and waste money that could be used for multiple purposes. Another word that would fit well on the planet of Corusant and other worlds that followed the same course was the word gilden. Beautiful on the outside, but rotten on the inside.
The marvel architecture of the skyscrapers and other wondrous complexes acted as a pull factor to attract people across the stars to have a new an better life. But when an eye not blind analyzed the surroundings and the atmosphere it could be noted how everything functioned on the planet and everyone who was not filthy rich acted as pawns. Such was the way of class system.
But that wasn't Vilaz's problem. Didn't affect him, for he just did the one professional job he does: Bounty Hunting.
In the depths of the Underworld of Corusant the Bounty Hunter walked the streets of the poor and scapegoats. It was all the same. Thievies stealing to survive, beggars pleading for food or money, and criminals causing trouble. Deep within this poor section of Corusant were nothing but Crime Lords scheming their next operation for whatever selfish benefit they sought for. One of them had dealings with a corrupt client who was a politician, but their business had ended when the politician had the slightest idea of backstabbing this crime lord. Now all paranoid about the chance of being murdered by a henchmen of this criminal the man had posted a bounty. Public to all it caught the attention of many Bounty Hunters by the price this client had offered to anyone who brought this Crime Lord dead or alive to him.
Here he was with Orar'bev ins his hands, Beskar'gam as his attire, repulsorpack, two dual WESTAR 34 pistols, Fett-Kal knife, one flashbang, and two thermal detonators. Just by the price it complimented the difficulty level of this Bounty. Vilaz didn't pack up with a magnitude of explosions, however, he was confident in his skills which he only needed.
It all came down to survival of the fittest.
[member=Death's Hand]
