Private A Little Bad Thing

[Be'iqaronn]

Renn quietly sat a scope aimed out the window. The job he had taken was going to be easy, shoot to kill, and leave the vicinity. All ties were to be cut after payment, no new jobs would be received from the client. This meant that the payer was probably just out for revenge, man could've slept with his wife for all he cared. Renn just sat in the small town waiting for his target. The mercenary had never expected to be this far out in the outer rim.

It was Dagata IV a new planet to Renn, it was almost out of the known galaxy which was odd for not many people this far our even knew his name. Most of them either being government officials or royalty. Though they never paid him much and usually ended up strung up themselves due to insufficient funds. Curiously he waited a clock not to far away from him ringing. Him returning to his scope he pointed it at the crowd of people, finding his target he pulled the trigger, a loud crack from his rifle could be heard across the buildings, standing he got up to walk away.

Christine Dellard

 

[Christine Dellard]

He was said to be an elusive one. A troublemaker and terrorist that was now bringing death and destruction to the Outer Rim Territories. The territories she and other Judges had sworn to protect from chaos and defend the systems within from falling into the hands of dictators. Renn Garrick was supposedly his name. She had no photo of the guy, but intel spoke of his ways to carry out his dark deeds and had given her a rough description of often used clothing and the arms that he prefered to use.

It seemed to be nothing unusual about this early night out in Harastown, well except from that she was on the hunt for a criminal that was. People was on their way home for the night, to the local cantina for a drink or arriving and departing from the spaceport. It striked Chris how much the architecture resembled the one on Naboo. The beauty of the town could not be denied. If only she was here on vacation instead of- The loud crack from a high caliber rifle ripped through the streets. The people still out in the streets took shelter in alleyways or begun to run towards their destinations. She pulled her pistol in a quick draw and pushed herself to the wall of a nearby building, the enhanced optics suite in the helmet of her armor gave her digital readouts of the surroundings. She tried to locate where the sound had came from, but the buildings made the shot echo through the streets and bounce off the stone buildings.

A gut feeling told her that she had found the guy. Now, it was just a question to get a visual on him and confront him.

Be'iqaronn