A Whale of a Tale or Two

[Ghorua the Shark]

Talwe looked between the two hunters, deathly calm as they talked. Her face was a skull, emotionless. A few seconds passed. Her features slowly morphed, becoming sharp and angry, until there was only fury in her eyes.

"WHAT??" Despite all of his muscle, Ghorua feared for his life. The Tooydarian looked like a rabid animal, glaring at the 'private investigators' with absolute hate. "My boo... My Alal... Betrayed me! The nerve!"

Ghorua took a step back. "I'm sorry, this obviously upsets you. Do you know where we can..."

Talwe, in a rage, flew up to eye level with the Herglic, and punched him in between the eyes. The strike didn't do anything to the Shark, but it shocked him anyways. She then hovered over to Darlyn, snatched the deathstick injection out of his hand, and threw it at the wall, smashing it. She then proceeded to attack the room, ripping up furniture, slashing the wallpaper, and turning over bookcases. Ghorua stood there, silently taking in what was going on around him.

Eventually, the rage left Talwe, leaving her panting, sitting on the floor. Her voice was calm. "He came to me three days ago, said he had to leave for a week. Gang business, he said." She then buzzed over to Darlyn, and picking something off of the ground, she gave it to him. It was the needle of the injection. The Tooydarian looked into Excron's eyes, eyes burning. "This was his. He said he was going to his hideout under the spaceport. He's probably off to go bang another woman. Promise me something; If you find him, kill him. Kill him with this." She patted Darlyn's hand, the needle gleaming.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"I can promise he wont be happy with the impwnding outcome, Miss." The hunter curled his fingers around the long needle, keeping it angled so not to pierce his skin. Death sticks had a habit of cutting a force user off bit by bit from their abilities after all. "I'll consider him lucky if he dies beforebyou find him.

Mate, I'm going to be outside, think you can finish up in here while I get my bearings?" He turned to [member="Ghorua the Shark"] mid sentence to let him know where he would be, before stepping out as he said he would. The ex sith needed a moment to calm his excited, near boiling blood. He closed the door behind him, and kenlt down off to the side, hidden in the shadows as best he could manage. Quietly he meditated, bringing his pent up frustration and his excitement for the hunt under control as best he could. If he wasn't careful he could get... carried away.

Though he hoped the rodian had guards. Guards werent worth anything, so he could break them. Saber and blaster, he could use the training exercise.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua nodded to Darlyn as the Forcie exited. He didn't know what Darlyn was actually doing, but it wasn't 'getting his bearings'. They were just at the spaceport. But whatever he had to do, Ghorua had to make sure it wasn't suspicious. "Excuse my partner. We're new to the area."

Ghorua made small talk with Talwe. Turned out, she was the rich daughter of a local ganglord. That would explain the decorating. She also apparently enjoyed talking one's ear off about nothing. But she had a life. A livelyhood. One that she deserved to have, in all of it's gaudy splendor.

With a smile, Ghorua excused himself, and walked outside. He couldn't see Darlyn, but he could smell the adrenaline in the air. Ghorua plodded to Bones, who had been waiting patiently outside. Slowly, he took a small handkerchief from a pocket on his bandolier, and threw it on the ground. Bones immediately put her nose into the fabric, taking in the scent. She pointed her nose back towards the apartment behind them, but the Shark pushed her nose away. "No, not her. But remember that scent."

Ghorua began to walk back for the spaceport, Bones trotting behind. He paused. "You coming, Sparky?" He continued his walk, nonchalantly waving to a couple of Talz. They had a lead.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"You had any doubt? I'd be hurt, assuming you aren't going senile so soon at least." Darlyn chuckled, adjusting his cloak as he followed the herglic through the streets. They had plenty of ground to cover, which meant they had plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to plan, strategize. Beyond, of course, kill any bodyguards and take the bounty alive. To that last end he'd likely have to have [member="Ghorua the Shark"] take the lead.

"Any idea the likely guards our Rodian will have? If he's on the run I'd expect at least a couple of thugs to be kept around him. Course, I'm more used to vaguely military types, so perhaps you'd know better."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

<stupid slow wifi. My bad, it goofed reaaal bad.>

 

[Darlyn Excron]

<accidental triple post i am embarrassed >

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua kept his head up as he walked, glancing back to his partner with a concerned face. "He could be alone, he could have an entire army behind him. He has a bounty from a gang on him. He could've defected, or he could be a loose thread. We'll find out when we stake the place out."

In no time, they were at the spaceport. Various ships pulled in and out, either slowly entering, or quickly getting the kark out of dodge. Ghorua the Shark didn't blame them. Nar Shaddaa was not a good place to stay in if you were a middle-class merchant. Only the rich and the poor flourished here.

Suddenly, Bones started snuffing at the ground, intently walking down a side-street. "I had her track that lady's perfume. A scent that strong is sure to cling to and stick on anyone. Including our target." The Herglic continued to plod forward, a bit of a spring in his step. This guy was fairly easy to track down. Ghorua only hoped others didn't come knocking for Alal.

Eventually, Bones found a grate in the floor, a rectangular metal slab with periodic slits in it. Ghorua signaled for Darlyn to be quiet as they approached. Noise was coming from below, muffled talking. The extremely tall being knelt down, and put his eye to the grate. Slowly, he rolled away from the opening, surprisingly stealthy for one of his size. "I counted eight, none of them rodian. He must be down there somewhere though. I'm not fitting through this opening. I'll pull up the grate, and cover you from up here while you go capture this guy. And I suggest you don't keep the guards alive. We don't want them identifying us, now do we." Slowly, Ghorua planted his helmet on his head, and locked it into place. He took his place beside the grate, meaty fingers wrapped around the bars. Suddenly, he ripped up the metal, rending it in two as he did. Surprised grunts echoed from below as the colossus looked to his smaller companion. It was finally time to see what Darlyn was capable of.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

(no problem, man!)

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Eight, that meant he was fighting six. He could kill two well before they could react in time, having two weapons, but it meant he would be at a disadvantage. Niman was decent at defense but he was horrible at shien aimed deflection against enemies all around him. Still, he could pick who he took aout, so he would.

He fitted his mirrored dome mask over his face as the herglic put on his own helmet, and moved to the grate. Darlyn drew his DL-18 in the left and his lightsaber in the right. This would be fun for him, on the hunt. He waited, and moments after [member="Ghorua the Shark"] ripped the cover free, Darlyn had dropped down onto the ground.

Four in front, two to the right, one on the left, one behind. He shot the left one, clearing one angle of attack, and grabbed the one behind him with the force. With great strain, he yanked the surprised thug towards him, and ignited the yellow blade in his right hand. The weequa thig's head hit the ground with a thud before the rest of him.

Of course now the other guns were aimed at him, opening fire on the cloaked mirror head. With them spread out more or less in front of him, Darlyn was now having no trouble keeping himself alive. His yellow blade danced in front of him, deflecring the shots all around. It was going well, every so often he could take his own pot shots at them. He didn't need to take cover, as he provided his own.

Still, he'd need an opening in their surprisingly well timed blaster fire to focus and aim. For now all he could do was keep alive.

<i had the wrong number before. 18 not 17.>

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Darlyn needed help. Considering he had held out so long was a testament to his strength, but it was obvious he was pinned. The hunter needed an opening. A disruption. Thankfully, Ghorua was good with disruptions.

The Shark roared, a savage bellowing that turned the heads of those below. Without a word, he stuck his arm down the hole, and pressed a button on his waist. Another roar, dull this time, erupted into a stream of intense yellow fire, scorching the tops of the thugs' heads. They began to panic as they felt the hot flames, some clutching their skulls as they looked up. The flame projector hadn't killed any of them, but this was the distraction Excron needed. "Get 'em!"

Down below, the smell was terrible. A mix of ship fuel and something smellier wafted through the air. Behind the men, a small metal door whizzed open, and a lanky rodian peeked out. "Eh, what's going one?"

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

A far better distraction than Darlyn could've hoped for. With their fire pattern disrupted at the first roar, he finally had a second to aim. As fires burst forth, he loosed a shot into one thug's skull, felling him as the others began to panic. He waited a split moment for the fire to stop, before stepping in to attack.

He was fluid, controlled, and pradticed as he tended to the remaining five. He brought the weapon to a low guard on the left, and cut up through the left hip, to righr shoulder, of the first. He threw the upper half at one of the guards as he shot the furthest one from him, keeping confusion in the air as best he could. Three more to go...

He deflected a shot from one into another, felling the shooter with his own shot in return. Unfortunate for the last guard then, that he would make an example. He put the saber away, and shocked the man with a bolt of lightning. Then again, after a brief recovery moment. And again, bringing him to his knees. Reaching him, he took hold of his head, and twisted it to the side with a distinct snap.

To the door he saw open, he held up the DL-18. "Freeze. Don't move." It wasn't obvious, but he'd used a lot of energy in that fight. He normally didn't against blaster opponents, but the number made him want to end it quickly. And without the thrill of combat, it made him tired.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Alal stood there, flabbergasted that apparently one man took out his entire security detail. The rodian was quite the disgusting specimen, with maroon skin speckled with flakes of rotten brown. His eyes held the same galaxy of stars that every rodian had, however, and it would be easy for anyone to get lost in them. Perhaps that was what Talwe saw in him. She did enjoy flashy things, after all.

Alal Unako pulled a blaster pistol from his belt, and shot off a few bolts in Darlyn's direction, none of them anywhere close to their mark. The rodian's hand shook in fear, realizing his situation. "St... Stay away, monster! I'll blast you to bits! I've seen the bounty, and I know you can't kill me!"

From above, Ghorua cursed. This was where it got difficult. A target that knew he had to be kept alive would do some stupid things. Perhaps stupid enough to anger the Force-user. Ghorua couldn't hold Darlyn back from up here. All he could do was send Darlyn some help.

"Bones!" Ghorua's voice echoed down into the space. "Get 'em!"

Suddenly, a dull thud resounded from behind Darlyn. Bones stalked from behind Darlyn, snapping her jaws. The sight of the beast seemed to heighten Alal's fear. "I... I'm not sc-scared of you!" He was obviously terrified.

Bones was a trained Bounty dog. Not only could she smell and remember various scents, but she could also attack and immobilize opponents. Not kill. She had discipline, restraint, and skill, all things a successful hunter had to have. That, and a bit of a fear factor.

From the top of the area, Ghorua called down. "Don't tempt us, Unako. That guy down there, he's unstable. I won't kill you, but him... I wouldn't provoke him. I could tell you to worry about the Massiff, but you have bigger problems with Savage here." Ghorua hoped Darlyn would catch on. The best way to ensure you have the situation under control is to set the stage yourself. Alal was already looking at the man in fear, the duo might as well use that fear.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"True, I can't if I want to get paid. But maybe you ran, tripped. Got your leg stuck in a pipe down here, and knocked over some chemicals. There's a fire.. i had to remove the leg or you'd die. Accidents happen after all.

Or you tried to kill me, I had to break your arms and legs to keep you still. Or maybe I stop caring about the money and kill you for the fun of it. Rodian necks always make an extra satisfying sound when you break them, like mysic to the ears..." He wasn't entirelu lieing either. His slighly mechanized voice was speaking with genuine tones, as he slowly made his way to a better vantage point on the Rodian. Not to mention if he tracked the man aiming a gun at him, he might not be able to see Bones.

"Or maybe you didn't run, or irritate me. Maybe you simply gave up, and came with me. No death, no agonizing pain. Hell, perhaps you convince my friend to let me let you go. But there is no other happy ending to this. So, what story will it be?"

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

"Um... I like the second one. But, how about I make a third option?" That was as far as he got before Bones jumped from the shadows, clamping her jaws around the Rodian's hand, forcing him to drop the blaster.

Darlyn's speech had completely enraptured Alal in fear, giving the Massiff the chance to sneak away for a flanking attack.

"Ah! Stupid mutt!" Alal Unako struggled with Bones, trying to pry her massive jaws from his arm, to no avail. Ghorua called down the hole. "Alright, Shocker. Stun the man, and get him up here! Quick, please."

A flicker of movement. Ghorua slowly stood up. What was that? The behemoth removed his helmet, revealing his round, pupil-less black eyes, and took a big sniff. He smelled the hole, the dead corpses beneath, Alal, Darlyn, and Bones. But he got a taste of something else. More adrenaline. More blood. Someone else was up here with the Herglic. "Sparky... I'm not alone up here."

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Or option three, I distract you and the dog bites your hand while I incapacitate you. Like this." He raised up his right hand and sent a shock of lightning into Alal's body, just enough to shut down his motor systems a while, and quickly stepped up to and caught the body before it fell. It was at this point he heard Ghorua call down that he wasn't alone. He groaned and nodded, putting the bounty around his shoulders in a fireman's carry, before walking over to the hole. He was exhausted from working and lacking in a decent meal in a long while now, so it was getting to him how long he'd been doing this. With a loud, audible grunt he jumped up through the hole, barely managing to get up onto the street with the rodian.

"Heavy little bugger... think you can take him from here? I burned a lot of energy down there." He managed to draw his blaster out just in case they were attacked, but honestly at the moment he barely could do much besides possibly a little fire support and limping into cover. Heck, he couldn't even get off his knees at the moment.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

"Yep." Ghorua took the Rodian from Darlyn, and hoisted him up like a bag of flour. The Rodian was out cold. Ghorua briefly wondered if he was dead, but a small groan from the unconscious target was enough to put that fear to rest. Ghorua slapped Darlyn on the back, and laughed. "Well, that was certainly a shocker for him." It was a bad pun, even Ghorua could admit that, but it couldn't be helped.

Then Ghorua heard footsteps. At least a few sets. The Shark gave his partner an alarmed look, and held one massive arm out to the noise, fist turned down, as if he were to shoot something from his wrist. From out of the corner walked quite the strange assortment.

A group of five people came into sight. They were quite obviously bounty hunters. The man in front was a Human, wearing dilapidated Mandalorian armor, decked out with almost as many gadgets as Ghorua had himself. Quick behind him was a Twi'lek woman, dressed in similar armor, sniper rifle out and pointed at the two of them. Then, there was a Trandoshan, a tall, muscular lizard-man. He immediately growled at Ghorua, perhaps feeling dwarfed by the Herglic. A Patrolian, a fish man, peeked out from behind the scaled muscle, headgear obscuring his face. Finally, a Human woman, wearing robes, took up the rear. She seemed unhappy for some reason.

"Excuse me!" The man in front stepped forward, dual blaster pistols hanging at his sides. "That's our man. We'll be taking him off you now."

The Human woman chased after him, shaking her head. "Ziv, no. They got here first. We lost the bounty."

Ziv sneered. "No, it's right there, and we're going to take it."

The others looked uncertain at the situation, as if they could go either way. Ghorua narrowed his eyes. They were twenty feet away. Ghorua knew that this would be a tough fight, especially with Darlyn weakened, if it came to that. It would also be tough to talk them out of battle. And running would be a challenge. But, it could be a great learning opportunity. Ghorua turned to Mr. Excron, and whispered. "Your call." The plasteel colossus hefted Alal, and prepared for whatever Darlyn decided.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Not enough focus and energy to fight or run, Darlyn knew he was in a bit of a pickle. And if the two talking, and their group, was anything to judge by, then there was far from any chance to simply talk them out of it with rational. Still, the robed woman (why was she robed...) was reasonable enough, and certainly the others could be swayed easily enough if he hit the right notes...

He smiled behind his mask and stood up tall and straight, dusting himself off. Couldn't rely on a code of conduct for hunters, at least not outside any guilds they might be a part of. Still, perhaps he could dissuade them before needing to whip out a trick or two. "Gentlemen, ladies, there's no need for any hostility. We're all civilized folk here, no?" He smiled and moved into a little better of a position.

"Mandalorian I see.. good people. Quite the respectable culture for hunters and warriors like the both of us, very honorable. I assume you're all similarly the honorable type, so I have to wonder: do any of you just want a hand out like this? Surely the hunt is more thrilling," He tried to appeal partly to the Trandoshan with this, knowing well enough they were a hunter species, "When you don't have to simply have someone else hand it over to you? And taking it from someone else, that certainly can't be considered honourable either."

His hope, of course, was to appeal to the transdoshain's hunter pride, and judging by the way the fish man was hiding behind him, he'd likely go along with him. Three to one, or two even, meant that they'd have to leave. Assuming they weren't blindly following one guy. And the honour, hopefully they *were* mandos, and would be swayed by it as well. And if not, he was taking stock of the area. There was plenty of objects all around, and as he talked he was 'meditating' in a way to regain *some* of his ability. At most, still, he could probably throw several objects to hide them as they tried to run. Though the longer this went, the more his energy was stored up.

Hopefully the Herglic understood his game.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua smiled wider as Darlyn talked. Quite the strategic talker, his partner was. Ghorua decided to let Darlyn get them out of this one, and if necessary, help smash heads.

The man in front, Ziv, bristled at Darlyn's words. "Honor don't count for nothin' if you don't get payed, kid! Hand him over!" He pulled his dual pistols from his sides, and aimed them at the Hunter.

The woman in robes held out her hand, and Ziv's blasters were wrenched from his grip, and to her. Robes. That makes sense. "Ziv, I agreed to come along because you said the bounty deserved it. I won't let you kill others for doing their job."

The Trandoshan stepped up, puffing out his chest. He hissed at the two of them in Dosh, and a translator around his neck began to spew out words, robotic and monotone. "For once, I agree with the Jedi. There is no honor in this confrontation." It seemed Sparky's plan was beginning to work.

The Petrolian, who seemed to be overburdened by tech, nodded his head. "Hey, I'm with you, Ziv, but Grissk gets what Grissk wants. And if Grissk wants to go, then Grissk will go." He patted his larger friend's leg.

Ziv looked back to his team in disgust. Only the Twi'lek woman with the sniper rifle at his side was still with him, holding her gun level with Darlyn. She nodded to her leader, completely obedient to the Human. "Fine, I'll kill them myself. Don't get in the way, if you know what's good for you," he said, pointedly at the Jedi. The man in Mandalorian gear pulled two more blaster pistols from his belt, and aimed them at Darlyn. Ghorua figured this would be a good time to step in.

"Ah, excuse me." The Shark strode next to his partner, oozing with confidence. They looked surprised, as if they'd forgotten the half-ton Herglic was there. Darlyn had taken their attention completely. "May I say something? I know the two of you are poor, broke Bounty Hunters that need a good score. But to stoop to such a level as to murder to get what you want... Does that not make you assassins?" Ghorua noticed a change in Darlyn. He seemed to be pulling himself together, but slowly. Ghorua needed to stall. "And I have something against killing a fellow hunter, but not against killing an assassin. So, you can either live to hunt another day, or I'll quite literally rip you to pieces." Ghorua bared his teeth into a predatory smile, rows of serrated chompers gleaming in the dim alley. The genetically modified Herglic had put pause in their enemies. Pause Darlyn might need.

After maybe ten seconds of tense silence, Ziv moved. Not to put away his weapon, but to fire it, straight at Darlyn's head. Without a second thought, Ghorua fiddled with a large durasteel box on his belt. With a whining sound, a green barrier enveloped the two hunters, absorbing the blaster shot; Ghorua had activated his force-field dome.

The VT-Portable Shield Generator created a 5-meter radius thermal shield around where it was centered. Nothing could get in or out, including people and blaster bolts. The two other hunters rushed forward. Ziv pounded on Ghorua's little bubble of protection, while the Twi'lek took a shot with her sniper, neither having any effect. The others in their group stepped back, watching on in either disgust, or in the Trandoshan's case, glee. Ghorua spoke nonchalantly to Darlyn. "Regain your strength, Sparky. We have all the time in the world."

Ghorua pulled the Spinster, his rotary blaster cannon, from his back, and began to whir the tines. He looked to Darlyn, and waited for his signal that he was ready. Then, Ghorua would drop the barrier, and things would go from zero to ten fast.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn sighed in relief when the shield went up, offering the protection he needed to finish recovering for another fight. "I'll take the... what do his kind call them? Oh yes, chakaar. Did I pronounce that right?" He smiled and dusted himself off, like there was no need to be concerned. Having confidence in oneself could be a very useful tool in combat after all. Plus it added time in the shield, which meant he would be recovered, and get another chance to look around. Over on the right... someone forgot a fuel tank. Not a tanker, but a large canister of fuel. "Haven't blown anything up today. A shame, it's rather fun. Don't go for a kill on the twi'lek would you? I doubt she'll be a problem after I put her leader down."

A signal, a non-obvious yet obvious signal. Oh.. what to do. Of course, he knew full well what he wanted to do. He reached into his cloak and pulled free his lightsaber, then grabbed the aforementioned large canister of fuel with the force. And then he yanked it towards him, having to do so with his hand in physical real time, as he was yet to be a master of the ability. The canister flew towards Xiv and the other, forcing them to jump out of the way as it exploded, causing the shield to, well nothing really. But it was the obvious signal.

Hopefully [member="Ghorua the Shark"] got this, as he waited for the moment the shield would go down. The moment it did, he would run and leap at Ziv, igniting his yellow blade midair and bringing it down overhead, in an attempt to end it then and there. Of course mostly by cutting his arms off, a mandalorian like this didn't deserve death in battle.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua the Shark would've spotted any signal Darlyn had chosen. A vague wave of the hand, for example, or a whispered confirmation. But he supposed an explosion would do. As the thermal shield's exterior rippled with the force, the Herglic deactivated it. The barrier evaporated into the air, letting Darlyn proceed with his attack.

The Shark hadn't planned to kill either of the Hunters. It was all part of his scare tactics; He'd terrify the pants off of them, and they would leave in peace. Obviously, it doesn't always work, especially those with more powerful minds. These two didn't seem like your average hunters. They all looked like veteran warriors. Ghorua was glad they were only fighting two of them.

As Darlyn went to slash at Ziv, the Mandalorian rolled away, with the combat practice of one that would dawn his armor. He got up quickly, and fired off his dual pistols at the saber-wielder. He was a good shot, it couldn't be denied. Certainly better than the thugs in the sewer.

the Twi'lek and the Herglic had both come to the same conclusion. They would test each other's strengths against each other. Evasive precision versus hardy strength. Quite the showdown. Ghorua, and he figured the woman, was kind of excited at the thought.

Ghorua and the sniper both charged at the same time, each brandishing a weapon that could easily kill from farther range. Ghorua threw down his rotary blaster cannon as the Twi'lek threw down her sniper. They went at it, hand to hand. From the outside, it may have looked slightly humorous. Both fighters, one twice the height of the other, kept throwing near-miss strikes at each other. Every so often the little tail-head would hit a joint in Ghorua's armor, and he would flinch at the uncomfort. He knew one good punch was all it would take to eliminate the threat, and his opponent had to know it too. For now, they were caught in a stalemate.

At the beginning of the hunt, Ghorua would have hoped that Darlyn could stand up to the Mandalorian. From what Ghorua had seen since then, 'Sparky' could handle himself. The Herglic only worried for the Mandalorian's safety.

- [member="Darlyn Excron"] -

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn couldn't be happier, there was only one target, with two blasters. It was more than simple enough to raise his lightsaber and send the shots harmlessly off to the side. He was far from perfect form, of course, and Niman wasn't exactly a specialized form, but with the few minutes of rest he had it would do more than sufficient. He chuckled behind his mask and held his lightsaber between him and Ziv, knocking aside the shots to harmlessly hit the ground or walls around them.

For all intents and purposes, he was practicing the soresu portions of Niman, offering a small bubble of protection as he made his advances on Ziv. Whenever he got close enough, he'd rapidly shift into a more offensive state, between cuts and thrusts similar to Makashi, or heavier swings like Shien or Shii Cho. The Mando earned his armour, though, easily evading swings and cuts and forcing Darlyn to resume a slow advance with defensive states. Honestly, as far as Darlyn was concerned, this was a simple test. How fast the man could move in his armour, how well he could shoot.

And now the last question... "I have to wonder, is that genuine Beskar armour, or a cheap duraplast knockoff?" A weak form of Dun Moch, antagonizing the target. With his jack of all trades form, he had to resort to such tactics to make full use of it. Speaking of which, in true Niman fashion he moved in, swinging down at the right leg, and grabbing a crate again with the force and yanking it back. The crate would come from the left and behind, sort of cutting off an escape from there. And from there, he would make a somewhat desperate swing at the Mando's right hand, in an attempt to remove it.

He had faith in [member="Ghorua the Shark"] and his ability to fight a single twilek, mando or not that she might have claim to.