First Reply All Eyes On

[Koda Fett]

K W E N N
S T A T I O N​

The Black Sun set their sights on Kwenn Station and it was all but theirs, if not for a lingering infestation of Pykes. His recent work with Raz and Mauve set the stage for this job. And now, the Pykes were dead with their leaders gutted, lieutenants silenced, comms fried. Yet the moment Fett stepped into the corridor, his blaster still warm at his side, the station buckled down with his helmeted visage flashing across holo-displays with a fair, respectable price for his head.

What remnants of Pykes that remained on the station were out for blood.

Now the whole of Kwenn Station was a pressure cooker, with enforcers scrambling for credits, mercs seeing bounties and syndicate eyes prying from the dark. Fett moved fast, searching for his way out.

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[Obran]

Kwenn Station wasn't exactly his normal haunt, but he had business there, and it was good business. Unfortunately, the whole place had seemed to become an upheaval point very rapidly. And that lead the bard to assume his employment from the Pykes, paying good credits and otherwise, was likely at an end. Fitting on the mythosaur bone inlaid beskar'gam he favored, he stepped out into what was rapidly becoming chaos. A spear slung across his back, he fairly bristled with weapons, but walked the halls suspiciously un-filled insofar as weapons in hands went.

Turning a corner, an alert flashed on his visor, a priority request from his employer. With a rather familiar visage, not so dismilar to his, flashing across it.

Luck, Force, or Irony... At about that time, a startingly exact match was around the next turn in the corridor, coming towards him. It took seconds for the bevii'ragir spear he carried to be spun off his back into a guarded grip, his ennunciator barking out a halt command in Mando'a and Basic both.

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

It was only a spear.

From their distance, Fett snatched at the blaster carbine hung at his waist and held it with one hand at hip-level with the barrel aimed towards the one that cried out at him. On Kwenn, it was hard to tell the reason behind this encounter. Chance, or had this Mandalorian come searching? His helmeted image plastered across the station, Fett bet on the latter.

"If you've come for my head," he began, "I'll make it quick."

Obran