Be'iqaronn
OOC Account
Location: Coruscant Back Alleys
Weapons: R82 Precision Rifle ; XR-18 Revolver ; Basic equipment (knife, etc.)
Tags:
Voldran Molf
Renn stood on the balcony of a man's condo, muffled yelling coming from inside. Turning Renn saw the owner tied to a chair, a rag in his mouth. Looking at the lower ledge, it was quiet a drop, but one could easily make it with no injury. Jumping the railing, Renn rolled onto the roof and continued his dash through the roofs of the city. It was night, a night where the stars shined bright, the sidewalks were empty, one that rarely happened on Coruscant. The sound of boots on the roofs should've sounded loud, but none of the steps made a sound. The man was quiet enough to put a rat to sleep, which was what he was about to do.
A breeze flew past the Mercenary as he went from roof to roof, a shadow in the night. He looked like the kind of shadow one would tell children to keep them from leaving their beds at night. Go to sleep, or the boogie man will get you. The thought was humorous to Renn for he was already a boogie man to many, a sleepless monster bent on doing whatever it pleased. His destination was a few blocks ahead, and on the way he wondered how much the loud sound would shock the neighborhood. The R82 he had for the job was not a silent weapon, making booms as it unloaded its heavy rounds.
Continuing his journey he was coming up on the intersection where he was told to find his target, it started to rain, but only a drizzle at the moment. Renn had read the radars showing that the light rain will eventually turn heavy, with thunder mixed in it. His job was supposed to end before any of that reached him, but if it did, his shot would be another crackle of thunder. Once he reached his destination he perched on a stone animal's head, silent as he did so, his rifle in his hands. Looking down at the building his target was stationed in, he had a clear shot of the man but held off, wanting to see if the man would be outside soon.
This idea was more of one for fun, the job of a mercenary could get very boring. Scaring the life out of a man before taking his life felt to be the only enjoyment he got. Aiming down his scopes he waited quietly as the target was handed his tab.
Weapons: R82 Precision Rifle ; XR-18 Revolver ; Basic equipment (knife, etc.)
Tags:
Voldran Molf
Renn stood on the balcony of a man's condo, muffled yelling coming from inside. Turning Renn saw the owner tied to a chair, a rag in his mouth. Looking at the lower ledge, it was quiet a drop, but one could easily make it with no injury. Jumping the railing, Renn rolled onto the roof and continued his dash through the roofs of the city. It was night, a night where the stars shined bright, the sidewalks were empty, one that rarely happened on Coruscant. The sound of boots on the roofs should've sounded loud, but none of the steps made a sound. The man was quiet enough to put a rat to sleep, which was what he was about to do.
A breeze flew past the Mercenary as he went from roof to roof, a shadow in the night. He looked like the kind of shadow one would tell children to keep them from leaving their beds at night. Go to sleep, or the boogie man will get you. The thought was humorous to Renn for he was already a boogie man to many, a sleepless monster bent on doing whatever it pleased. His destination was a few blocks ahead, and on the way he wondered how much the loud sound would shock the neighborhood. The R82 he had for the job was not a silent weapon, making booms as it unloaded its heavy rounds.
Continuing his journey he was coming up on the intersection where he was told to find his target, it started to rain, but only a drizzle at the moment. Renn had read the radars showing that the light rain will eventually turn heavy, with thunder mixed in it. His job was supposed to end before any of that reached him, but if it did, his shot would be another crackle of thunder. Once he reached his destination he perched on a stone animal's head, silent as he did so, his rifle in his hands. Looking down at the building his target was stationed in, he had a clear shot of the man but held off, wanting to see if the man would be outside soon.
This idea was more of one for fun, the job of a mercenary could get very boring. Scaring the life out of a man before taking his life felt to be the only enjoyment he got. Aiming down his scopes he waited quietly as the target was handed his tab.
