Another on the Hitlist

[Vilaz Munin]

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Bounty Hunting was something in his blood and bones, just like being a Mandalorian Warrior. It was a hobby and a habit that Vilaz loved and adored dearly, and one that he went way back whenever he was training to pass his Verd'goten and prove his worth of being a capable and skilled soldier of Mandalore.

Now with how things were going in his life he was extremely occupied with his pregnant girlfriend whom he extremely loved, managing his clan and family, and supporting the Mandalorian community and cause. All of these things caused him to not be so proactive with mercenary work and bounty hunting. The latter which he verily missed, and he would sometimes go and check the bounty board on his datapad to only be tormented how much he missed that exhilarating, yet dangerous job.

He would give almost about anything to just have currency of time to go out and hunt some random who, and come back with satisfaction for a reward and pride.

Fortunately, he didn't had to sacrifice a limb or sell his soul for that because he had the opportunity to have the leisure of doing anything he wanted to do.

Which was why he had sent a message to [member="Natasi Fortan"] to see if they could have an appointment in regards of not something, but someone.

And it was also why he had traveled for such a long time to come to the capital of the First Order out here in the Outer Rim of the known Galaxy which he lived in.

All just to hunt.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Sioux Chambers, the extremely efficient Principal Private Secretary that ran Natasi's office and schedule, had accepted [member="Vilaz Munin"]'s request for a meeting. Seeing that this man was a mercenary of sorts, and not knowing whether he traveled outside his armor, the PPS had scheduled the meeting for one of the Grand Moff's Breakriver weekends. Breakriver, being the Grand Moff's personal country retreat, was not as heavily scrutinized in the official papers and the press as, say, her office at the Palace or Number 10 Park Boulevard. And if she knew her boss, Sioux knew that Natasi would want to keep this meeting quiet and decidedly off the books.

So it was that Sioux and Natasi were awaiting the man's arrival at the snow-frosted house, nestled atop a falls in the mountains northeast of the capital city of Avalonia. They were reviewing the personnel file of the traitorous pigdog that the meeting was in reference to, which had been redacted to hell and back. In the days since his defection, the First Order State Media had announced that he had been dishonorably discharged for conduct unbecoming an officer of the First Order Navy, for insubordination and harassment, degenerate behavior and gross incompetence. The narrative followed that, humiliated by being caught in his depravity and incompetence, he had defected from the First Order in order to seek his newest mark to defraud.

History, after all, was what the Ministry of Culture & Heritage said it was.

The loss of Tanomas Graf, while a PR challenge, was not a blow to the navy's readiness or ability itself. In fact, in the long run it was probably a boon; he had been a man of middling ability, who had been promoted when there were no others to fill a spot. He hadn't been a bad officer, which might have been better in the long run. Bad officers could be reformed. Mediocre officers like Graf simply coasted along until they could coast no longer. It made Natasi think of a management concept known as the Peter Principle -- one rose to the level of their own incompetence. Now, the Security Bureau indicated he was attempting to establish a new Imperial hegemony near Bilbringi, using the First Order's own rank structure as his guide. Natasi couldn't help but be somewhat amused at this. It took more than stealing the work -- and valor, for he seemed to be basing his reputation on tales of heroism at the Omega Crisis that belonged squarely to other people -- of others to run a successful government. It would be the Peter Principle, played out in front of the galactic stage for all to see.

It would be funny if it weren't so sad.

His reputation for rudeness and lack of ability, bordering on incompetence, preceded him, but had never quite risen to the level where he was caught out and disciplined. His attaining the rank of Admiral would forever be a black spot on the military establishment's record. How had they got it so wrong? But what the military establishment got wrong, Natasi Fortan was determined to get right. Graf's defection warranted no punishment; his reputation for a turncoat would humiliate anyone with a shred of honor. But his irrational hostility towards the First Order had to be addressed. He would live out his days in a First Order cell or -- well, if he ended up mysteriously dead in custody, who would be harmed? That was where [member="Vilaz Munin"] came in.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Vilaz had arrived at the destined location that he and the Grand Moff would have their meeting. It was, in all honesty, a gorgeous and good looking house. The landscape and the scenery did catch his eye, but it wasn't his taste. The complex was too modern for him and his beloved Bree as they were much more of the country type. They prefer something that had farm animals, silos, and a wide open scenery with a bright and warm sun setting upon the horizon. That was the kind of life that he wanted when he would, eventually, retire from mercenary work and fighting wars, and just focus on raising his family and grow old with Briika.

Then again, these were Imperials and they preferred materials and objects to make them feel content and happy. Typical high class citizens of any society that was nothing alike to the Mandalorian Culture.

A squad of Imperial Stormtroopers were the first ones of the ranks of the First Order to greet him. Was he surprised to see men and women cladded in white, yet poor armor to meet him first? No, he wasn't. After all this was the Grand Moff of the First Order, and any lady like this would have the best kind of security in the system.

"Weapons upfront, Mandalorian," said what appeared to be the squad commander as he confronted Vilaz about his arsenal. The Munin would honor the orders of the soldier as he was in someone's home and would respect their rules. Besides, weapons or not, the Munin Alor was still a dangerous man.

After Vilaz had stripped and surrendered his weapons, two Stormtroopers escorted him to the interior of Natasi's house. Coming up to the living chambers of the building, the Imperial and the Mandalorian were left all alone. "I'm sure you know why I'm here, Miss Fortan."

[member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi was sitting in a hoverchair near the large fireplace that dominated the living room of the house, a briefing book open on her lap, which she wasn't looking at. Her reading glasses dangled from between her index and middle finger and she stared into the fire, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She was thinking about Breakriver in that moment; it was a rather more modern house than Natasi would have preferred, and since she and [member="Darell Irani"], the inspiration for the modern features, had parted ways, it didn't feel quite right for her anymore. But, it was the one unofficial residence Natasi had -- the only place she could hope to receive a guest and not have it plastered across the official records.

So, here they were.

The Grand Moff didn't notice when [member="Vilaz Munin"] entered the room, only blinking out of her reverie. She shut the briefing book and slid it into the red box from whence it came and set her glasses aside. "Miss Fortan, is it?" she said with a smirk. She had never been a miss, not in her whole life, but in the scheme of things her title was not important in this moment, so she let it pass. "My private secretary tells me you're after the Graf contract. Is that right?" She gestured for him to take a seat. "Make yourself comfortable. Can I interest you in a brandy?" Natasi glanced at the underside of her wrist, where her antique silver watch face sat, then smirked. "Yes, it's a socially acceptable hour for brandy, I think."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Yes, I believe your private secretary is right on that matter," the Mandalorian plainly replied to Natasi's question. The man then saw her gesture him to a seat across from her which he accepted. When he sat down he could hear the chair creaking due to the weight of him and his armor combined, but it could hold him. If it didn't, then it would have already been broken with Vilaz sitting on his rear end across from the Grand Moff of the First Order.

He observed her figure from his helmeted face. He admitted that she was an elegant and pretty woman due to her fashion taste and the cosmetics applied to her face; however, Vilaz found no interest in the woman as he wasn't that big of an Imperial endorser and wasn't really into city girls. Not to mention that he found Bree, his significant other, much more attractive and beautiful, and was wildly in love with her.

"And I don't mind for some liquor either." Unlike Miss Fortan herself that had conducted her actions based on social standards - such as drinking at an appropriate time - Vilaz would drink alcohol any time of the day. Whether it be in the morning, afternoon, or late in the evening he would do anything that pleased him as long as it didn't went against his code of honor.

While they awaited to have their drinks served to them, the Munin immediately began to open discussions of his target. "So do you have any other information besides what the bounty board offers? Any information, even how many relationships he has been in, is valuable to me and will help me to capture Graf in an efficient way."

In all honesty, he just wanted to be back on the pursue of his prized bounty and be handsomely rewarded for his temporary services to the First Order.

[member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi waited while the brandy was poured, and when the room was finally empty save for the two principals, she lifted her snifter and raised it in a silent toast to [member="Vilaz Munin"]. "Your good health," she mumbled before taking a sip of the drink. She set it down, licked her lips, and then smiled politely at the bounty hunter. How exciting, she reflected, that she should be meeting with someone of this nature. It wasn't every day someone in her position did. She didn't like the optics of hiring a bounty hunter, but since [member="Tanomas Graf"] was somehow -- inexplicably -- now styling himself as a Galactic Emperor, it would be unsightly for the First Order to attack him directly.

"I'm afraid I don't have any information on that personally. Graf was never of particular interest; in fact I had barely heard his name mentioned, except in a rather lackluster report on his activities during the Omega Crisis, until he defected. I usually find that when a man's service record is unremarkable, his personal record is even less remarkable. But I will, of course, authorize the release of all the First Order files we have on him to you."

She took another sip of the brandy; it was good Bakuran stuff, potent and expensive and damned delicious. "There can be no connections to me or to the First Order. You'll be paid through a double-blind escrow account. I've already put in funds from my own account for your expenses." She set the glass down again, smoothing her skirt with her hands. "I've heard rumors that Graf has somehow become adept with the Force. I warn you, our sources tell us he's had tens of minutes of training, so prepare yourself for that."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Alas, there was no significant information that Vilaz could utilize from the Grand Moff on his pursuit for this once Imperial Admiral that seemed to be a lesser figure in the eyes of Natasi and perhaps her associates that belonged in the upper hierarchy of the First Order. However, all files and records that were in regards of this defected Imperial traitor would be given to him by Miss Fortan's authority. If there was one thing Vilaz learned from the many years of his career as a bounty hunter, is that every crumb of information was valuable whether it was major or minor. Yes, he did know that this Tanomas Graf styled himself as the Emperor of some faction nearby Kamino, but there was more than just that one piece of layer. He needed to know the man more. What style of combat did he prefer? Was he the stereotypical Imperial officer coward? Did he had any injuries to exploit?

Everything that he needed to know would lay in those documents relating to this target.

"Do you have a straw," Vilaz asked to the person serving the two entities brandy as he wished to drink through his helmet. The man wasn't one to show his face to foreigners and even too some Mandalorians. The only ones that were privileged to see the features of his face were a few close friends, and his family and clan. Luckily, the servant did and gave the bounty hunter a plastic straw.

"Miss Fortan, I've faced a lot of Force Users of light, dark, and neutral throughout my life. I'm sure he's like a majority of the Force Users I've fought. And thank you for the funds. I'll make sure that this a clean and quick job."

He raised his glass in a toast and then said, "To hauling Graf's carcass to prison."

[member="Natasi Fortan"]