Kung Seilois
Freelancer Extraordinaire
Coruscant, Seilois was far from fond of the planet. Busy, crowded, and one giant maze for anyone who wasn't a native. Just like Nar Shadda, but unlike Nar Shadda, Coruscant had people whose jobs were to make his own that much harder, not to mention the Jedi who enjoyed sticking their noses where it wasn't needed nor wanted. Taking a sniping position and firing into a crowd was going to add far more attention, the wrong kind of attention, to his head. Coruscant hits called for subtlety, for tact, for very large accidents.
Stopping the speeder by a freighter turned speeder shop, he looked down at the datapad in his hand, Seilois reviewed information he had been given and had added to over the days. The hit was a noble named Aldeir Teran, the spoiled rich boy to a name just large enough to cover his ego, but the boy had made enemies. The wrong kind of enemies. He had broken off an engagement to a lesser family, a very ambitious lesser family, who had taken the slight personal as their own heir being rejected in favor of a low-born Togruta mistress. It was almost romantic, but romantic sentiments tended to end very bloody and this one would be no different.
The question of how to implement his kill had plagued him since he started, and he almost decided to planet the explosives in the Togruta's flat taking both them out; it would only be right, killing the lovers together, but there was too many ifs for his like. What if the bomb gets set off early? What if Aldeir steps out for something? The failed attempt would drive him to ground and Aldeir's father would surround him in guards. Then he realized that he took the same speeder every day down a few levels to her flat, on the same days, and routine creates opportunity for someone like Seilois.
The speeder was the key, but the question was how was he going to take care of it? The obvious answer was a large explosive, but there was too much risk that someone could spot it, and a large explosion ruled out any hopes that there would not be an investigation. A small explosive in the right spot, now that was the way to do the hit, but Seilois had no idea of where to put it to ensure optimum efficiency whilst guaranteeing the kill. He had spent some time asking around, trying to find the ideal person to aid him when he found it. A small speeder shop owned by two young girls. Normally, he would ignore it, but two young girls working in a less then reputable spot of Coruscant had shady past of their own, and hopefully, the kind of girls, specifically their mechanic, who would not ask for a large cut.
Looking out of his own rented speeder, he looked once more at the freighter turned speeder shop cementing the last details of the job in his mind. This was the best way, he reminded himself as sharing credits was always a last ditch option. Seilois grabbed his helmet that lay on the passenger seat and slid it on, the hiss of the magnetic clamps filling his ears as the suit sealed itself. He had stopped by once without his armor to get a look around, but now it was business. Fingering the handle of his blaster pistol, Seilois stepped out of the speeder and approached the speeder shop. He had a mechanic to find.
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Walking up the ramp, he racked his knuckles on the wall, "Hello? I am looking for a mechanic."
[member="Jen"]
Stopping the speeder by a freighter turned speeder shop, he looked down at the datapad in his hand, Seilois reviewed information he had been given and had added to over the days. The hit was a noble named Aldeir Teran, the spoiled rich boy to a name just large enough to cover his ego, but the boy had made enemies. The wrong kind of enemies. He had broken off an engagement to a lesser family, a very ambitious lesser family, who had taken the slight personal as their own heir being rejected in favor of a low-born Togruta mistress. It was almost romantic, but romantic sentiments tended to end very bloody and this one would be no different.
The question of how to implement his kill had plagued him since he started, and he almost decided to planet the explosives in the Togruta's flat taking both them out; it would only be right, killing the lovers together, but there was too many ifs for his like. What if the bomb gets set off early? What if Aldeir steps out for something? The failed attempt would drive him to ground and Aldeir's father would surround him in guards. Then he realized that he took the same speeder every day down a few levels to her flat, on the same days, and routine creates opportunity for someone like Seilois.
The speeder was the key, but the question was how was he going to take care of it? The obvious answer was a large explosive, but there was too much risk that someone could spot it, and a large explosion ruled out any hopes that there would not be an investigation. A small explosive in the right spot, now that was the way to do the hit, but Seilois had no idea of where to put it to ensure optimum efficiency whilst guaranteeing the kill. He had spent some time asking around, trying to find the ideal person to aid him when he found it. A small speeder shop owned by two young girls. Normally, he would ignore it, but two young girls working in a less then reputable spot of Coruscant had shady past of their own, and hopefully, the kind of girls, specifically their mechanic, who would not ask for a large cut.
Looking out of his own rented speeder, he looked once more at the freighter turned speeder shop cementing the last details of the job in his mind. This was the best way, he reminded himself as sharing credits was always a last ditch option. Seilois grabbed his helmet that lay on the passenger seat and slid it on, the hiss of the magnetic clamps filling his ears as the suit sealed itself. He had stopped by once without his armor to get a look around, but now it was business. Fingering the handle of his blaster pistol, Seilois stepped out of the speeder and approached the speeder shop. He had a mechanic to find.
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Walking up the ramp, he racked his knuckles on the wall, "Hello? I am looking for a mechanic."
[member="Jen"]