Bounty Hunted

[Soloman Priest]

Barbatos
Cirqa 853 ABY

An empty plaza, an established meeting point for a deal…

Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"]
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High on the local buildings, the man known as Soloman sat, a small pile of cigarette butts forming around him as he waited, knelt and sore from his time being patient. His breath stank, and the longer he sat there tasting it the more he wanted to smoke another cigarette, forcing him to reach for his pocket and grab another, only to realize he forgot to buy another pack before ending up at the ambush point. Groaning, he’d ignore it, until the next time muscle memory and an addiction decided to kick him in the chops.

The situation was simple, there was a large bounty on a Bounty Hunter known as Koda Fett; and Soloman intended to cash in. A million credits didn’t sound so bad at the end of the day, and it never hurt to have a small nest egg in case he ever found out one of the hookers he bought back on Nar Shaddaa was looking for child support; just a little thing to run away with he supposed. No, today was to be focused on collecting the bounty, the figure of a man known well in the Bounty Hunter arena as a legend, someone not far unlike Soloman Priest. The major difference is, Koda’s reputation far surpassed his own, but today he would test if his combat ability was better than his.

Before them, at this meeting point, was a high dollar bounty Soloman had tracked, but not for him; but for the man known to be asking around. Some low Rodian who made an enemy in a high place, apparently sought after by the enigmatic ‘Human’ who had hired Soloman for a few jobs before, seemed to have hired Koda Fett now. It wouldn’t be long before the rodian showed up to do the deed, where no doubt Koda would show up to grab him; the common situation played out innumerable times before, with bounty hunters of all skills and calibers.

Today however, Soloman would be interrupting the hunt and getting Koda.

Satisfied with his plan, and watching as the Rodian made his first steps into the area, he once again moved to grab a cigarette, only to be met with disappointment and a soft groan as he grew slightly more angry at his past self for being so forgetful.

 

[Koda Fett]

​If it were a different planet- one that he had been all too familiar with, maybe Fett might have been more direct in his approach. He typically had been, especially against those that were never entirely prepared to find themselves on the receiving end of a blaster barrel, let alone his own. There was an intimidation factor that had contributed to every hunt, and it started with the armour, furthered with the reputation, and ended with a promise. There had, although, been more than enough times in which a finger needed to pull down on a trigger. Not every bounty was wanted alive, either. Perhaps a corpse, a frozen block of man, or a pile of ash. It didn't seem to matter. It was only ever a job, and whilst your average man may find himself behind a monitor for most hours of the day, Koda Fett rained for upon fugitives in some poor approximation of justice.

Barbatos, in essence, was still a mystery.

It had been for that reason that the Bounty Hunter had stalked, had watched, and waited. It was from behind his T-Visor that his eyes looked down from a particular rooftop, but Soloman had never come into view. Barbatos was large enough to contain multiple levels, after all. It was possible that he was simply well above him.

His Carbine had remained within his grip, held with a lazied tenseness to it. His gauntlets retained the same missiles, whipcord, flamethrower, blades and more. As much as Soloman may be, Fett had been a veritable one-many army considering his arsenal.

[member="Soloman Priest"]

 

[Soloman Priest]

The Rodian came as promised, twitching slightly as he worked through the alley; obviously on some sort of substance. It was obvious in his steps, obvious in his beady eyes, but most of all it was obvious in his twitching, never ceasing. It was a deplorable sight in truth, but nothing uncommon in the underworld of the Galaxy; most just cared not to admit that there was a growing epidemic of people addicted to Deathsticks and Spice, even more than they were before. What else did they have to hold off the growing tides of uncertainty that struck the galaxy?

Behind him wondered two guards, what looked to be grizzled enforcers from the cartel the Rodian had represented. Each carried some form of disruptor, enough to stop anything up to an armored hutt from starting trouble; and in truth, it was all they needed to deter most criminal groups of fighting back if they chose to impose their influence upon them. Believe it or not, most of the galaxy didn’t want to be turned to ash, an odd thing really.

As if on queue, three more men from the other direction approached with a bag in hand, likely full of unmarked credit chips. The deal was quick, the distance between them and the two bounty hunters far enough to be unheard without the assistance of auditory enhanced macrobinoculars; though it was obvious it was something about a shipment of drugs and slaves, both favorite past times for the people of Barbatos.

Soloman watched with a bored expression, his mind still on his lack of cigarettes, but there was a slight impatience that the legendary bounty hunter hadn’t come out yet to break up the deal. On some level, he thought him a man of ‘justice’, someone who would’ve stopped the evil do’ers before they ever began their cruel deeds, though he could see now he was far more rationale. Nothing like the kid’s stories.

Or he didn’t show up, and Soloman was just making a fool of himself sitting on an abandoned apartments balcony.

Bantha’s poodoo, he really hoped he showed up.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Koda Fett]

The Mandalorian had paced across the rooftop. His booted feet had taken their steps across the exterior ceiling, pittering and pattering with an enhanced boom that was only brought by the sheer weight of his armour, and that of himself. Barbatos' nightlife was rich and plentiful, and it was for that reason he primarily had gone unnoticed, even if shrouded in some degree of shadows. Lights had flicked, a cast over him for but a moment and faded into obscurity, much in the way he was sure to be seen as nothing more than that of a building's attachment. Those beneath him, unfortunately for them, had fallen directly into Fett's line of sight; leaving minimal opportunity for escape, but even then, he was sure to pursue.

That Rodian? It was wanted alive.

His gloved hands had flexed around the Carbine within his grip, tensing down in area that housed the triggered as well as his support of the barrel itself. An armoured knee had met the rooftop, clinking with it as his Visor flicked through several modes that made for the most opportune of sights. The Carbine raised, brought right before his Visor, and then let loose.

A hail of crimson blaster fire had soared in their direction, but with precision. Each bolt had an intended target, and only one of them was upon the Rodian. It was to strike him in the back of the leg, to reduce mobility in the instance it attempted to flee.

[member="Soloman Priest"]

 

[Soloman Priest]

As distant blaster shots began to ring out, Soloman couldn’t help but crack a small smile beneath the reflect blanket, happily content that somebody chose to show up. He wouldn’t peek yet, but the fact that someone showed up now meant a high likelihood that it was his target; which was absolutely fine by him. Glancing to his vambrace, he watched through a small ISR drone what carnage was playing out in the alley below.

The first two of the six men went down without a fight, slumping and hitting the ground with the equivalent sound of a sack of dirt. What was left of them would make good fertilizer, and it would only continue as the few shots made back at the experience bounty hunter either veered off or wouldn’t make a dent in the beskar plating he held on his chest; no true contest for men of such low standing in the underworld community.

The cowardly actions of the Rodian however, didn’t serve him well. As the fighting began, he quickly turned and fell, hoping to crawl under the gunfire back to safety and away from the hunter that tracked him. If it weren’t for the smell of urine in his pants, Koda could have easily tracked him down the block if he so wished, but the blaster bolt that rang out at last landed squarely on the back of the Rodian’s heel, forcing his alien language to ring out in great frustration and pain.

It wasn’t really sure if he could feel it, he was very likely hopped up on drugs now, but the action had been done and he felt something. He swore in his native tongue, cursing the mandalorian’s mother, father, and children among other things; but it would mean little. He was already done for, and so the bounty would be an ease from here on out.

Or so Koda might think, and so too the Rodian.

However, neither were in a great position as Soloman sat quiet beneath his blanket, considering just when the right moment would appear to get the Mandalorian. How, perhaps, he would even engage the situation, but left it up to something his future self would have to deal with. As much as he wanted to plan the situation out, he worked better under pressure, and he still couldn’t get his mind off his cigarettes, or lack there of.


[member="Koda Fett"]