Corpulent & Comely

[Koda Fett]

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NAR SHADDAA​

GORMU THE HUTT'S TOWER​

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Gormu the Hutt recollected fondly upon the events of the day he endured. It was, of course, not as splendid as he recalled such a thing. It began with the morning feast, the slop he frequently devoured oozing down his chins and worm-like form. Onto observing the suffering of his servants, torn apart by the creatures that dwelled in the bowels of his tower. This was no Nal Hutta, surely no Tatooine either. These Palace's weren't as capable, and instead opted for the pinnacle tower. One that soared from the shadowy depths to the cloudy heavens. His pride and joy, or so he thought. Gormu's true pride and joy had been thrust before him in a brief exchange, but it was not his just yet.

Hours Earlier...

"Despicable vermin." Gormu muttered beneath his ghastly breath, appalled by the alien of the same species as he take his rest upon a luxurious piece of equipment that resembled that of an over-sized stretcher, carried by his underlings. All of which were far larger than the average man, stronger too; they had to be. Yet, it was in the moment he settled himself into the exorbitant speeder that he saw her. It took but one flash of those 'perfectly' rounded eyes, a grin from those generously 'gorgeous' lips, and a pivot of that perpetually 'pure' frame, and Gormu the Hutt had found himself ensnared by the tendrils of love. His expression devoid of everything bar infatuation.

The Current...

"Such raw, untamed beauty! Tell me, who is she?" Gormu professed his attraction before asking a question of his Majordomo. A figure that stood tall, skinny, perhaps even sickly. There were enough spice and stims that flowed through these halls, after all. The blue-skinned Duros had replied in his baritone voice, and flat tone, "I believe her name is Chekrae, daughter of Teemo the Hutt."
"Teemo the Slave Trader?" Gormu questioned, a hint of worrisome fear behind his words. The expression across his putrid face resembling such feelings that he felt determined to conceal. With power came strength, not fear for that was for the weak.
"Indeed." Came the sharp reply of Tuligan.
"It is as I feared." His own thick skull peered to the ground, defeated in his tone and mannerisms.
​"Gormu, my Lord?" The Duros question with a hint of sincerity, perhaps concern. Gormu was never find to those that had failed him, and to even think for a moment he was to suffer the same fate as his failed underlings was truly terrifying.
"Jioo." Gormu mentioned, clasping his hands tightly together as he slithered across the floor in the direction of a window. Staring out from behind the thick, near indistructable glass substitute. "The Rodian has left with my deepest, most darkest of secrets and into the employ of Teemo. If I as so much dipped my interest into Teemo's doings, he will ruin this for me!" Anger boiled form within.
"May I suggest a bounty?" The Duros replied after careful consideration, forcing an ecstatic smile to spread across Gormu's face, pivoting to the Duros.
"I will need the best!" He leaned forwards, thrusting this thick fingers in the direction of Tuligan, "Get me Koda Fett!"

 

[Koda Fett]

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WILD SPACE​

SPEAR II​

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Throughout the vast reaches of the Galaxy -- wherever fugitives met or lawbreakers conspired -- one name was always uttered in hushed tones. A name guaranteed to strike fear into the stoutest heart. Some claimed he was a Mandalorian Warrior, others said that he only wore the armour for it's unrivalled killing power. The truth was impossible to confirm, for none had seen the face that gazed with merciless eyes from within that battered helmet - none, at least, who had lived to tell the tale. What no one had doubted was that Koda Fett​ was among the most heartless beings in the universe, let alone the greatest bounty hunter in the Galaxy.

The Bounty Hunter soared across the stars, in the midst of a nebula, pursuing a rather troublesome quarry. Yet, as it always comes to be, their luck had finally run out. The twin-cannons that chittered violently upon the front of the Spear II had ultimately annihilated their craft, obliterating them, and leaving them to their death. A moment of reprieve was settling in, but not before being interrupted by an all too familiar Hutt. Fett pondered for the briefest of moments on whether or not to accept, but his obsessive nature with the hunt itself and building upon the reputation seemed to get the better of him, for now.

"Fett? Are you there, Fett?" Gormu questioned, his thick frame leaning further into the screen that seemed to be entirely consumed with his visage. The nebula's effects failing to depict the features of the Mandalorian Helmet. "Doesn't matter." Gormu snapped hastily, "I have found myself in a predicament." Nothing was entirely new there, now was it? This Hutt was prone to mischievous antics. "A former Lieutenant of mine, Jioo, has fled into Teemo's purse. He knows more than I care to admit to a Bounty Hunter. Remove him, and you will be paid handsomely. My hand cannot​ be suspected in this!" Desperation rolled off his tongue, and that led Fett to believe there was surely more to this.
"Your offer?" The synthesised voice of the Bounty Hunter spoke in response.
"Twelve thousand, if you bring him back alive. Eight if he's dead." That was... especially low. If not disappointing.
"Twenty." Fett replied. It was, after all, only a capturing or killing of a Hutt Lieutenant. They were dime-a-dozen, and their type was all too familiar; killable, even.
"Fifteen."
"Twenty."
"Fine!"

Koda had shifted within his seat, finding himself in a spot of triumph. Gormu had more money than he ever let on, and a man such as Fett knew how to delve deeply into them. "All the information on Jioo will be sent to you, Bounty Hunter." Tuligan had stated after stepping into the spacious area that Gormu had slithered away in a huff from. Koda, if anything, could afford to irritate the Hutt. Many of which owed him favours, even desired him to owe them.

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Name: Jioo
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Rodian
Location: Nar Haaska - The Ravager

[Several Attached Documents]

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

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HUTT SPACE​

NIMBAN​

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They say this planet left the Republic willingly.

That was the absolute last thing on Lynnori's mind as she practically slid around a corner of a building, crashing right through two Twi'leks conversing. Blue hair whipped behind her, having been long untucked from the hood she kept it up in. The LEDs of her mask blinked two large Xs in Aurebesh. Traditionally a death-thing, in all the holo-games, her viewers had loved that expression. Haha, funny.

But this time, Death really was on her heels, in the form of a helmeted demon intent on getting her. When had a bounty even been placed on her? There was only one person she could think of, and Lyn's vocoded voice was sharp and shrill as she cursed one name. Jioo. What an idiot. What an absolute skug, worthless of the air he breathed--

Keep calm. Get to the ship and get out of here.

Nar Haaska had been much nicer than this place, though, and she silently wished for the highrises and skylines of that world than Nimban's coldness. She jumped a pile of tubing just laying in the street-- Probably something tossed off from a factory, there were so many droid manufacturing plants here that they just threw trash out the window to save space --Then she took another sharp left, nearly ran into a Zabrak who looked startled to see her. There was only a second or two of awkward staring before she got back to the run, and he vainly called to her in recognition of her iconic mask but there wasn't time for a meet-and-greet now. Racer Z was dead, anyways; Lynnori was about to join her old persona if she didn't get the kark off this useless rock of a world before [member="Koda Fett"] of all people caught up.

And if he did?

Game over.

 

[Koda Fett]

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HUTT SPACE​

NIMBAN​

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There was never any point in running. Yet, they always did. Scurried through the streets, racing across the sky-scrapers, or cowering in the depths of the most hellish-worlds. Few had committed their lives to such actions, never daring to show their true identity from fear alone. It hardly mattered, for Fett found them in the end, enacting his cold brand of vigilante justice. From a particular point of view, Fett was the law. Nobody in their right mind was willing to truthfully accept the Bounty Hunter as a man of intergalactic authority, however.

His jetpack roared, thrusting the figure up into the air with a bird's eye view from behind that T-Visor. Lynnori was within his sights, scampering through the alleys with a fear-filled agenda in a bid to escape. Koda had no gripes with [member="Lynnori Cruz"], she was but a tool for a larger scheme. Yet, her life hung in the balance all the same.

As Fett raced overhead he prepared his arsenal of intense weaponry, but opted for a non-lethal form of entanglement. His armoured figure began to descend at a rapid pace, hovering in a strafe as he circled ahead of the woman, perhaps forcing her to stop dead in her tracks. Although, regardless of her actions, a whipcord had been launched at Cruz. Potentially ensnaring her entire form, constricting all movement and disabling the ability to even attempt an escape.

It was the plan, in truth.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

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HUTT SPACE​

NIMBAN​

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There was a joke about enjoying constricted movement to be made, but the near-always cheerful Zeltron was in a mood blacker than the night sky (Which was, in truth, littered with light pollution, so it wasn't even dark at all).

Lynnori went down. Hard. Much harder than usual. Hitting duracrete at any speed isn't fun period, but this impact seemed especially rough due to the circumstances of the freaky flying man whipcording her. She sure hadn't stopped in her attempted escape upon hearing the jetpack, which was why she had practically slid across the abrasive surface like a seal on ice once her momentum had been brought to a slamming halt.

It hurt, worse than any carpet burn she'd ever experienced, but at least he hadn't shot her. That meant whoever wanted her wanted her alive, right?

Or maybe these sort of men just like playing with their food. Either way, a soft, vocoded sigh left her. The mask displayed two closed eyes, which was certainly how she felt at the moment. Maybe if she blocked the next few hours out of sight they'd be out of mind, too.

Here's hoping [member="Koda Fett"] doesn't break the mask.

 

[Koda Fett]

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HUTT SPACE
NIMBAN​

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The Zeltron wasn't large by any means, certainly small in both height and weight. Her lithe frame capable of being snatched at, whipped back and forth with both aggression and passion; a familiar sensation, no doubt. Yet, Fett wasn't anything similar to other male figures within her life, one that put forth a cruel disregard, and so once his hand tightened around her bicep and hoisted Cruz onto her feet it was to return her to the spaceport. He had use for her yet, but not the kind she may have desired. Each step was certainly irritating, struggling to move as Fett never seemed to slow his pace, but if she fell she'd find herself being dragged.

He had no words to offer, and nothing Lynnori was to say could change his disposition. Fett was to take her to Jioo, and in that instant find himself within his own target's presence. A deathly hole was bound to appear in the Rodian's form, and whatever happened to [member="Lynnori Cruz"] was none of his concern. She had no interest to him once the delivery was over and done with.

The industry bred cruel figures.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

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HUTT SPACE​

NIMBAN​

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With [member="Koda Fett"]?

Eugh. Never. Lyn had very specific tastes and 'stoic, emotionally-dead, all-around cold shoulder' bounty hunter was not among them. Sure, as a Zeltron she had a certain level of detachment from those she partook with, but a girl needs a little love for things to happen, a bit of passion for things beyond dragging girls with prices on their heads down alleys without a word to say.

Fett was not capable of any of those things. The fact her pheromones, whilst subconsciously emitted, were doing nothing to soften him up were proof enough of that. Sometimes they just don't work, and sometimes that drove her just a little insane, "You know," Her voice was still vocoded by the mask, which displayed half-closed, slightly sleepy eyes, "Anyone ever tell you that your grip is like, really strong?"

"'Cause it is." Her feet stumbled under herself a little but she kept her footing, still managing somehow to keep pace with the stoic Mandalorian yanking her along. It seemed that she wasn't even attempting to bargain, or be angry, or even fight back. Was some part of her even enjoying this?

Mania was a hell of a sensation. If she was dying, she'd go out with a stupid comment at least, "Like, you could probably get some work as a masseuse or something, if the bounties stop paying. I mean, I don't think they would, you're the best, but still, you know. Just a thought. I know some people, is all." Of course she did.

 

[Koda Fett]

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NAR HAASKA​

THE RAVAGER​

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Frivolous conversation was of no interest to Fett. It was a pointless continuation of an interaction that need never exist. It was often better to think than it was to speak, yet many preferred to let their mouth run rampant; leaving their brain in the dust behind them. Cruz, unfortunately, was among that awfully popular breed of individuals. There was no response to her manic comments, not when she was dragged through the street, thrust into a container, and taken towards Jioo. There wasn't a word of explanation provided, but it was sure to be known with some context of her situation. Despite the facade, [member="Lynnori Cruz"] was no fool.

The Bounty Hunter's booted feet echoed across the durasteel flooring of the Ravager's interior. Each member of it's crew cast a weary glance over Fett, knowing that in any moment they too could become his quarry. Fett offered them nothing in return, merely finding himself before Jioo. The pretentious, loudmouth Rodian lounged lazily in his seat, casting lustful eyes over that of Cruz. The Zeltron was capable of walking as freely as she liked, but her hands were bound behind her back, the mask torn from her face.

"Ahhhh." Jioo sighed with a smirk, a hint of a laugh lingered throughout. The burly Rodian outstretched his arms, "Welcome." He greeted, placing both hands upon the table before walking around the right side of it. His eyes never seemed to fall from Lynnori, offering Fett nothing but his own subconscious fear. Whilst not a aware of the price on his head, there was always a reason to be weary of such things. The Rodian's oddly-shaped hand -- scarred and burned -- lightly reached out to touch her chin. "Been a while." Whatever context was there hardly mattered to the Mandalorian.
"Payment." Fett reminded Jioo of the price on her head, regardless of how small it may be. If the Alien had eyebrows he was bound to raise it with suspicion. The Blaster in Koda's hand pressed into Cruz's back was surely uncomfortable for more reasons than one.
"Yes, yes. I getchu' ur creditz." The Rodian replied with a certain smugness, reaching for a device on his desk that the Bounty Hunter had become all too familiar with; the kind that transferred credits, or held them. It had been extended out to Koda, and it was in that moment he shifted Cruz out of the way with his left hand, snatched at the device and slamming his finger down on the trigger several times. An expression of dread, horror, fright and everything of the sorts had flashed over the Rodian's alien face. The WESTAR-34 rippled through the air, blowing a series holes straight through Rodian's form as each shot cased a different facial expression to form, ultimately leaving one frozen. Jioo's body jerked wildly with the forceful impact that made it so he fell moved backwards, ultimately falling over his own desk and disappearing behind it.

Dead: bounty complete. The flashes of blaster fire reflected upon his visor, concealing his expression that hadn't changed in the slightest since arriving. Ever constant, if not for the thrill he felt throughout. There weren't a great many things he enjoyed, but Fett loved​ bounty hunting.

A fight for survival had begun.

 

[Koda Fett]

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NAR HAASKA​

THE RAVAGER​

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It certainly wasn't a unique experience, not to many individuals and least of all Fett. He had faced down impossible odds before, but numbers didn't always ensure a victory, no. Pirates? Skavers? Fools, the lot of them. Perhaps there was a crack shot among the group, one that could muster more bravery than the average, or even bravest of men, but they fell with the same blaster bolt in the chest. Much in the same vain Jioo had done only moments ago. The Zeltrosian? She was of no concern to the Bounty Hunter, and she may roam free for the time-being. It wasn't until a new price on her head emerged that the not-so-Mandalorian was to take an interest in her affairs. For now? He had bigger fish to fry in conjunction with discovering the dead-man that placed a price on Fett's helmeted head. The last person in the Galaxy anyone wanted to be, surely.

Jioo's ventilating corpse found itself resting on a cart, one that was often utilised to manoeuvre heavier equipment. The Rodian, for his species, was quite heavy. It wasn't anything to do with gluttony, but instead hard work and dedication. Although, a muscular figure wasn't able to defend against a series of blaster bolts penetrating one's system, leaving a ghastly scene of cooked flesh that kept his insides on the inside; the same meat stained the walls behind him. The Bounty Hunter had used the cart as mobile cover, something he was bound to need with the skirmish that was to come, be sure of that.

Time. It only took time.

Blasters, Flamethrowers, Missiles, Darts, Whipcords, Blades and everything else left unmentioned found it's use in the onslaught that had taken place. The Mandalorian Armour that concealed Fett's figure had was battered, bruised, scorched and scratched, it had seen many a battle, and shielded the user from all too many attacks that been thrust his way. Be it from the conventional blaster, or a force wielding master that was more than capable of tearing the Bounty Hunter in two with nothing but their mind. He prevailed, as he always did. A cockroach that never seemed to die. His ship remained on lockdown within a hangar, and that's where he was heading.

Fett wandered across a hangar of corpses, ventilated; the Spear II resting just ahead. Pirates. Nothing special. More were on their way, but the Ravager was too large to traverse with ease. The engines of the Firespray began to hum, then thrum, and before anyone knew it Fett had left. Jioo dead, footage recorded on his helmet. Gormu would pay, of that he was certain.

As for Cruz? He hadn't a clue where she ran off to.