Location: Pariah Bridge, 1300 Hrs, Local Time
Mission: To Hunt down and kill [member="Anaki Sann"]
Reward: Self Interest, recovery of Gam, Honor demanding
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When word spread of somebody in Mandalorian armor, without having ever earned it, Atin Vendet took a personal interest in the file. Finding the target's home had only cost three fingers of a local spaceport administrator, and a couple hundred credits, a dept he'd gladly paid. Mandalorians were self policing, and the actions of a renegade element greatly reduced the prospect of future employment. Those problems were like a wound, that needed to be purged and sterilized before it turned septic.
The man, cold blue eyes locked upon the data pad, produced a wolfish grin of smug satisfaction, as he locked his helmet into place. Jackal like in it's appearance, the buy'ce donned a row of wicked teeth, maw sneered back in mockery of its prey, and adorned by the Vendet Motto, as well as a series of six vertical dashes as the only reminder of lesser souls.
"I've got you."
The Kom'rk class fighter transport shuddered as it tore into light speed, the blue hue of distant stars zipping into lines, as autopilot engaged. Atin Vendet sat cross legged on the deck behind the worn seat of the captains chair, checking over weapons and gear with the mechanical method of a man who'd done his fair share of work. Only a fool played fair. Westar 35 rifle, smart linked scope, illegally rigged with
A supercharged round that traded overheating issues for the capacy to blow a hole the size of a dinnerplate in somebody. Two WP grenades, leg holster Westar 35 pistol, flamethrower, wrist repeater, etc. All his items were broken down, checked and re checked for deficiencies. By the time he had donned his FLC load carrier, the ship was nearing its exit from hyperspace.
It was time.
