Bounty Don't Switch Me Off [Darkwire + Open]

[Jerec Asyr]

Jerec complied concussedly.

Kranak Vizsla @Bithia

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Ayreon would have kept fighting if it weren’t for the fact that they had endangered the Ithorian’s life by getting him involved. Sure, Jerec had gone along with it willingly, but only after they had shot at his vehicle. The HRD knew nothing about him, whether he was a civilian caught in the crossfire or what, but he wasn’t about to risk getting him killed.

The HRD held up his empty hands and climbed out of the airspeeder, leaving his weapons behind. “I think we had better do as he says, Andromache,” he said. She clambered out of the vehicle behind him, hands behind her head.

Those police sirens were getting closer fast. Ayreon processed his options, plotting several different courses of action in less than a second. He had the advantage of time, strength and speed on the Mandalorian, but not much else. The gun pointed at his head would not destroy him even if it did fire at point blank range, but it might blind or seriously damage Ayreon. To say nothing of what would happen if the hunter fired on the Ithorian in retaliation for any sudden moves.

So he decided to bide his time.

“You’ve opened fire on an undercover police officer,” Ayreon said, old subroutines kicking in to add authority to his voice. He had indeed been a cop, three memory wipes and a re-upload ago. “This droid contains valuable information that could lead to the arrest of a dangerous criminal. You’ve impeded its extraction to a secure location. You’re in enough trouble as it is without killing anyone.” He let his words sink in, then added, “Unless you cooperate with us now. Whatever you’re being paid for this, we can pay you more. All you have to do is walk away.”

Jerec Asyr | Kranak Vizsla​

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

HUNT FOR ANDROMACHE

Location: Denon, Unknown (To Kranak) Parts of a City
Local Time: 02:31
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Retrieve the Droid Named “Andromache” Either Intact or Destroyed
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the ECM 598 Medical Backpack)
Tags: Ishani Dinn | Jerec Asyr

“I think we had better do as he says, Andromache,”

Said the man, as he complied with the Ori’ramikad’s orders; getting out of the vehicle with his hands in the air. Andromache followed suit with the man as well. Kranak nodded at the man. He only needed the target after all. He did not have any quarrels with the man or the Ithorian driver, as long as they did not get in the way of his bounty.

“You’ve opened fire on an undercover police officer. “This droid contains valuable information that could lead to the arrest of a dangerous criminal. You’ve impeded its extraction to a secure location. You’re in enough trouble as it is without killing anyone.”

The man -now seemingly an undercover police officer- continued to speak after a short pause. The sirens of the patrol cars of the police were getting closer when the man spoke once more.

“Unless you cooperate with us now. Whatever you’re being paid for this, we can pay you more. All you have to do is walk away.”

Kranak shook his head at the man’s offer, dismissing it. Under normal circumstances, he would have accepted the offer, but he was bound by the bounty hunters’ guild rules when following through with a bounty or a contract. You’d accept the guild’s terms and the terms laid out by the bounty patron that put out the contract. He had to honor the contract, no matter what. You’d accepted bounties keeping that in mind, always.

He was running out of time, he had to follow through with his contract now.

In one swift action, he let go of the pistol grip of his rifle -his Westar-M5 suspended over the Mandalorian’s chest plate, thanks to the Westar’s rifle sling- and stretched out his right arm -the action was accompanied with a muffled grunt, as his right shoulder was still aching- towards the undercover police officer while keeping his blaster pistol still trained on him. With a snap from his right vambrace’s whipcord launcher, he fired off clingwire that coiled the man. [“Nothing personal, aruetii.”]

The giant then quickly holstered the blaster pistol and reached for the Mandalorian Manacles from inside the large black pouch on his war belt to detain Andromache. He grabbed the android, turned her around and cuffed her hands on her back. He then hauled the android on his left shoulder, with the Mandalorian locking her in place as the giant’s left arm coiled by her waist. It was time to leave.

He sprinted past the crashed air speeder and towards a back alley to his twelve ‘o clock, parting the crowd that gathered around the air speeder. The wailing of police sirens were now accompanied with the loud whine of the patrol cars’ repulsor lifts. The bounty hunter had no intentions of getting into a firefight with the local police force. He had to move quickly and extract with the package.

His HUD was in the process of plotting a course to reach his insertion point while the Mandalorian sprinted through the dimly lit back alley, running past several dumpsters scattered at the sides; his armored boots clattering as he sprinted and the small, dirty water puddles splashing occasionally.

The chase had displaced the Mandalorian considerably. He saw that he was off about four kilometers from his original insertion point when the course was laid out before his eyes on his HUD. He would have to first erase his tracks before he could get to his gunship and extract, however.

His HUD indicated a sewage maintenance access nearby, about twenty meters ahead. He reached the manhole in a few moments and laid down the android on the ground on her stomach. The manhole was locked tight with an electromagnetic seal.

The bounty hunter quickly retrieved a Scramble Key from his left pouch while he pried open the manhole’s keypad lid, revealing the keypad. He connected the Scramble Key on the keypad and began the slicing process to open the sealed manhole.

It would take a few seconds for the Scramble Key to do its work, depending on its security level. Once it was sliced, he’d open the sewer maintenance access and proceed to make himself scarce with the bounty.