First voyage. (Veil)

[RS626]

With a hydraulic hiss the landing gear of the RJX-One "Malevolence" landed in one of Coruscant's many hangars, the ship bouncing a little as it landed on its skid-pads. A few moments yet another hiss as the rear cargo compartment of the dark green gunship opened, a 6"3 Assassin Droid stepping out, door closing automatically after its departure.
As he neared the exit of the hangar, two Coruscant guards pulled the droid over to the side, analysing him and searching him for any weapons, fortunately he didn't have any on his possession. "I'm unarmed." He spoke bluntly, no emotion. Well he was an assassin droid after all.
So why was this droid on Coruscant? Well, this ship may have been one of a kind. But it wasn't in the best of conditions, he was here to get a part and it was the closest stop, so why not. Maybe he'd also find something to do here, Coruscant may have been home to the Galactic Republic, but even amongst the angels lay a few demons.
And the small bar in the corner seemed shady enough, besides he figured he should get to know the place a little, after all it was only recently that he was activated so he had no idea of the planet's geographical layout.

 

[Veil]

One thing that Courascant never seemed to run out of: criminals. They always hold this planet up as one of th best places to be when in reality it's as bad as places like Nar Shadaa or Tatooine, they just keep it cleaner. But even the most toughest and stubborn of stains were hard to rub out. Like the Zebrak gang leader causing so much trouble for everyone in one of the lesser neighborhoods on Courascant. The Veil, the mysterious hacker who'd been like a gaurdian angel to some, could only do so much against this man. She could change up the shipping details of any weapons he would try to get his hands on or manage to syphon back credits he'd stolen from soneone but she couldn't be out there to put a preminant end to him. That needed something a lot better than her. And as luck would have it, that something came lumbering around the cantina she'd been survaling. He seemed the type to do something decent, maybe with enough money thrown in for it. Now it was just a matter of getting his attention.

At a nearby ATM-like machine that had another camera and a small screen began to act faulty. By the time the droid came around the screen changed to display a cyberntic looking face of some unknown origin, {Hey, you!} it said in an augmented voice, neither male or female. {Over here. The ATM that's magically talking to you.}

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[RS626]

Being a Bounty Hunter was a mixed bag when it came to reputation, either you could do noble causes and be seen a hero, or end up doing some..."dirtier" work and suddenly be seen as an international criminal with hundreds of millions of juicy credits up for grabs with the bounty on your head, thankfully this droid was a clean slate so far, shiny exoskeleton and everything, absolutely mint condition so it was easy to tell he was new in the Bounty Hunting business.
This bar was shady, everything about it whispered "not right", this was a work place, for him this was his equivalent of the Job Center, a sleazy bar with cheesy background music and all sorts of undercover illicit activities however it wasn't his business to know what people enjoyed doing at this bar as he was here for a different reason. Maybe he could get a good deal on something, who knew. Better to go than not after all.
As he walked past, he heard a voice, an arrow showing up on his display pointing out the source of the noise, a program used for reconnaissance, and he turned his head towards the ATM which the arrow kindly pointed out. He silently shifted direction and walked towards the ATM, no talking, what did this cash dispensal system want with him?
"And what does an Automatic Teller Machine require?" This place just got more interesting by the second.
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[Veil]

{Well what the 'Automatic Teller Machine' wants is to cut a deal with you, big guy.} It began saying. {You seem the very imposing type. Very big, strong, probably squish kitten without looking but keep on walking by. You're the kind of guy I need for some help. Call it an 'extermination' if you will.} A moment later a display of the Zebrak in question came up on the screen. {See this guy here? He's a big time criminal in these parts. And I, being as I am, can't exaclty get to him in order to make him stop harassing the peopel of this area.} The screen went back to the face and said {That's where you'd come in, my big tall, imposing friend.}

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[RS626]

Osiris listened to this strange cash dispensing service talk to him, granted whoever was operating this was far from dumb, after all who would ever call the Coruscant guards telling them that a cashpoint was soliciting with bounty hunters, they'd be seen as crazy. And what this machine wanted was a certain extermination service, wow. He walked into this planet unarmed, well, he supposed he'd just have to use his abilities and unfortunately for him. Hand to hand combat, Osiris was strong, sure but he prefered a blaster in his fists rather than thin air. Well, had to get the credits for his first gun somewhere.
"Continue."
He didn't ask questions, as this mission didn't require any, and that's what bounty hunters were for, to accomplish missions people weren't capable of doing.
"Any idea of his whereabouts?"
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[Veil]

{As of right now, no. But I bet if you go asking around in the cantina you might find something.} The monitoring face seemed to look at him for a moment before asking {You in need of a weapon? I thought you types always brought your own. No matter.} From the mahcine despended up to 5,000 credits. {Consider than just the tip of the icing. You get rid of the leader and it'll be triple that.} After he took the credits the face said {Don't worry. When you get the infor I'll call you.}

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[RS626]

"Financial crisis." The droid merely spoke, almost humoristically, not delving into too much detail, but enough to give out the truth in this situation. Osiris not being much of the talkative type nor the type to reveal much information, call it a spy's instinct. He took the money discreetly, but not too urgently, tucking it into one of the pockets which would usually hold ammo clips.
Huh, seems as if he'd have to get the information the hard way, it wasn't his most preferred way, but if he had to go recon it must be done.
He was going to ask how she planned on calling him but she probably seemed to have her own ways of doing so, so that was the least of his worries.
He wondered if there was an arms merchant somewhere here. If he could land himself something reliable like an E-11s, he'd use that for now, he wasn't going to be anywhere near the killing, so preferably shooting him from a range above 700 meters would work when he was alone, maybe he'd even dispatch whatever lackeys were around him, 0 witnesses.
A vendor waiting in a darker corner of the cantina, crates laying behind him, hidden by the obscurity, must've been an arms dealer, the person looked rather shifty.
He'd ask for information in the canteen before he purchased anything.
He asked some of the more shady people in the bar if they could recognize the person Osiris emitted on the hologram projector in his hand, the same photo given by the ATM.
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[Veil]

One individual in the cantina, a little Jawa, was busy drinking his own weight in whatever alchaol he could buy. Not a few minutes later, as he was finishing his fith drink, was when the large lumber droid had come in. At first the Jawa ignored him, taking what little note he could of the design and make of it if he ever wanted to pinch some parts off it when he would find it in heaps of metal. But then he looked and could see it was looking for someone he knew. One of his informants and that was a bad sign to be in the same place with what was likely a bounty hunter. He quickly paid his drink and tried casual walking out of the bar without being noticed, all the while his heart racing.

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[RS626]

Having asked a few people and getting mostly "I dunno, sorry." as his main response, he figured he'd divert his attention, he spoke quietly with the gun merchant, slipping him 2,200 credits for an E-11s disguised in a long briefcase, paying in advance in case he had to make a quick escape.
He activated his X-ray vision, allowing him a view of the entire crowd along with the analytic ability, and he indentified a Jawa, skulling down his drink, strange. Why would he be in such a rush? He figured he had asked enough people and didn't get round to someone who belonged to a race which thrived upon smuggling and scamming.
Jawas were a mental warning for Osiris, he knew the dangers that Jawas posed, well, not dangers but more annoyances, these things were experts when it came to reducing droids to scrap metal, he was programmed to be careful of them and pretty much hate them, were he capable of actual feelings.
"Excuse me." He spoke trying to get his attention by turning up the volume so he'd hear, but it seemed as if the Jawa was having none of it, so he followed suit, powerwalking behind it, 3 foot Jawa, 6"3 Assassin Droid, this would be fun.
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[Veil]

Upon hearing the droid the little fellow ran off as fast as he could. His little feet scurried as fast as possible, going down one alley and ducking through garbage and people walking by to get away from the droid at all cost. He looked back and could see him catching up, making him try to run faster. It came to a point where he ducked under a few stray gargabed droids and waited until the droid passed. After that he poked his head out and tried running the other way, not knowing if he actually lost the droid or not.

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[RS626]

Oh hell no, he wouldn't run away like that if he had nothing to do with it, the alert switch was on, Osiris sprinted full speed, at a speed most droids would not be seen at, faster than a lot of humans even, a complex hydraulic system and lightweight materials allowed this, he attempted to catch up to the small Jawa, who was running pretty hard despite being the very definition of pint-sized.
People could pretty much see a 6"3 Assassin Droid running towards them at high speed, and a lot of them made sure to get the hell out of the way, a lot of them hurling obscenities in whatever language was spoken in this melting-pot of a planet. Some however, were not so lucky, and a 300lb Droid running at full pelt was hardly easy to slow down and a lot of them just got bowled right over, as he continued his journey, tracking him with the X-Ray vision with the Jawa's unique skeleton.
He so happened to race right past the hiding Jawa, kinetic energy meaning he'd slide right past him even if he attempted to stop, not by too much though although managing to get the better of his quick thinking, instinctively, he threw the briefcase with his robotic strength, hoping to hit him just before he reached peak acceleration so that the 7 kilogram case was enough to knock him over. And with that he tried to gain ground, hoping to keep the Jawa trapped under his foot were he to have not gotten up.
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[Veil]

With the heavy metal foot on him, the Jawa panicked as he tried to get up, sputtering in his own laungaue one little excuse after another. A rub was cracked from the weight and he was in pain as well. But it was clear he was in no position to run. More and more the little creature said how he had nothing to do with whatever the droid wanted him for, trying to nudge his way out from under his foot. Though this was proving useless more and more.

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[RS626]

Expressionless as always he made sure not to press too hard, he wasn't going to kill this thing before it told him the information, the voice-to-text translator in his mind barely capable of keeping up with his stammering, unfortunately Osiris wasn't kitted out with too many languages, but Jawaese was one of them, along with Huttese and Mando'a. "Now, tell me where he is or I will crush you like an insect." He wasn't going for the full ego trip even if he did have a massive disliking for Jawas.
He awaited his response, applying slightly more pressure. "Now." He continued, in a more direct tone of voice, showing that he was not in a mood to mess around with meatbags right now.
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[Veil]

The Jawa begged and begged before finally giving in. He told how the leader was often hiding in a warehouse in the nearby district. He would likey be there tonight. If he was released for it then the Jawa would'vve ran off as fast as posssible, otherwise he'd have been killed by the droid. In any case anfter that was done a nearby camera examine the entire scene. Veil had been watching and had to give the droid credit for getting the information as he did. She waited until he came back to the ATM where, after a moment, the virtual face would appear.

{Not bad work I saw just now.} It said. {Now you have your objective. Get it done and I'll keep to the deal.}

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[RS626]

He coldly walked forwards, picking up his briefcase and dusting it off slightly before walking off towards the warehouse, making a mental note of it in his "Objectives" section of his display, so he had the weapon, now it was time.
He looked up, a camera. Did anybody see? He didn't have the equipment to see the server it was using but he figured he needed to scram, sharpish. He walked quickly towards the ATM, the face lighting up the screen again, he had nothing to say, no objections, he merely nodded and made his way towards the warehouse, he'd be there early, he wanted to set up a good vantage point for the assassination.
He had to put on a good show, hopefully this ATM would be a frequent client, even if it seemed nothing like a criminal, but neither like someone too bent towards the authorities here. Someone was running the show, but he wasn't going to ask any questions as there was a job to be done.
Making his way to the warehouse he chose a building approximately 250 meters away, entering through an alleyway and going up the balcony steps with the briefcase until he reached the top floor.
He pushed the briefcase up the final part of the summit, before he grabbed the ledge of the building and hoisted himself up quickly, grabbing the briefcase again and going near the edge of the building.
He put the briefcase in front of him and opened it, shiny new E-11s, perfect for the job.
He assembled it quickly as it was field-stripped, and after having slotted in the barrel, he set up the bipod and made sure that the barrel and scope were facing the warehouse, using his optics and accuracy, he'd attempt to identify the target once he eventually did come.
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[Veil]

The zebrak was among the rest of his gang. A little over a dozen different types of thuggish people you'd expect among a small ensamble such as this. He'd only just arrived, his fancy speeder he ripped off from someone outside. It was clear he was not made aware of what went on with the Jawa but at the same time, given how much man power was with him, it was clear this man was always ready for any kind of attack. But given where he was he wasn't exaclty expecting anything of an assasniation attempt on his life by the droid bounty hunter. But at the same time if he dided then one of his men would easily take his place. All of them needed to be dealt with.

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[RS626]

Over a dozen, this rifle held 6 bullets, looks like he'd be in for a firefight then, no problem. A few blasters here and there would be fine, it was Osiris and one of the most accurate and reliable Sniper Rifles in production, versus 12 crooks who have to hit a prone target from 250 meters away.
He waited for him to show more of himself, the perfect opportunity when they least expected it. Hopefully when they were talking.
The optics analysed the distance between him and his target, sensors on the scope measured windage, and all those calculations allowed Osiris to take what was hopefully the perfect shot, he waited for the target to stay a bit more still, centered the crosshairs on his head and took the shot, a quick red blast hopefully culminating in a perfect headshot.
He'd take out the Zabrak first, as he was top priority and if his shot was successful, he'd instantly switch focus to the speeder, hoping to hit the fuel tank for the Turbojet engines in an aim to set the entire vehicle aflame and blow it up, hopefully taking out whoever was near it.
4 shots left, he'd use them on any potential survivors before he required a reload.
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[Veil]

The shot at the zebrak worked making the rest of his men aim their guns all about, not knowing where it came from. Some of them who were outside near the speeder were caught in the explosion when the droid shot it. That left a good ten left. All of them began scrambling around, trying to take defensive positions. For all they knew this was some highly planned sneak attack on them from a rival gang or the like.

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[RS626]

Scrambling, perfect. Just what he wanted. He attempted a killing blow to whichever gang members remained, didn't really matter where, whether it was heart, neck or head, as long as they never got up.
This was where he belonged. Just him on a rooftop a good couple hundred meters in distance and a trusty sniper rifle. This was his style and he'd do it quite unlike any other bounty hunter. Especially for an assassin droid to perfect such a delicate art.
4 shots he'd need a reload, he grabbed a full clip from the briefcase and ejected the old empty one in seemingly one fluid movement before resuming fire.
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[Veil]

One by one each of the members was picked off. The six that remained all grouped and decided they either needed to make a stand or make a run for it. Feeling saffer inside they all stayed and tried to hide away from the windows, not being seen from the outside by anyone. All grouped in a circle as well as not to be snuck up on by anyone. They may have been scared but at least they were smart enough not to make any major mistakes.

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