For a Few Credits More...

[Sal Katarn]

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Booted heels crunched packed earth as Sal Katarn descended the ramp of his ship. Eyes a shade of envy squinted beneath a scarred and pitted T-visor. The tattered black poncho he wore barely fluttered in a light breeze. He looked out and saw a graveyard.

Bones of giants bigger n' krayts loomed up outta the landscape. Gargantelles. Or what was left of 'em anyway. Killed off on the orders of the Hutts thousands of years ago. Funny how Sal's quarry came to do the same.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]. Former or current Mandalore. Didn't much matter. Katarn could not care less 'bout what the fella called himself, so long as the shoe fit. Gorba put a price on his head so big every bounty hunter in the sector would be looking for him.

Sal'd been tailing the Mando since they slipped off the Mara Corridor. Munin must've spotted his blip on the sensors, 'cause he high tailed it to Boz Pity.

Made sense. Graveyard planet. Bones and ruins all around. Yeah. Munin was somewhere out there, fixin' to dry gulch him.

Sal grunted. Not as hot as he expected out here. Just a lot of dead nothing.

Best get on with it.

Tapping on the datapad mounted on his left wrist, Katarn called the probe droid from inside his ship's hold. The small droid whooshed off into the sky above, sweeping the ground below for signs of life.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Boz Pity Graveyard​

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The Mandalorian Clans existed for better or for worse, and when the clans united they had one leader: the Manda'lor. A prestigious title that would be claimed by the greatest warrior of all the clans, and the clans would rally behind this individual to conquer the galaxy as they did in the days of old, or perhaps they would simply strengthen their own ties. Either way it didn't matter to Koda Fett, yes he bore a Mandalorian Clan name but the clans meant nothing to him. As a Clone of Jango Fett he saw it only right that once he fled the oppressive Republic that the name would be adopted. In one way or another he was his son. Though he held no allegiance to anyone but himself.

Fett was on the hunt for one Vilaz Munin, taking a break from his usual work with the Galactic Empire and returning to Gorba the Hutt's employ, for how long he wasn't sure. Within the Firespray he tracked his quarry, although another one was hot on his tail. Behind the Concord Spear's military grade jamming device Koda pursued, invisible to either ships scanners. He had the upper hand so far; concealment. The vessel that only appeared lightly armored had more than a few tricks hidden inside it's bowels.

The Concord Spear swooped into the planet's atmosphere. immediately being greeted by the air that just seemed dirty, it no doubt was. Robotic machines went about their business, crushing down the scrap to form smaller chunks of it and in turn effectively ridding it of the waste entirely. It wasn't before too long the ships had stopped moving, assuming that they had landed, Fett moved in to do the same. Although some ways away of course in a clearing that would allow his Firespray to land. When the ramp seeped into the mud and the Bounty Hunter emerged, he was met by the toxic air, perhaps not literally, but it sure smelt awful and could do some degree of damage. It was hot too, burning even, but inside his suit of armor his temperature remained modulated. The armor was sealed to, and fresh oxygen was flooded inside to keep him comfortable.

Fett trekked the graveyard of Boz Pity, his side-cloak flailing in the soft breeze as he knelt down to examine something that appeared fresh. He was getting close, his sensors pinged it, yet only one target came his way and it was approaching fast - by the looks of it was bypassing the scrap on the ground. Koda assumed it was going over it, so from his knelt position he aimed up and stared upwards. The probe came over, glaring down at Fett for but an instance before it's feed became scrambled. The Rangefinder was a useful tool, and when used appropriately it can perform all sorts of task. In this case it was jammer. If it traveled out of range of the Bounty Hunter then it's feed would reappear, nevertheless, Katarn would know something was up. Although the most likely perpetrator would in fact be Munin. After all, nobody else was on this rust bucket of a planet now were they?

[member=Sal Katarn] [member=Vilaz Munin]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

War erupted between his clan and a criminal cartel which resulted in bounties being placed on each other.

The highest there was was the leader of each faction, and bounty hunters and assassins craved for that. Many were sent at Vilaz, but they would find themselves defeated with retreating or being slain. A warrior he was, but he used to be in the game of bounty hunting. He knew their tactics, the common ones anyways. There was always those that had their own unorthodox ways.

Today was another day of killing more bounty hunters on this wasteland filled with nothing but corpses and bones. Whoever was chasing him would be another addition to this graveyard.

"These fethers keep on getting young," the Munin said to himself as he roamed freely across the graveyard with his gear ready for any combat. His favorite assault rifle was carried in his hands. Two blasters were in his holsters instead of his WESTAR 34 pistols. Two stun grenades, one concussive grenade, and one thermal detonator. Along with the integrated weaponry of his armor (with only his wrist flamethrower being replaced, along with his DUR-24 being alternated) that was all gear and weapons he had on him. More were on his ships, but he was a good kilometers away from it.

His armor sensors and HUD would keep a lookout on anything near his vicinity.

[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

The probe feed linked to his helmet's HUD went fuzzy with static for a moment. The droid moved on and the static disappeared.

"Hm," Katarn grunted.
Another time, another place he woulda writ it off to some city interference. But out here in the middle of the graveyard, with everything dead for kilometers in every direction?

"Mhm."

Sal walked back up the shuttle's ramp and disappeared into the hold. He returned a moment later, holding a rifle that looked like it meant business.

Funny enough, the probe droid picked up a life form nearby that weren't him. Maybe whatever fuzzed with the feed only worked for the camera. Sal couldn't say.

Moving through the ribcage of a long-dead giant, Sal came to stop in front of a broken off chunk of petrified rib that came up to near chest-level. Resting the rifle on the bone, Katarn peered through the scope toward where the lifesign pinged on the probe droid's feed.

Caught a shift of movement in the distance, then there he was plain as day. [member="Vilaz Munin"], in the flesh. Or at least someone wearing his distinctive armor. Sal moved the barrel slightly, centering the reticle around Vilaz's torso, then squeezed the trigger.

The anti-tank rifle's discharge scared up a flock of fowl roosting on top of the ribcage.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Boa Pity Graveyard​

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The hunt was often the most time consuming, the planning process and luring your quarry into a trap often required a lot of dedication and with it time. It wasn't often a perfect opportunity to strike was given to a Bounty Hunter. This location was dead, quite literally, nobody was in sight except for the three men on the planet. Although for Vilaz and Sal it was only them. Koda was a hunter in the shadows, whether he'd openly strike now or wait until it was nothing more than scavenging a corpse was unknown. Even to himself.

This boneyard provided plenty of places to hide and gain advantageous positions. This was the time to do exactly that. The thunderous sound of an Anti-Tank round echoed throughout the Boneyard, providing enough time to decipher where exactly it had come from. From the heightened position he found himself in, the Rangefinder folded over Fett's visor allowing an enhanced view that would eventually pick out the two, identifying their heat signatures, both targets being displayed on his HUD for now.

Cautious steps were placed down the slope, making his way towards the duel of sorts. Though he didn't interfere for now, all Fett had done thus far was close the distance. Vilaz Munin was present but whoever this other one was, he had no idea, perhaps he should have. Nevertheless he didn't. For now he kept keen eyes on his sensors, observing for the meantime.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

There was a reason why Mandalorian technology was held in high esteem in the Galaxy. An example of that was here today on this boneyard planet when Vilaz's HUD and sensors warned him of a newcomer that was a couple meters away. The first instinct wasn't to attack. Not now anyways. That would come later until the time was right. Right now the Concordian was using his wits and intelligence that have served him well throughout all these years.

The warrior jogged away from the stranger and went behind a rock only to be thankful that he did as a bombastic sound scared off a lot of birds, and the impact of the bolt caused a huge explosion on the rock with chunks of it destroyed or broken apart.

"Feth this," the Mandalorian said to himself and activated his jetpack quite shortly to make a large jump to the top of a rocky hill that was part of a mountain. From there, placing a bigger gap between him and the assailant, he would make a climb upwards the geological structure.

The high ground was always the best ground.

[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

"Hm."

Sal ejected the expended powerpack and slid another into place with a smooth and practiced movement. Swinging the targeting reticle, he followed Munin as the warrior jetted skyward, leaving twin contrails in his wake. Katarn inhaled.

The Mandalorian landed on the top of a hill.

Sal exhaled and fired.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Boz Pity Graveyard​

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The shots persisted, it was clear that a firefight had begun, or was very close to. His sensors were out of range, unable to identify the number of combatants but if his investigative skills could tell him anything it's that there were two of them. Two shots came from one, and a jetpack from another. Whoever it was, they were fleeing from the shots, or so it sounded. By the time the day was over there would be another soul lost in this graveyard, and if Fett was to capture his quarry, then it would be this additional hunter.

It wasn't often that someone beat Fett to a hunt, this Katarn was clearly credible enough. Not that it bothered Koda, he laid in wait for his moment to enter the fray. Remaining kneeled down, clutched his EE-3 Blaster Carbine loosely, he appeared rather relaxed, why wouldn't he be? The action was far from him, and all he had to do was wait. It wouldn't be before too long they they would wear each other down, and when it came they would be easier pickings. Like a scavenger to a dead body out in the wastes, Fett would pick it clean.

The Bounty Hunter was a smart combatant, often known for his cunning just as much as is combat prowess. So he comfortably remained in place, all would be over relatively soon.

[member=Sal Katarn] [member=Vilaz Munin]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

HUD told him that the attacker was still in its original position and not moving which gave Vilaz the assumption he was about to do shoot from afar or something else.

And he guessed right.

Another energy shot was fired coming right at the Munin. It didn't hit him, however, but it did made impact on the hill causing the explosion to send the Concordian flying back and landing on the terrain, his momentum rolling him.

The Mandalorian's visor told him of his vitals and they were good. Maybe some bruises or aches, but nothing internally was injured. The only thing that was damaged was his jetpack, but that didn't worry him. It was just weight being dropped off and he had grav-boots as secondary mobile devices to get him around. It wasn't as fast as his jetpack, but it would do.

The warrior was on the other side of the hill, out of sight for the sniper...for now. Right now he would keep on moving away from the attacker; there was no point in closing the distance when he could be shot and blown up by whatever rifle he or she was wielding. There would be a chance to attack him; just had to make sure the cards were right.

[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[TI-1027]

Madam Andromeda

Designation: Destroyer Droid

Location: Boz Pity

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The Droideka rolled around the surface of the world, her shiny chromium plating glaring against the light as she did so. The sound of old bones and other unknown things crushing against her body echoed through out the area. The Droid had come to this planet in search of other Separatist droids, hoping to re activate them hoping to use them to help her rescue her Smuggler friends who've been captured by the Galactic Empire for some time. It was unknown even to the Droid if they we're even alive anymore but she pressed on wards hoping that they still lived.

The Droid continued to roll around the planet, occasionally stopping to get her barrings before continuing to roll along not stopping until she discovered at least one Separatist factory. Suddenly the sound of a blaster firing echoed through the mountains and plains of the planet. Which caused the Droid to suddenly stop in her place raising her shield in the process. Before looking around her area was it the Empire? No couldn't be they haven't been here in ages. Maybe they came back in hopes of getting any left over droids? Possibly but the Droid herself wasn't entirely sure.