Private Hunters on a Desert world

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Cyran Vaas ​

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It had been three days since the last job Ryala was on, she suffered an almost fatal hit from a Gamorrean's axe during a mission to hunt down a rogue Gamorrean who was wanted by a rival syndicate to the Hutts. Of course, while she called no planet home - she was renting an apartment on Tatooine as the planet was cheap, off the grid, and moreover not the first place anyone who was after her would look. With that, she spent two days resting in some bacta, recovering her leg and stomach wounds before returning to her apartment late on the Second day. Nonetheless, after a day of cleaning her armor and well, repairing her undersuit from the two blaster rounds that scorched some of the cloth - she finally had a day to actually rest and recover.

Next to that though, her ship was impounded as it was returned almost destroyed - and so with that she had no real way off the rock for the time being so until it was repaired she was going to work on her equipment. Therefore, early in the morning, she spent most of her time cleaning her weapons and doing the typical post-hunt traditions she set for herself to become a 'habit', before.. She reached the present. It was thus Noon as commerce was busy in the large Tatooine city. Civilians were wandering around and Ryala was simply making her way through the marketplace on the planet. She had a fairly simple outfit with a tank top and some cargo pants alongside one of her blaster pistols holstered by her side.

One of the first stalls she stopped at was Food vendor, selling some sort of grilled steak as she tossed a few credits looking to the chef. "I'll take two please" She said as he laughed a bit nodding as he began cooking. "Hungry huh?" He said while continuing to cook grilling away as she nodded, keeping fairly silent as she still had a bit of a headache from her recent two days, of course after a minute the older chef tossed down the two portions and a loaf of bread. "Helps with hangover if thats what you got." He said with a kind smile on his face as Ryala gave a smile back, appreciating it as she began to dig into her meal, enjoying her time while putting her guard down for a moment.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Tag: R Ryala Serona

After some recent events in the southern reaches of Hutt space. Cyran was made aware of a bounty of particular interest. A woman, a fugitive, and a bounty hunter. Typically Cyran dismissed such bounties. Hunting his own contemporaries brought him no joy. Only the most egregious warranted being brought to justice in his eyes. Even then they were never pleasant experiences.

However, when looking over the contract something caught his eye. The name of the bounty, Serona. It brought back some memories to when Cyran was largely getting his foot in the door. Deacon Serona, a rather famous hunter years back, something of an inspiration for Cyran even. He’d never met the man, this was before he’d even begun cosplaying as a mandalorian in replica armor. Their death sent ripples to the rest in the profession. The details of which were unclear to Cyran.

Ryala Serona, were they a daughter perhaps? They were wanted for the death of two Hutts. A pretty serious crime in the galaxy, the kind that loomed over someone for a lifetime. The natural longevity for Hutts allowed them to hold grudges for centuries, and their keen minds made sure they didn’t forget. Sometimes even punishing the descendants of an enemy of theirs who’s been long dead.

The bounty intrigued Cyran, and thus he chose to look further into it. However, he decided to not officially take on the bounty for now. So he had no professional or contractual responsibility to complete it.

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Present
Tatooine, Mos Eisley

It had taken a bit of work on his end. Hunting fellow hunters was never easy, and required more thought into tracking them down. Most fugitives tended to make a beeline to get as far away from where they’re wanted as they could. A clever bounty hunter on the run however, could be a much more tricky target. Almost requiring the pursuer to over think and doubt what was cliche. Tatooine was where Cyran had a suspicion where his target could’ve fled to. It was a rustic planet, and out of the way, yet still along a major hyperspace lane.

Arriving on the planet, Cyran landed his vibrantly painted light freighter into one of the various circular docking bays that peppered the city of Mos Eisley. Not long after his arrival some of his suspicions were confirmed when the mechanic at the docking bay remarked how Cyran was now the second mandalorian to grace the modest city in the last few days. Bingo.

Although that didn’t yet confirm his suspicions, it did make him more confident that he was in the right place. From here Cyran would soon begin asking questions and looking for clues to find Miss Ryala Serona.

 

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Cyran Vaas ​

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With all of that, Ryala had finished her meal at the vendor, sliding the plate back to the chef, before leaving a tip of eight credits. "Tasted great, thank you." She said with a rare smile came out of her as he looked at her. "Yeah, of course - come back soon." The chef responded to one of the nicer inhabitants of Tatooine. Either way, she made her way with a bit of a limp in her walk as she was still sore from her last encounter with an equipment vendor, pondering over the goods. She went through almost all her ammo, both her detonators, and hell - two of her three grappling wires taking on her last bounty, an unusual amount.

Therefore at the vendor, she looked the rustic-looking Duros, who had weapons, supplies, and other items laid out. Something you wouldn't see on most other worlds, but, Tatooine was a lawless land. "How much for two grappling ropes, and two blaster ammo packs." Saying as the Duros looked over sliding the equipment over. "Eh, about 250, 320 I'll throw in a half pack." Ryala heard that and nodded, throwing down 320 credits before placing her new 'items' into her bag, wrapping the wire up, and hiding the blaster packs. "And, 20 credits for the road." Of course, that was more of a code, a way of her saying 'Don't say anything'. Either way, he nodded, and she looked to him with a stern look as she began wandering through the streets of mos Eisley, slowly though - trying to hide her limp as well as she could.

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Regardless, while this planet was a great place to hide - one slip-up would cause pain of issues to arise, and sadly returning to the planet in a badly damaged freighter, in Mandalorian armor - almost bleeding out brought a whole world of attention. Their eyes pointed toward the medical center, her apartment, and hell toward the people she spoke with to repair her ship.. Words seemed she was stuck in this world, and it was adding up that it was most likely her.

Words as well - few civilians talked about a hurt Mandalorian - others talked about a brunette woman who often only showed their face to eat, and buy weapons before a Mandalorian would be seen leaving. All suspicions, as it seemed Ryala had been getting to careless with her presence on the somewhat active world.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Tag: R Ryala Serona

Cyran had doubts that his target would be using her real name, and news would likely spread of a second mandalorian in town, one who was nosey and asking questions. He had to be fast, unless he wanted word to spread to Ryala that another armor-clad bounty hunter was looking for her. He’d heard she’d gotten medical treatment for some nasty wounds. Possibly from a job gone poorly.

Taking that into account Cyran knew not to check the clinics. If there’s one profession more closed lip about client confidentiality than bounty hunters, it was medical professionals. But for mandalorians, gear, and gadgets were always of interest. Such providers and vendors were like moths to a flame for them. Eventually Cyran made his way into a shop, run by a Duros. “Welcome, looking for anything in particular Mister Mandalorian?” The alien asked.

“A matter of fact I am, though I doubt you have what I’m looking for in stock. I’m looking for a woman, a human I believe, brunette, athletic type. I heard she’d gotten hurt, I just wanna make sure she’s alright.” Cyran assumed that unlike him right now, she hadn’t been wearing her armor all too much. His tone also seems to suggest more of a concern for her well being, less like he was in pursuit of her.

“Oh no, not at all, been here all day, we haven’t been very busy.” The Duros lied, their tone was rather convincing. Although Cyran picked up on a feeling of unease from them. His emotional telepathy allowed him to tell that they weren’t being honest. Perhaps they too, weren’t willing to spill information on their customers. But Cyran believed that they were likely bribed. The Duros didn’t seem like the most upstanding citizen.

“I see, well I hope you get more customers before the day ends. Take care.” Cyran said before making his way out of the shop. Cyran was pretty certain now Ryala was not only here on Tatooine, but in the same city. On his vambrace he pressed some commands onto a built in datapad. Remotely activating some tools from his ship to make their way towards him. After a few minutes two Prowler 1000 Exploration Droids arrived at Cyran’s position, hovering over to him. Once there he gave the pair some commands, telling them to look out for Ryala, giving a brief description, as well as to look out for any apparent injuries or limp.

With two more eyes in the sky to cover more ground. Cyran didn’t think it would be that hard to find Ryala now. Soon enough, one of his droids found a woman who matched the description. Providing some video feed to Cyran’s HUD under his helmet. She wasn’t far from his position at all. Only a little ways away.

Wanting to confront the fugitive bounty hunter as quickly as possible Cyran activated his Jetpack and flew up into the air towards where she was in the streets. Like a guided missile Cyran landed himself close and in front of Ryala. Rather dramatically dropping in from the sky. Seeing her now he could confirm, it was Ryala. Although he didn’t really want to fight her, he didn’t have a very diplomatic presence.

“Miss Serona, I would like for you to come with me please.” Cyran said, in a very matter of fact tone. Pulling a pair of stun cuffs from his belt.

 

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Cyran Vaas
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Ryala had been only two blocks from her apartment, two blocks from escape.. and enough time to find a way out of this situation. And.. two blocks away from her armor and her weapons.. Only weapon she had on her was one of her S-195 Blaster pistols.. nothing powerful but a possible quickdraw. Either way as the Mandalorian touched down her expression went from neutral to more of a look of anger, or frustration that she let something like this happen. "I think you got the wrong gal." She said, of course - she knew something like this wasn't going to work, and if it did this was either the most gullible hunter in the world, or the stupidest.. which sound like one in the same.

Regardless, she began eyeing and thinking of her options - nearby civilians began eyeing up the situation, stopping a bit away as it wasn't often a Mandalorian would jet pack in. Either way, in the local area there were a few notable pieces.. an alleyway that was a dash away, a canopy that looked rather unstable or well, old. And two fuel cells a decent bit away to the left of Ryala. She considered all options if this went south, On one hand she surrenders, maybe playing her wit and charm into getting herself free.. on the other hand, she tries to fight an armored and well, more armed man than her, and most likely die or get stunned and well end up with an enemy.. Or she can try and escape, running the math in her head for those odds would've taken her so long so that was out of the picture.

"Watcha want with her? Shes at her apartment, I'm her friend Tybatha." Another lie, but hell - she was going to play it safe, cuffs were drawn and her best bet was to buy some time for something.. just something to save her in a stupid fashion, or for her 'pursuer' to make the first move. "But I'm gonna have to ask for you to put those away.. Gonna be honest this isn't the best look." She was playing to much into this, but well, when you're in character its sometimes hard to get out of the sorts.

With that, more people began to come and watch the scene unfold - nothing insane, just about eight to ten civilians to be exact.. some mercenaries in the background getting a laugh out of it and a couple of jawas who were just nearby at there stands when this happened.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Tag: R Ryala Serona

Similarly to the Duros earlier, Cyran was doubtful of the woman’s words and believed she was lying. Narrowing his eyes behind his helmet. There was a strange sort of familiarity that the woman before him had. Although he knew that he’d never met her before in his life. He didn’t want to have a fight with her, at least not here. Unless he catches the eye of any local sherifs or deputies for causing a ruckus. If there even were any that is.

“I see, my apologies Miss, Tybatha was it.” He gently stored his stun cuffs on his belt. Cyran wanted to call her bluff. Overhead his two droids provided extra eyes for him, although Cyran eyes were trained on his target, the droids helped give more information on the surroundings. “Ryala has a bounty on her, I’m just doing my job to apprehend a fugitive. Nothing personal, she’s a bounty hunter, so should understand. Would you mind showing me to the apartment?” He asked, though he knew he was talking to the Ryala, he wanted to play this off diplomatically, at least for now.

However, Cyran made a mistake mentioning the bounty out loud. The group mercenaries nearby that got a laugh out of the scene now seemed rather interested. The group were Niktos, Weequays and one Trandoshan, some began making their way closer, approaching Cyran from behind. The Trandoshan said, “Hey Mando, want some help with that bounty. I’m sure a lot of us could take on this Ryala chick. And we could split the bounty, what do ya say?” Their tone was menacing, Cyran didn’t turn to face them as they stepped closer. They clearly had more of an interest in taking the bounty for themselves. The reptilian alien then unsheathed a vibroblade behind Cyran, the sound of which made him act. Using the visual feed from the Droids above to watch them.

Cyran sprung into action, spinning around and drawing one of his blaster pistols. Bringing a gun to a knife fight would give Cyran an edge. Quickly firing a blue energy ring at the Trandoshan at center mass. Dropping them unconscious. Cyran now had to engage the rest of them now. The conflict and chaos could allow Ryala to slip away pretty easily as well. Luckily for Cyran though he had two droids to follow her.

 

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Cyran Vaas
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As the commotion began she jumped up - Of course, on one hand, she felt bad for Cyran.. but on the other hand, he was about to try and capture her.. So she looked at the alleyway and the group before quickly drawing her blaster and sending two rounds into the nearby fuel canisters, setting them to blow as she made a run for it. Of course, as the explosion went off the concussive blast was enough to send a wave of dust out - but moreover enough to break the post on the nearby canopy to hopefully give Cyran more of an advantage as debris and barrels that were being held up began to fall down into the mercenaries.. and of course, some shrapnel flew out from the explosion. Nonetheless, along with all of this the sound of police speeders could be heard approaching.. most likely deputies hired by the local government, nothing fierce but.. an annoyance to be sure.

Ether way in the break of action Ryala sprinted, gritting her teeth through the pain of her leg as she made her way for her apartment. She knew she would probably only have ten minutes at best.. that might've been overselling it, so she would need to get changed quickly. Either way as she rounded the corner, the droids would have a clear view of her and where she was going as she stepped up the stairs, clearly showing her injury off as she limped with every right step.

Furthermore, as she reached her apartment and opened her door - she was quick to lock it behind her as she knew that would buy her some crucial time. Heading to her locker as she began changing into her armor. Of course, this process took some time as well - in her time changing into her armor most likely Cyran would be ending the fight or hell - already be outside her door depending on how well his fight went. Likewise, she quickly grabbed out her other blaster pistol and strapped her wrist tool on - before finally placing her helmet on and activating its HUD.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Tag: R Ryala Serona

The scene had quickly become violent and chaotic. With shots fired and an unexpected explosion to cause more mayhem. Any local authorities would surely be on the scene. All the while Cyran tried to fight off the mercenaries looking to steal the bounty, a bounty Cyran himself had not yet officially taken on. The exploding fuel cells created a pretty good smoke screen, Cyran’s visor on his helmet allowing him to see though it while using the dust as cover for himself.

Although he was quickly made away, Ryala had made a run for it. Cyran himself tried to follow but was caught off guard by a nikto mercenary that had managed to flank him. Using the pole-like handle of their vibroaxe to clothesline him and knock Cyran on his back. They tried to cleave into him while prone. But as the weapon came down he used his jetpack to move him back across the ground, dodging the vibroaxe before maneuvering himself onto his feet. Having dropped his blaster pistol he got into a fighting stance before the Nikto went for another heavy cleave attack. Narrowly dodging the horizontal swing before he countered with a quick round house kick into their shoulder. Hurting the mercenary and making it hard for them to hold his weapon. Pressing on with another attack, striking nikto in the chest with his fist, covered in his crushgaunt. Easily knocking the wind out of them.

Dazed and in pain, Cyran swept their legs and knocked them over, all while they continued gasping for air. Confident they wouldn’t be fighting back Cyran would finally continue his pursuit of Ryala, a grappling line firing from his vambrace to pull his blaster pistol off the ground and into his hand where he’d holster it.

The sound of local authorities began to close in, and even though Ryala had a head start he knew exactly where to go, as one of his droids followed her back into her apartment. Choosing not to use his jetpack and instead run on foot to make it hard for anyone else to follow him, especially any deputies or sherrifs. Dashing through the tighter allies and streets he eventually made it to her apartment building, he knew she was inside, and exactly which door to go to. Making his way to her room, Cyran grabbed the doorknob. But it didn’t budge. Taking a step back he raised his leg and with a powerful kick, the door flung open. He already looked tired and frustrated, his shiny dark armor covered in dust and sand from the fight. But he was greeted with the sight of his target now armed and armored up, and looked ready to fight. Seeing her armor, he could tell she was Deacon's daughter.

 

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Cyran Vaas
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As the door was knocked down, she was prepped - before she thought about hiding, taking cover somewhere.. No, that wasn't the way she was going to handle this. So, she stood there - as the door came down, she was standing there fully armored with both her pistols aiming at the door and more importantly right at Cyran himself. "You have two choices right now.. You can either back up, and leave and we won't see each other again, or, I'll have to shoot you down." Her voice was completely different from when he first encountered her. It wasn't fearful anymore, it wasn't.. trying to socialize, she was more brutish in her tone. The helmet she had on was her Father's, as the scanner would flip down as her HUD would noticeably begin flashing as she was performing a scan. "Cyran." She repeated as her log informed her of him by searching hunters.

Furthermore, while she was a daunting target.. a Mandalorian would be able to tell the flaw in her armor - she only had two peices of beskarr to her entire set, the chest and torso regions - and her helmet.. the other portions were rusted and beat up plasteel portions painted to look like Beskarr. Next to that she had a limp in her leg, as the armor on her right leg showed that off.. the armor was bent and the underarm body glove was torn open right where a scar was present on her thigh.

That being said, as Cyran thought 'this was Deacon's daughter', it was true.. the way she stood there, the way she talked, the way she held her blasters - she was raised, trained and taught by the Hunter. She was almost like a replica of the former hunter - If a fight was going to happen she was defiantly going to be a hard target to take down.. but, she was clearly injured to say the least.

Regardless, with all of this thinking, she gripped her pistols tighter and looked Cyran down, sweat dripping from her chin and falling from her helmet - preparing for the next move to take place in this encounter.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Tag: R Ryala Serona

Seeing her standing there ready, blasters drawn and trained on him Cyran stood there, and listened to her words. She even called him by name, likely running through some sort of database to get info on him. “Now this feels more like a proper greeting wouldn't you say, Miss Ryala.” He said as he gently raised his hands up, open palms facing her showing that nothing was in his hands.

“I must apologize for jumping the gun earlier, I suppose I deserve the trouble I brought on to myself back there from running my mouth like that.” As he spoke behind his visor Cyran’s targeting system was locking onto her. Even with his hands empty he was far from vulnerable. “You’re right, I could walk away right now. I have no professional responsibility to capture you as I never agreed to take on your bounty. My reputation and career would still be safe and sound. But that wouldn’t be worth the trouble I’ve already gone through tracking you…”

Cyran explained, he couldn’t go now, not while things were just starting to get good. Now with a good lock on with his helmet’s targeting computer. He wanted to see Ryala in action, and see what the daughter of a bounty hunter that was an inspiration for Cyran was capable of. Suddenly a blast came from his kneepad’s rocket dart launcher. Firing a projectile towards her torso at her armor. Confident it wouldn’t seriously wound or kill her but likely knock her back to allow him a moment to grab his own blaster pistols or close the distance.

 

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Cyran Vaas
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She continued to listen in.. she hoped deep down he would make the choice and just say 'Eh yeah this ain't my trouble' and pack it up and leave.. but, that wasn't going to happen most likely.. and next to that, he was 'Mandalorian' so - a fight was to come, it was more how that fight or when that fight was going to happen. "Don't say I didn't warn you when I'm finished." She said as her helmet scanner would raise to its normal position as her HUD would finish lighting up in color in between the few moments of peace before the duel would begin. She kept her blasters aimed center mass, with her right one being aimed slightly inwards in a way of confusing the next move.. it was a trick her father taught her. Moreover, before the action began also, she began thinking about her options.. He was around almost a foot taller than her, which was a common thing as she wasn't the tallest.. and It looked like her was in full beskarr.. nothing to mess with and she was going to have to be smart with her moves.

As the first shot began in the duel - and the knee darts were fired out she dashed slightly to her right - not with great speed but a bit of a soft dive to the right, firing her left pistol center mass while firing the second pistol slightly to the right in the thought he would try to dodge the first shot into the right, however, while he offensive move was smart - the dart would hit her side sending her back and into her couch as it crashed open as she'd lose grip of one of her blasters. In the moment she tried her fastest to get back up on her feet to get back to the fight and prepare herself for the next move.

Furthermore, on the ground, while getting up she sent a wrapple out from her wrist tool trying to get her pistols which had fallen down - and slid closer to Cyran, hoping she would've been the quicker one in this situation. While the dart didn't cause any major damage notably she was knocked onto her bad leg as she would let an audible grunt out in pain from where she landed, and next to that a portion of her body glove was ripped open from the dart causing some cuts to form on her body from the shrapnel and sharpened object.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Tatooin, Mos Eisley
Tag: R Ryala Serona

Things began to move very quickly between the two of them it seemed. Firstly was his kneepad darts that rocketed towards his opponent. But Ryala was prepared, and had her weapons aimed at him. Not only that but had predicted his own movements. He tried to dodge similarly like how she did, but caught a blaster bolt in the chest.

Cyran looked like he was wearing full beskar, but that wasn’t really true. The blaster bolt shot into his chest. Burning a clean hole through the armor plating on his torso. Causing the Zeltron to stumble back some into the wall. Still standing, yet felt a mild burning pain and smelling the irritating odor of burning plastoid. Still though, he wore beskar, but only a wire-mesh vest under his shiny black plating. So her blaster bolt had not managed to make contact with his skin. “Dang, you go right for the kill it seems…” Cyran remarked as he watched her try to retrieve her fallen weapon with a grappling line from her vambrace.

He was already too late to stop her from getting it back. Even if he did he’d likely be in a compromising position as a result. Hearing her painful grunt, likely still from her prior injuries, Cyran took note of it. Taking a more defensive stance, projecting from his vambraces were two blue and round Personal Combat Shields. Using them to cover his torso from her blasters. Then he began to approach, stepping closer and relying on the energy shields to block any incoming damage. He wanted to make her pistols less useful by getting in close. Where Cyran would try and grab her arms or wrists to keep her blasters, pointed elsewhere, and not towards him after deactivating his round energy shields. Looking down at her he had slight grin behind his T-shaped visor and he’d attempt to knee her in the gut. Originally wanting to headbutt his helmet against hers, but he knew hers was Beskar, and his wasn’t, though it was not as fragile as his plastoid armor platings. He learned the hard way years back to not cut corners with your helmet.