Hunting Down Under

[Wenwynig]

Wenwynig had spent days hunting several targets that were pushed by people needing a kill or capture someone of interest. Today he was hunting a Mandalorian, one named Australis. Kaine Australis. There was a need for caution, Mandalorians tended to be aggressive and difficult enemies. This was a mission of bring the target back alive, he wasn't sure why alive but he didn't care to ask. The mission was the mission and so long as they bring the creds then it didn't matter what they wanted to do afterwards to the target.

There had been word that his target was on Onderon, newly acquired by the Mandalorian Empire, Wenwynig was sure that they wouldn't think of an attack happening in their own space. This meant that wouldn't be geared as heavily as they could. This meant that Onderon was the location to strike. He gained access to the planet easily, for he could make himself look unassuming and not dangerous, his preference was to appear the very physical form of death and pain.

Stalking the streets of Onderon, he searched for the target around the busy marketplace. He needed to isolate his prey, open spaces meant for casualties and questions. He needed to take his target with few as possible questions asked.

[member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Wenwynig]

Stalking his prey, he heard the meeting planned for picking up some sort of pet. Trivial as that meeting would not occur if Wenwynig had anything to do with it. Following the Mandalorian leaving the marketplace, Wenwynig thought about the best way to confront the being. Should it be honourable with the best man leaving or should he be stealthier and just knock the Mando out without the man able to fight back? The first option appealed to Wenwynig's sense of honour but the second appealed to his sense of needing creds. Life was not cheap and travelling to do jobs was an expensive life.

Wenwynig felt that he could win the fight either way, deciding on the first option as the way to go. However, he would have some tricks up his sleeves, if he had sleeves. Such a stupid saying from humans. Stepping forward, Wenwynig shook his body and allowed it to transform into his monstrous self. His best self, in his eyes, his true self. His teeth extended and sharpen to small daggers, his fingers turned to long dangerous claws as his body grew into the monstrous height he was. While he was not armoured, his body was a living weapon and killing a symbosys was a feat too few could claim. His species were like cockroaches, they just kept coming back.

He raced forward, leaping onto the back of the Mandalorian, slamming the man forward onto the ground if he got the chance. This was a fight that Wenwynig was going all in for.

[member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Ugar Iskaal]

The Mandalorian sought to buy a beast, that was worth noting.

As was the... direct approach of her competitor. Whisper had favoured such approaches herself once, thankfully she'd eventually proved smarter than herself.

Whisper herself was concealled in a rental apartment near the spaceport - tracking the registry logs of the targets ship had been birthlingplay - the target wanted to be followed, he relished the challenge. Also interesting, very... like her.

Yet at the same time, above the street where the tapcaff sat a shrouded figure lay, seemingly immune to the the hot sun as she stared down at the scene below with glittering green eyes.

Direct. Bio-organic. Sonic attacks to disrupt, likely. Doubtlessly did not like fire. This would reveal some of what the Mandalorian had in that bag of tricks.

The Fett would be coming soon enough - if not here, then going for the targets servant-family - she still had trouble with the concept of family as equals, among her people, daughter would stab mother for power. Those weak ones were foolish to have revealed themselves. A background search had revealed sufficient imagery to create an illusion that would hold up to basic scrutiny.

Whisper checked her weapons and at the same time lay on the hot roof, watching. The Current was everything, the Current was all. It could not be constrained or shaped. She'd learnt that, and in part shed some of her past nature. She understood the concept of 'equal' now, on good days.

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Wenwynig"]​