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"]
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"]