What had they done to you, Mandalore?
Or Moridinae as the Sith Empire was referring to the planet now. The world was of two halves, a similar look to Kessel, a strip mine on one half and a luxury paradise on the other half. It was heartbreaking to see his home turned into a world no longer recognisable. Worse was that to complete this hunt he had to forgo his full beskar armour. His helmet gone so that he didn't stand out amongst these rich folks as a Mandalorian. He sneaked onto the world through bargaining, threatening and paying his way. It hadn't been easy, the Sith were stricter on movement than the CIS and SJO, so he had problem getting to his home world and when he saw it as they came into landing, he regretted it a lot. However he was here, he was angry and he was determined to capture the target and bring them back to whoever wanted them for whatever reason.
He had heard the rumours that the target was in charge of this new Mandalore, he gotten away with sneaking a blaster pistol and a couple of daggers. Not as well armed as he would have liked but hopefully he could find something around to give him an edge. His people were gone, that much was clear, his clan, his family dead. They must have fought to the bitter end, no Mandalorian would have allowed the world to turn into this. Checking the information on the hire, he knew the name and where they would be, little less. He had to hire a splicer to crack into the Sith Empire's database to steal small amount of helpful information. Such as ion would be a good idea to have brought with him. However, he couldn't get much in terms of weaponry with him, he had been able to pickpocket a single ion grenade that he found when searching a bureaucrats' estate, some sort of arms dealer.
One ion grenade meant he had one chance to take this target down. So, he needed to play it smart, get in close and ensure the ion grenade went off with no chance of the target avoiding it. Once chance. One grenade. One target. It was going to be interesting that was for sure. Aito waited, taking a long guzzle of his beer as he watched out for his target. They should be moving soon.
Lirka Ka
Or Moridinae as the Sith Empire was referring to the planet now. The world was of two halves, a similar look to Kessel, a strip mine on one half and a luxury paradise on the other half. It was heartbreaking to see his home turned into a world no longer recognisable. Worse was that to complete this hunt he had to forgo his full beskar armour. His helmet gone so that he didn't stand out amongst these rich folks as a Mandalorian. He sneaked onto the world through bargaining, threatening and paying his way. It hadn't been easy, the Sith were stricter on movement than the CIS and SJO, so he had problem getting to his home world and when he saw it as they came into landing, he regretted it a lot. However he was here, he was angry and he was determined to capture the target and bring them back to whoever wanted them for whatever reason.
He had heard the rumours that the target was in charge of this new Mandalore, he gotten away with sneaking a blaster pistol and a couple of daggers. Not as well armed as he would have liked but hopefully he could find something around to give him an edge. His people were gone, that much was clear, his clan, his family dead. They must have fought to the bitter end, no Mandalorian would have allowed the world to turn into this. Checking the information on the hire, he knew the name and where they would be, little less. He had to hire a splicer to crack into the Sith Empire's database to steal small amount of helpful information. Such as ion would be a good idea to have brought with him. However, he couldn't get much in terms of weaponry with him, he had been able to pickpocket a single ion grenade that he found when searching a bureaucrats' estate, some sort of arms dealer.
One ion grenade meant he had one chance to take this target down. So, he needed to play it smart, get in close and ensure the ion grenade went off with no chance of the target avoiding it. Once chance. One grenade. One target. It was going to be interesting that was for sure. Aito waited, taking a long guzzle of his beer as he watched out for his target. They should be moving soon.
