The blaring horn of the start of the evening stirred Thom from his brief nap. He rose swiftly in a single motion, his mind breaking through the idle fog of near exhaustion he had been under for the past week during his journey to the planet of lol. He had arrived just that morning, securing a room in one of the few hotels offered to off world travelers. The rest on the planet had long since been converted into housing blocks for the thousands of mining 'workers' that lived on the planet in abject poverty. Moving to the window of his room, Thom glanced down briefly at the ever increasing crowd on the smog clouded streets. He could not see their faces from here, but their gaits and and down turned heads gave Thom enough information.
Sadly, he was not here this day to change their fates in this life. He had come here to kill.
He moved across the space of his room, opening the suitcase he had brought with him, and began to put on the various pieces of his armor. In short order he was fully armored and armed, strapping the last of his spare knives to his hip and back, and checking the power packs on his pistols before he slid them into their holsters. Sliding his helmet on, Thom took a deep breath as his suits systems began to come online, flooding him with new information and stimuli as he strode slowly back to the window. Reaching up, he tapped the side of his helmet three times in rapid succession, blinking his eyes to adjust as his visor zoomed in on the massive building across the street from his hotel.
The mining guild headquarters for this sector of the planet was truly a marvel of engineering. Compared to the other run down buildings, the pristine walls and beautiful banners hanging from glass windows looked like they belonged on some pleasure world somewhere in the galaxy. And within those walls was Gotru the Hutt. A minor Hutt lord within their criminal empire, but one with strong connections to the slave trade in several different parts of the galaxy. A bounty had been placed on his head less than a month ago, and Thom had taken it without question. Killing Hutts was one of his favorites things in life, and one so well connected to their slaver organizations only sweetened the deal. When the Hutt had learned of the bounty, he had fled here to lol, where many Hutt slaves were purchased to replace the inevitable losses of those that worked in the harsh conditions of the mines. He thought he would be safe here. There was even a festive ball to be thrown later this night. Gotru was confident he would be able to wait out this bounty here.
Thom had come to prove him wrong.
Turning away from the window, Thom began to piece together a long barreled rifle, before finally equipping a hook to the end of it. The headquarters of the mining guilds were designed to defend against the regular slave uprisings here. As such, their defenses focused more on what was below than above. Thom had picked his hotel room specifically with that thought in mind. Leveling the rifle on one of the highest spires of the headquarters, he fired the hook, shattering the window in the process. He watched as the arcing hook flew through the air before beginning to descend. It finally latched onto the railing of the spire across from Thom, locking into place with magnetic clamps. Flipping the rifle in his hand, Thom activated its own mag lock and secured it to the ceiling of the hotel room. Gripping the barrel of the gun, Thom twisted it suddenly. A moment later, he shot out the open window, the barrel of the rifle flying along the connecting wire between rifle and hook, carrying Thom along with it.
It was time to get to work.
[member="Adenn Kyramud"]
Sadly, he was not here this day to change their fates in this life. He had come here to kill.
He moved across the space of his room, opening the suitcase he had brought with him, and began to put on the various pieces of his armor. In short order he was fully armored and armed, strapping the last of his spare knives to his hip and back, and checking the power packs on his pistols before he slid them into their holsters. Sliding his helmet on, Thom took a deep breath as his suits systems began to come online, flooding him with new information and stimuli as he strode slowly back to the window. Reaching up, he tapped the side of his helmet three times in rapid succession, blinking his eyes to adjust as his visor zoomed in on the massive building across the street from his hotel.
The mining guild headquarters for this sector of the planet was truly a marvel of engineering. Compared to the other run down buildings, the pristine walls and beautiful banners hanging from glass windows looked like they belonged on some pleasure world somewhere in the galaxy. And within those walls was Gotru the Hutt. A minor Hutt lord within their criminal empire, but one with strong connections to the slave trade in several different parts of the galaxy. A bounty had been placed on his head less than a month ago, and Thom had taken it without question. Killing Hutts was one of his favorites things in life, and one so well connected to their slaver organizations only sweetened the deal. When the Hutt had learned of the bounty, he had fled here to lol, where many Hutt slaves were purchased to replace the inevitable losses of those that worked in the harsh conditions of the mines. He thought he would be safe here. There was even a festive ball to be thrown later this night. Gotru was confident he would be able to wait out this bounty here.
Thom had come to prove him wrong.
Turning away from the window, Thom began to piece together a long barreled rifle, before finally equipping a hook to the end of it. The headquarters of the mining guilds were designed to defend against the regular slave uprisings here. As such, their defenses focused more on what was below than above. Thom had picked his hotel room specifically with that thought in mind. Leveling the rifle on one of the highest spires of the headquarters, he fired the hook, shattering the window in the process. He watched as the arcing hook flew through the air before beginning to descend. It finally latched onto the railing of the spire across from Thom, locking into place with magnetic clamps. Flipping the rifle in his hand, Thom activated its own mag lock and secured it to the ceiling of the hotel room. Gripping the barrel of the gun, Thom twisted it suddenly. A moment later, he shot out the open window, the barrel of the rifle flying along the connecting wire between rifle and hook, carrying Thom along with it.
It was time to get to work.
[member="Adenn Kyramud"]