I Collect (NPC Bounty, Hop in for fun!)

[RC 212]

• Objective: Capture this guy, Alive preferably
• Contract: 500,000 For Alive. Half for Dead, Open to all Hunters
• Deliver to Block 36, Level 7, Building 6211 for collection of funds.

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It had been a long day on Corsucant. She was somewhere in the mid levels, working the block to try and find a notorious man named Jagis Ven. Word had it he'd pissed off some Black Vulkars by robbing their prototype fuel algorithm. She scoffed. She only needed credits and the rest was Osik.

Except the thrill of the hunt.

Her and her partner Nub Gub the Ughnaut were stacked on the door.

"Ready?"

"Yeah cut it man."

The small alien snapped her plasma torch off her hip and placed it the door, ripping and blasting through the durasteel frame. She kept watch, eyes down her sights like a hawk scouting for prey.

"We're too exposed here, hurry the feth up Nub."

"I'm going! Im Going! You know this guy is gonna run as soon as we get in there right?"

"Are you kidding, he's probably halfway out the back by now. You took too long."

"Got it."

"Move."

She let her rifle clatter onto her breastplate, hanging by the sling and drew her CZ Combat shotgun from her back holster. One armored boot went to the door hard as she locked a shell

*Smash!*​

And they were in. Without hesitation she pressed the trigger, turned left and dug the corner then turned back towards the center of the room whilst Nub took the other. There was nothing in there, except a bed and some scattered remains of a meal. The back door was open.

"He just left, meals fresh."

"Alright hury up!"

She sprinted, getting herself through the back sideways just to catch him running down another alley. With a grunt she gripped the rail and holstered the shotgun. Nub grabbed onto her harness and they vaulted, falling two stories. The heavy boots and armor system took some of the shock, but a lancing pain hit her shins. She swore she might have broke something.

"Got to stop doing that. Nub, left side, I got point. Cut him off and grab a speeder!"

"Yep on it!"

She sprinted again, snapping her rifle back to her shoulder and pressing it in deep with a c clamp. This guy was fast, but he was out of his depth. One hit from this baby and it was gonna be nighty night....

 

[Formorta]

Waiting was nothing new to Formorta and it always proved useful when tracking down certain bounties with more than on hunter after them as they would make a move and flush the target out without her having to reveal herself to the target or other bounty hunters. Stationed across the road in a sniping position with a view of the complex the target by the name of Jagis Ven was currently residing, waiting for the other bounty hunters, judging by the outfits and weapons, to breach the room and scare him out of his hiding spot.

It didn't take long for the duo to enter the building and for the target to run out the back do right into her line of sight, "to bad the Black Vulkars are paying more for him to be alive". Formorta sighed ignoring the urge to shoot him as he made his way down an ally out of site, quickly she jumped off the 1 story ledge she was positioned on a onto her 74-Z speeder below

Revving up the engine she made a mental map in her head of what direction to head in if she was to try and cut the target off if he was running away from the other hunters who she currently say jumping down two stores to chase him. Perhaps she could lend them a hand, quickly she sped up next to the the ughnaut bounty hunter "need a fast ride to get this guy unharmed"?

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

She was moving too quick to really get a good shot off. Plus the fact that the place was crawling with civilians was really pissing her off. On a normal day she might have cared a little more, but this was bread and butter escaping here. Three seconds bursts ripped from the end of her assault carbine, dinging and ricocheting off the walls and sidewalk.

"Damn it!"

She kept running as he rounded another corner. He was faster than her, since she was encumbered by armor. Her clip was out. One hand slammed the release on the mag and she dumped into a pouch before drawing a fresh one loaded with 5.56 Shock slugs. These tiny babies were non lethal, but they packed a hell of punch. She'd shot herself with one in the foot once, just to see what she was working with.

"Dude! Speeder! Hello!"

The Ughnaught was busy encountering his own set of probelms. Several of the speeders wouldn't start and then he met an unlikely boon. The little alien grinned and then nodded.

"Yea! I'd love a ride! But first are you willing to share the loot? Look like your one of us, just guessing."

His hand went to his side arm, just in case she was a threat.

Meanwhile in the alley Alleria smashed her mag on her helmet to remove any dust and then rammed it into the lower receiver. The bolt cycled with a *Click*

She was still moving, hopping over fences and pile of garbage. It was slow going through the slums. The cables that were everywhere wee another hazard. Trip on those and you'd get a nasty electrical current.

"Yeah en-route."

"I'm tagging my position. Target is moving north by north west, sixty degrees, seven percent declination. Hurry the feth up dude, I'm running out of steam here."

 

[Formorta]

Fomrota noticed the Ughnaught reach for his blaster but stayed cool, she understood that one could not be too careful in these situations,

"If the Black Vulkars are willing the pay 500,00 credits for this guy, sharing won't be a problem"

Fomrota moved froward a bit allowing room for him to sit behind her on the speeder.

"yeah en-route" she said

Hearing the ungnaughts com link coming to life she noted a woman, who she presumed to be his partner, tag the location and direction the target was running.

'North west, sixty degrees, seven percent declination... got it' she said to herself "hang on"

She revved the engine and stated making hast towards the targets position to try and cut the target off.

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

She ripped down two more alley ways and then gave up. She smashed right through a wooden fence, and it shattered to splintered as her armored shoulder hit the old planks. The target was still several meters ahead of her, about to make the turn onto the main drag when Formorta and Nub Nub showed up. He roared as the speeder came down on him, dodged and then fired off two blasts from a hidden DL-44.

One caught her in chest, blasting the wind right out of her lungs. Her eyes went wide as she tumbled backwards. She wheezed, grasping for her pistol. It came up and she let the clip loose, returning fire with a pepper spray of rounds at full auto. Two nicked the targets leg. Her roared, popped a smoke grenade and charged off, swerving down another alley.

"Feth me."

It was all she could manage. She'd wounded him sure, but her chest hurt bad. She didn't even dare inspect the damage...

Smoke rose from the scorched breastplate...

 

[Formorta]

Coming down the street and almost running into the target was good luck what wasn't was when he started blasting at the other merc in amour catching her in the chest. She un-hosltered her ELG-3A pistol aiming to shoot him in a non-lethal area but was beat to the punch when he was clipped in the leg by the other woman's automatic slug-thower

To prevent him from shoot any more rounds Formorta brought her pistol to bear managing to shoot his blaster out of his hand. Droping it to the ground the target then threw a smoke to try and get away. Lucky for her Formorta always wore a mask and the smoke didn't affect her, she was able to see the target run down the ally way leaving a blood trail from when he was caught in the leg.

'Good that means we can track him a bit more easily, he wont be able to run forever with that wound' turning back to her passenger "Is your friend going to be alright, should we help her or continue following him?"

She didn't want to lose the target, but at the same time needed help bringing this guy in alive, that was always a problem with these jobs.

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

It was a toss up for Nub Nub. He weighed the options as his partner pushed herself to her feet. The smoke was noxious and made him cough and hack over the midnight fumes. There was a blood trail, which was a good enough start for him. Besides he knew she would never leave him for the money if he was injured.

"No, C'mon, let's pick her up. We can get 'ol boy later," He squeaked.

As they approached she was just getting to her feet and growling. The wound was large, garish and nasty. Carbon scored the edges and a small piece of plate had been blasted away, cauterizing some of her flesh like burnt veal. The smell was crispy, like a rotted animal.

"You good!?" Nub Nub asked.

"Bout as fething good as I could be with a blaster bolt to the chest. You get the motherkarker or no?"

Twas then she noticed Nub Nub's new partner.

"Who' this?" She asked, eyebrow raising inside her helmet.

"Not sure. Here."

He moved in, stripping the plate off and sealing the wound with spray bacta. It wasn't perfect, but it would hold until she could get to a proper medic, or the ships medical droid. He began to snap the plate back in place and she winced as white hot searing knives prickled the wound.

"I'm Alleria Mereel. Thanks for the assist. Who are you?"

 

[Formorta]

It was good to see the wound wasn't to serious. Being on the end of a blaster bolt to the side of the face when she was younger, Fomrota knew how much that chest wound would have hurt even with amour on. Holstering her pistol and hopping off the speeder she walked towards the duo as the woman asked her partner who she was but waited for her wound to be taken care of with bacta spray before anything else.

"Formorta, mercenary, bounty hunter and sniper, by the way i never got your name?"

She said removing her mask temporally so her voice wasn't muffled, looking at Nub Nub as she asked the later question.

"Since were after the same target how about working together for the time being, looks like we'd both need each others help taking this guy in alive".

Looking back at the ally with the blood trail.

"if that gun of yours hurt him enough and without a decent weapon he's most likely going to hide or run as far as he can".

Formota said as she kicked at the busted DL-44 she shot out of his hand.

Reaching out her hand to Alleria, "need help getting up"?

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

Nub Nub scowled and then answered, almost as if he had quite forgotten his own name in the ruckus.

"I am Nub Nub!"

"Shut it Nubs. Yeah I'm fine. Did I clip him good at least?" She asked, still wincing inside her helmet from the pain as her companion strapped the final pieces of armor on. Yeahit hurt like a mother karker.

"What way did he go?" She asked, retrieving her pistol from the ground. Her thumb hit the slide release, the tapped another mag against her helmet and then jammed it in. The slide rocked forwards. They were good to go.

"Nubs why didn't ya run that fether over!"

"No time. You wounded."

 

[Formorta]

The two argued like they had been together for a while almost makeing her smirk, especially with the language Alleria was using

'Must be a mando under that helmet',

"Nubs Nubs is right you need medical attention if your to thinking of going after him again"

"You have a backup plan, id track him myself but i don't think ill be able to take him in alive alone or without killing him out right"

"Do any you have a tracking device on him or another way to follow him, traditional methods can only take me so far and i don't think is stupid enough to use any devices that can be traced back to him, though i could be wrong".

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

She paused and chewed the question over in her mind.

"Nah, we got this. Nub Nub can run ground with me, you scout ahead with the speeder and follow his bleeding. Advance scout status. Then we trap him wherever he is. He ain't dumb, he'll go to ground. That ground just needs to be covered. You do the front, I'll hold down the back. Then he's bug paste."

She tapped the wound where the batc was tarting to itch as it self sealed and started the healing process.

"On one condition. Since he got one over on me, I'm gonna smash his face in hard."

 

[Formorta]

The plan sounded good tracking him down and keeping out of sight was right up her ally, (pun not intended), he would probably try to get a good amount of distance before the wound starts affecting him. Most likely he will try to blend into a crowd at on of the many night clubs it would just be a matter of picking which one and waiting for the right time to strike.

"okay then ill be heading out, keep com-links open so i can message you once I've tracked his location" Re-equipping her gas mask.

"Go right ahead with punching him the face it would make him look less ugly"

Hopping back on the speeder she made her way down the ally following the blood trail and using other traditional tracking methods to slowly and silently gain a lead on his location.

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

It was a silent walk as the two long time partners followed behind Formorta at a great distance. The blood trail was evident and strong, with drops, streaks and puddles of crimson. They found themselves going down another main drag, this one littered with thousands of ramshackle stalls and shanty town vendors on either side.

She took the left, Nub Nub took the right. Though her weapon remained at the low ready, she flicked the safety off with her thumb and growled at anyone that came too close to her. Given her chest wound, she couldn't afford a straight up slugging match. She'd have to make space and neutralize any threat, though she preferred to keep her space.

The smell of musky spices and seared meat tickled through her helmets filtration systems and into her nostrils. Thousands of bodies crushed in close together, moving this way and that. She shoved, muzzle thumped and hip checked people out of her way.

"What do you think of the newbie?" She asked Nub Nub.

"Not sure, but she did give me a ride so we could save your shebs."

"Noted. We'll see if she's worth her salt. If she is I have a mind to bring her into our line of work."

"Agreed."

Nub tapped his ear piece, checking in with Formorta. They kept following the trail, now descending several levels. Soon they would be in the lowest levels of Corsucant. Places that have terrible beasts of legend, leftover form thousands of years of construction, neglect and war...

 

[Formorta]

Fomrota switch masks and put on an intimidating glare to deter any would be attacker stupid enough to try and steal her speeder. Though she was concentrating on tracking the target she wouldn't hesitate to shoot anyone who appeared to be a threat while driving down the shanty market place making sure not to run into anything. She brought her hand to her com-link as Nub Nub asked on her progress on tracking.

"The type of blood splatter indicates that he's putting the same amount of weight on both legs and moving it quite a lot, hes clearly running as fast as he can, the amount of blood shows he has an elevated heart rate, hell be experiencing dizziness and nausea if he keeps up this pace". "ill contact you if he's trail starts to show sighs of slowing down"

Continuing to follow the trail brought Formorta into the lower levels, she felt a little embarrassed about her first hypothesis.

'Of course he didn't try and blend into a crowd at a club of some sorts that would just make him a target for other bounty hunters, though going all the way down to the lowest level, he must be desperate to get away from us'.

She continued to follow his trail getting more alert as she went, you never know what can happen down here.

[member="Alleria Mereel"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"]

She had closed in on Formorta and nodded, still nursing her chest wound. Her finger slipped inside the tirgger guard as she kept following the trail. The blood was still fresh and it went to an elevator marked "Lower Levels."

There is even lower levels than here?

She'd heard legends, and rumors. Some say the Sith had dumped all their unwanted spawn down there, mixing with the Rakghouls and swoop gangs that plagued the very darkest corners of Coruscant. It was a place unmapped and seldom tread. Nub Nub grinned. she frowned inside her helmet.

"Ready to go even lower?" She asked.

 

[Formorta]

She dismounted her speeder as they approached the elevator, "Ive got a bad feeling about this.... so yer I'm ready" she replied to [member="Alleria Fett"] while they entered the elevator. "He must know what you plan to do to him if he's traveling into a potential death trap to try and escape, he might not know he's wanted alive, or he just doesn't like the though of being roughhoused by a mando on the way back. Either way this job was turning out to the a bigger adventure than she had originally though, and it was kind of exciting for a change.

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin had been following the Mandalorian for day's, He saw the two people enter the elevator, He had tracked and analyzed further blood test's, "Moving in Bravo" Novin said as he rode up to the elevator and walked in the Elevator not even talking to the two, He was a Mandalorian pure in blood, but this was a contract, Contract's meant more then to him then Tradition, He looked at the two people in the Elevator before hitting one of the button's sending them down, He wasn't going to waste more time with this. He got out his Dual Westar-34's, He set them to stun, He quickly said this to the group, "Stun shot him, If you kill him we'll receive less money, The contractor is including a 5% royalty with this capture. If you kill him you'll have a mad contractor on your hands. It'll also ruin some stuff I want on him." Novin said. Gripping a Toxic Dart in one hand that'd knock him out if it nailed any part of his skin.

Formorta


Alleria Fett

 

[Formorta]

It seemed that this job was attracting more people than she originally though, once they had reached the elevator a new bounty hunter entered the picture, 'great another mando,i hope they don't start arguing between each other'. She just stood there silent as [member="Novin Jackal"] explained what to do like they didn't know themselves. She eyed him suspiciously as he loaded a dart into his gun, most likely a tranquilizer of some sort. She had an odd feeling that she run into him again at some point but as of now he was just another bounty hunter after the money offered, she didn't care as long as he didn't do anything stupid, BUT WHAT ARE THE CHANCE OF THAT HAPPENING.

[member="Alleria Fett"]

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin stood at the ready, "Here take this, Throw it into the room, It's a EMP, It'll fry his equipment, be sure to toss it far so it doesn't fry ours." Novin said, "If he hide's I'll gas him out with a Toxic Gernade, We then move in two at a side and one in the front." Novin said handing the girl a EMP, "Hit the Red button and throw it, It'll affect a amount of a area." Novin said. He gripped his Toxic Gas grenade in another hand and his blaster in the other ready to fire if needed.

Formorta

 

[Formorta]

She could have just used her own ion grenade but that cost money and if [member="Novin Jackal"] was offering free stuff who was she to turn it down, she got in postion with Novin while [member="Alleria Fett"] and her partner went to the other side to block his escape. She held down the button and counted down with her fingers so he could see, then she threw the grenade into the room making sure to use her 'special skill' in order to making sure they wouldn't be affected by the blast. She pulled out her blaster pistol and got ready for the target to come out of the room or for Novin to throw in hims gas grande. To be safe she activated her mask filter, she nodded to him confirming that she was ready to proceed.