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Jobs gone wrong

The explosion send him away. He didnt even know if Venus survived to that. She was very close. Acaleus didnt had the time to create a force shield, and even if he managed, the explosion was simply too strong. He landed on a wall "Feels llike a tree..." thought. After that, he fell to the ground "Freaking gravity..." his hands stopped the wound he would receive from hitting his face against the roots. At the time he got his weapons on him except the sub machine gun or the hang guns. The battle was going as rough as expected "Dax will die..."

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The AT-120 got permission to land in Mandalore. The last delivery of Desh was delayed for over three days. Sending a representant wouldnt work in this situations. The idiots were stealing from him, thinking they could steal from Acaleus. If he didnt create an example, that would create problems at the long term. Workers stealing his equipments, that sort of him. His rule was not to kill if he didnt need to. That rule was serious as he would spare his enemy if he could. If everyone simple kill each other for any reason, nothing would remain.

Of course in this case he would murder every last one of the ten ex-workers that went away with a hammerhead corvette and over a two hundred thousand worth in Desh that could be selled for twice as much in the inner planets. The spies he hired were going to meet him on a park, inside, and with the [member="Dax Fyre"] . Acaleus wouldnt call him a bounty hunter, but he needed help with this, another force user, another point of view. The assassin sat on a wood bench in the park, with children running through the green fields, playing with a ball in a nice shiny day. The kind of childhood he would never recover.

"Mister Thorn. The ship with the description suffered a malfunction eleven hours ago and had to make an emergency landing on Felucia. That was communicated by a civilian transport that passed by" said a female Twi´lek that sat at his side. The information was of course right. Acaleus received a message on his bracelet. He didnt just contract one person with eyes everywhere, but two. Because in this moment, someone telling a lie would cost him a lot "The credits had just being added to the bank account. Thanks" the road to felucia wouldnt take too long.

"Now to wait Dax" thought levitating a rock through his fingers. The only time he could give himself a rest from his problems. Away from the universe. Just him.
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
The assassin didn't have to wait long. A voice came from behind the man, "A park? Little creepy if you asked me." The Rogue had approached silently from behind, his rubber boots making no sound on the grass. The man had come on the request of the company owner, the potential for a job and credits enough to intrigue him and make the trip out.

"What's it you need Mr. Thorn?" he asked as he moved around the bench to stand in front of the man. Dax was in his usual garb, tan cargos, black and grey hooded shirt leather jacket, two sabers on his belt a slugthrower on his hip. He certainly didn't look like he was the defenseless kind.

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
 
Acaleus pointed the palm of his hand towards a tree, sending the rock away "A simple recovery mission. Other mercenary would damage the cargo im trying to retrieve, so this job will need to be as precise as a surgeon accuracy" with that being said, he stood up stretching his arm "My info tells me they are on Felucia, in a damaged Hammerhead Corvette. I dont plan on leaving anyone of my...ex-workers alive" Acaleus wanted create an example. So this kind of situation wouldnt happen again.

"As a payment...well i can give you twenty thousand credits. If the cargo is damaged, you will receive less" with that being acknowledge, hide his hands in his pockets "Do you have a ship? The planet is big enough for just one scanner and i dont know where they landed" next time he would rent a ship and put a tracker on it. For now he would just learn from his mistake.

[member='Dax Fyre']
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax nodded, yeah, he had a ship, "Yeah I've got a ship. What's the cargo? Should I worry about it trying to kill me?" the Rogue asked, eyes following the stone as it was tossed away. The man had heard horror stories of mercenaries and bounty hunters taking jobsthat turned for the wordt, simply because they didn't know enough about their cargo...actually, they'd known nothing...

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
 
"Well i should tell you of what im trying to retrieve. The hammerhead was travelling with crates of Desh. I dont know what kind of weapons the robbers have, or if they are being help in any kind of way, but like i said before. I dont care if they die and if you capture them alive they would almost certaintly be torture to dead"

The assassin lower his sight to his wrist. It showed a green screen with some text in it "I know your ship. I´ll send you my ship data so you dont think of me as a foe. Go to Felucia, the thiefs are there" he left towards the hangar bay.

In Felucia, the ex-workers were meeting with a Hutt, accompany by a small army "So you bring here the cargo" an ithorian took a step in and talked "Our ship malfunction, but we managed to get to the planet with the cargo inside. Do you have the paym..." bolts started to fly towards the ex-workers. All of them dead in an instant "Alright guys. Take this away and into the factory. We are going to hit Enryu Corp and take that district back. The desh will make stronger weapons"

[member='Dax Fyre']
 

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