Varik Ice
The Broken King
Minorous Traske
Location: Nal Hutta's Swamps
Objective: The Redhawk Gang
He could hear a drum beating in the distance.Minorous had been tracking this gang of predators for almost a day now, watching their movements, their schedules. It wasn't because he had any issue with what they did - just with the amount of money a minor Hutt was offering for their deaths. He wanted something specific, and that was always extra. He wanted them to know it was happening. To feel fear and terror before they died, and he wanted it in a specific order. To make sure the final one, the one who had pulled the trigger on this Hutt's child, could only anticipate the end, could only wait for oblivion rather than fight against it. He had to feel helpless.
The Rodian was already gone. Traske waited in a far off-tree, his appearance disguised by the stealth field that surrounded his body. The alien had been stabbed as requested, and was now strung up to a tree near the gang's hideout, his body tied to it with a note held against his chest by a knife. The note itself was a message, but a simple one. All it held was a symbol of the Hutts, so the gang would know their ire.
Next was the Devaronian. After him, the Weequay, and finally, the Klatooinian. He had a plan for this. He had killed their night guard, and as the gang came out to witness their comrade's corpse, all they could really do was panic at what was coming for them. The three quickly packed up and began fleeing their base, with Traske watching them through the sniper's scope. He waited patiently, watching for the moment when the Devaronian fell behind. In that moment, he fired, catching the alien straight through the back of his knee with the shot, and sending him onto the ground in a yowling heap.
Minorous pulled back the cooling lever on his weapon as he watched the Devaronian's comrades turn and hesitate, before both deciding to sprint off and leave him as he called for their aid. The hunter took his time, as he knew he could. With his cloak still active, he made his way to the crawling bandit, who knew something was close, but not where it was coming from, or even what it was. As he frantically glanced around, Traske landing a stunning knife into his leg, paralysing him in place.
The hunter took his time pacing around the wounded man, making sure he felt the fear, the helplessness. This wasn't strictly his style, but his professionalism demanded he stick to what was instructed. Moving around behind the Devaronian, the hunter drew his slug pistol, planting a single, silenced shot into the base of the alien's spine, ensuring he would never get up. The alien groaned in pain when Minorous ripped out the knife, walking past as an activated detonator dropped down near the alien's lower body.
He didn't have the time to deactivate it, or even throw it a fair distance - but as Traske returned to the trees, now tracking his two quarry once again through the humid swamps, he wasn't concerned by the noise the explosion would make. It would only add to the effect. Most important now, was that he was closing in. They weren't getting very far.
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