[OOC: Oh jeeze this was longer than I wanted]
Nar Shaddaa. This was a place that Dominik thought he wouldn't have the displeasure of ever coming back to. But when you sleep in a bacta tank for ten years, your criminal contacts tend to die off. Still without a next real purpose, the Ex-Sith Agent made his way to the planet that was, to him, a duplicate of the lower levels of Coruscant with the additions of more blaster fire per square inch. A hive of scum and, well, the true villains were elsewhere in the galaxy. He had known enough of them to know that a lot of them were just people trying to get by and felt trapped. Some were in fact absolutely crazy. And Dominik needed to talk to some of them, needed to get a 'lay of the land' so to speak of the criminal underworld. Who was in charge of what trading routes, which planets, what territories allowed travelers, and which took unwary's as slaves. Knowledge was power, and Dominik had lost a lot of it.
He rode on a freighter that he had booked passage on, claiming to be an underling of one criminal lord that resided on Nar Shaddaa. It was an older name, but it checked out and the man let Dominik board when some credits passed his way. Knowing all too well that criminals didn't answer to newcomers and those who sniffed around, Dominik brought some things to push in their faces a little to make an impact. They all thought they were the tougher one until their speeder exploded or their girlfriend was shot. Dominik wouldn't do that anymore, at least not the part with the girlfriend, but he had once before. Show them your more dangerous and unstable as they are and they'll tend to listen.
He wore plates of blaster-resistant armor around his torso and back underneath a dull green heavy jacket. He had shaven recently and washed up so he no longer looked like a bum about to drink himself to death. He carried a holdout pistol under one baggy sleeve, a DX-2 Disruptor Blaster on his left hip, two curved knives he had taken from some gangsters on Coruscant in his pockets, and two thermal detonators on a belt, hidden by the jacket. He had thought about bringing his slug throwing rifle along but figured he probably wouldn't run into any force users here. Along with that, he knew it was easier to buy some people off than threaten them, so he had also brought along a few thousand credits.
During his time on Nar Shaddaa he traveled all over, seeking out the usual spots for underlings and those who would know enough information but still not important would hang out. He had threatened some, shot one in an alleyway after he had tried to cheat Dominik, blew one speeder up in front of another guy to shake him up before questioning him, and was now on his way to secure his last contact. The last guy said he would squeal and give info to Dominik if he took out a rival of his. Tonight, he would be in the mercantile district. This was going to be the final one before he got off this rock. No way he was sleeping here. Sleeping here without a lord who would avenge you was suicide. Revenge and money were all that these people took notice of.
The Bazaar was full of pushing crowds and webbed streets. He wanted to get a good overhead view of the streets along with alleyways and possible escape routes, and the best way to do that was from the rooftops. Or a ship flying above, but Dominik didn't have one of those. So he had been hopping from one rooftop to another, making a mental map of the place.
It was dark with evening, and Dominik was busy looking at the street when his ears picked up something not too unfamiliar here. The faintest noise, a clicking sound of a blaster being readied. It was a little ways off, but Dominik still turned his head.
Two other men on the rooftop next to his, one standing straighter and in front of the other. He knew that posture, that was someone with a gun leveled at them. It was no surprise to notice the other man wore heavy armor adorned with trophies. The larger man hit the other man and knocked him to the ground. Dominik was pondering whether to intervene and was leaning towards leaving them alone, but then the larger man mentioned a bounty, and the Sith paying it.
Dominik grit his teeth and crouched, his fox steps absolutely silent on the rooftop as he made his way over. Heavy Armor would protect you against a lot of things, but all armor had cracks. You had to move your joints and limbs, and that created slits. And the worst part about this man, in particular, was that he wasn't wearing a helmet. Criminals loved to show their faces, and Dominik could not believe his luck. This was his target, a man named Jebal Killall. He was pretty sure the surname was made up. He talked of bringing in the man alive which would have made Dominik spare his life and tell him to walk away. But Dominik had a job to do.
How many times had he done 'The Job' despite it feeling wrong...?
Dominik crept up behind the man and with two movements, he had him. His right arm swept underneath Jebal's right arm and pulled the blaster away from the downed man. Simultaneously with his left, Dominik shoved the curved knife he held into the back of the man's neck and up through the base of the skull with his whole body. A few weeks ago Dominik wouldn't have had the strength to do that, but he had made sure to regain his muscle mass. In twitching reaction, the blaster Jabal held went off, the bolt scattering harmlessly over a rooftop and hit some satellite dish. The man also dropped like a rock, and Dominik eased him back to the ground with a small grunt of effort upon release.
He stood up and cleaned the knife off on the dead man before putting it back in his pocket. He offered his hand to the downed man. "You alright?" He asked.
Ryv
Karis,
Bernard of Arca
, Shaka Sunstar , and
Coren Starchaser
. Coren pays the most, but he's arguably the most dangerous. Open bounties on the Jedi, and any high ranking Galactic Alliance Military Command."
