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Private Midnight Hunt


The hum of the transport was steady, low, and old. Their contractor said it was to keep a low profile, but Rheyla could smell the kriff from a mile away. The politician just didn't want to spend more credits than necessary.
Nevertheless, the transport shuttle was an hour out, give or take a few minutes, according to the pilot.

Rheyla sat near the back, boots propped against the carbon coffin they had been provided to secure their target once they brought him back to the ship. Her lekku shifted lazily as the ship rattled through another patch of turbulence, eyes flicking from the sealed cargo door to the three hunters across the hold. The first was a twitchy Rodian who looked like he had survived one too many thermal detonators. The other, who sat across from the first, was a big and mean-looking Wookiee who had apparently decided to take a nap. Smart.
And then there was the last of their little merry-hunter group: a youthful human with pale skin and crimson eyes.

Typical contractor crew. Guess one hunter wasn't enough to capture this guy.

Rheyla wasn't a fan of politicians like their contractor, with smiles too wide, words too smooth. At least with some Hutt or some syndicate slug, you knew where you stood. The kind of man who owed the wrong people too much money and thought reputation could be bought with blood. The Twi’lek hunter knew their kind well. The job was simple enough on paper: find a certain 'businessman' who had made a few powerful enemies, bring him back alive, and let the politician bask in the spotlight when he turned the man in.

Rheyla didn’t care about the politics. Credits were credits. But she had worked enough of these gigs to know that whenever someone said alive, they really meant loud, public, and messy.

Her gaze slid toward the ship’s cockpit, where the pilot droned coordinates into the comm. Their destination wasn’t far now, a remote moon, half jungle and half industrial ruin. Reports said the target was holed up there with guards, sensors, and enough paranoia to fill a Star Destroyer.

She pulled her weapon from the holster by her hip and checked her blaster’s charge before reholstering it and standing up to stretch.
"Midnight hunt," she muttered under her breath mid-stretch, the name the contractor had slapped on the operation. “Sounds poetic until someone starts shooting.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
At least it wouldn’t be boring.

 

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Riven wasn't particularly used to working in teams for several reasons; her poor aptitude for social encounters least of all. The short elf sat across from the Twi'lek, she was hooded and cloaked in dark feathers with a mask pulled over her face revealing only her crimson eyes and strands of long ashen hair. Besides her lay a durasteel case, a fairly large one, with a droid stood protectively atop it. The droid's tail swiveled about as its main optical scanner peered searchingly at the other hunters that had been assembled while Riven inspected a pistol within her hands. She turned the weapon over, examining its condition, ejecting the magazine, checking the chamber. She came off as someone rather meticulous with her weaponry.

She understood the briefing, who their target was, that he was to be taken alive. This made Riven's own role within the mission rather apparent; she'd be the eyes in the sky overlooking and surveying, perhaps dissuading resistance with a 20mm bullet designed to crack tanks open like a can of beans. Very saucy red beans...

The cigarette between her lips twitched as she gently chewed the filter in her mouth. The narcotic wasn't lit; she didn't like the idea of lighting up in confined spaces, especially with others present, and so she simply kept it between her soft lips to glean at least some comfort and distraction from it. Rarely did her eyes ever seem to look at anyone else present, and if they did they would only glance for mere seconds or until she realized someone was looking back at her. As a result she made for a very quiet companion.

Satisfied with the condition of her handgun she holstered it at her thigh before turning to her droid and giving it a light tap of her delicate finger atop its armored back. The droid gave out a light beep and whirr as its optical scanner looked back at its owner and she gave it a light nod in return. The bond between master and droid was quite evident; she'd had this construct for a long time and could communicate with it easily, almost as if it understood her intentions with just a look and vice versa.

The sound of Rheyla's voice caught her attention for a brief moment as red eyes peered in her general direction before glancing aside again. She didn't know anything about her fellow hunters and she wasn't particularly keen on learning either. But... at the very least a share of names would be useful, if not just aliases. "... Ash." she sounded off in greeting as she gestured to herself; one of her usual codenames when she worked with strangers.

 

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