Oni-Karat Sevas
Character
It was supposed to be a simple kill contract. Just some smuggler trying to punch above his weight class and kept hitting weapons caches. They didn't take the hint and pulled the job one too many times. There was no name listed for this criminal, the nutjob seemed to be either stockpiling the weapons or letting them bleed out slowly enough to not point any fingers. They were smart enough to avoid tying themselves too closely to the act, but their ship had still been made. It wasn't anything breathtaking, just a Corellian Mk-4 freighter with a gunmetal paint-job.
It hadn't been the only job on his list, and he'd honestly just been sitting on it while looking for more information. That was until he met Moref on Utapau. The Twi'lek weapons dealer helped him restock some of his harder to acquire consumables from his own private stock. That wouldn't have registered as anything different from the rest of the underworld, but after thoroughly destroying Sevas in Pazaak, he invited him for a drink back at his ship. While it was dark when he arrived, he could easily trace the make of the Corellian freighter the next morning.
At that point, it was just simply setting up a pinging beacon on his ship that would alert the bounty hunter if he hit another weapons cache, and then when he was back on Utapau. He was hoping it wasn't Moref, but the two pings let him know that his hunch had been correct. A shame.
From there, it was a simple matter of waiting for a good ambush opportunity, drop in from above, and shred the ship. This went off without a hitch thanks to the sudden nature of the assault, but that's when the second hunter dropped in on the party. His ship had a few new scorch marks, but the distraction cost him precious time. When he set down at a distance from the downed MK-4 to collect his mark, he could already smell the wreckage. Ol' Moref must've been in rougher shape than he thought for that landing since he was partially smashed into a shallow sink-hole escarpment. Nothing was open and angry curls of smoke drifted up from the holes left by the hunter. Caution would be best here, he didn't know if the smuggler had a crew, only that he needed to get paid
It hadn't been the only job on his list, and he'd honestly just been sitting on it while looking for more information. That was until he met Moref on Utapau. The Twi'lek weapons dealer helped him restock some of his harder to acquire consumables from his own private stock. That wouldn't have registered as anything different from the rest of the underworld, but after thoroughly destroying Sevas in Pazaak, he invited him for a drink back at his ship. While it was dark when he arrived, he could easily trace the make of the Corellian freighter the next morning.
At that point, it was just simply setting up a pinging beacon on his ship that would alert the bounty hunter if he hit another weapons cache, and then when he was back on Utapau. He was hoping it wasn't Moref, but the two pings let him know that his hunch had been correct. A shame.
From there, it was a simple matter of waiting for a good ambush opportunity, drop in from above, and shred the ship. This went off without a hitch thanks to the sudden nature of the assault, but that's when the second hunter dropped in on the party. His ship had a few new scorch marks, but the distraction cost him precious time. When he set down at a distance from the downed MK-4 to collect his mark, he could already smell the wreckage. Ol' Moref must've been in rougher shape than he thought for that landing since he was partially smashed into a shallow sink-hole escarpment. Nothing was open and angry curls of smoke drifted up from the holes left by the hunter. Caution would be best here, he didn't know if the smuggler had a crew, only that he needed to get paid