Rhyse Vanto
Character
A sinking blackness loomed over the world of Bracca as night closed in. The maws were doing their thing with a ship nearby in the scrap heap; he could hear them gorging themselves. He did his best to ignore them as they would likely to the same. In his hands he held a bowl of soup and a spoon, which he quietly ladled bits of into his mouth. It was filling and easy to make. A bit of bread would have made it better, but you take what you have and go with it.
There was a settlement not far from his ship. It mostly housed scrappers that worked on the hulking derelicts that were brought in from various wars to be processed for parts. Even with night dawning, the distant sound of machinery ripping apart giant machines could be heard wafting in. Big work lights were turned on to provide lighting so that the work could continue through the night. Safety be damned. He was glad that he wasn't one of the people employed there and was just a bounty hunter on a mission. It was infinitely more enjoyable to control your own destiny rather than sign it off to a corporation.
He finished his bowl of soup and walked back into the ship to put it in the sink. He'd clean it later when he was done with his job. A quick wash of his own hands, a moment to make sure his hair was tied up and out of the way, and he walked out of the ship to hop onto his swoop and head down to the settlement.
The mark was a former Imperial. Man named Dren Malachar. It seemed he'd gone rogue from doing intelligence work for some Imperial outfit and decided he'd start selling stuff to the highest bidder. He seemed to think that with enough credits, he could stay out of harms way, never get caught by the people he'd turned his back on. It was a dumb idea. The Empire never let people turn on them without repraisal. Precisely why he would never sign up to a galactic government. Empire, Republic, didn't matter. They were all the same when it boiled down to it. Just dignified versions of the hutt cartel.
Anyway, the guy had stolen data on some supply routes for a remnant faction and now that remnant faction was paying a lot of credits to bring him in. Rumor was there might even be some gems in the pay. Rhyse liked gems. Good for gambling.
He parked his swoop a couple of side streets away from the target building. It wasn't the largest in the settlement, but it was one of them. Walled off from the street, guards posted out front and working the inside. He'd seen places like this before. Little compounds meant to keep the insecure person safe. They always thought it would, too. 'How did you get in?' they always asked. 'I asked nicely.' would be the reply they got. In reality he either used Riot or Whisper to get in. Usually Whisper. Making a scene would just get the authorities brought down on him and make life more difficult.
Drawing Whisper from its holster, he walked to the edge of the building and looked down the way towards the target compound. He'd scouted it before, but it was always best to check again before making a move. He wanted to wait for the guards to change shifts. That's when he would make his move.
Kessa Vex
There was a settlement not far from his ship. It mostly housed scrappers that worked on the hulking derelicts that were brought in from various wars to be processed for parts. Even with night dawning, the distant sound of machinery ripping apart giant machines could be heard wafting in. Big work lights were turned on to provide lighting so that the work could continue through the night. Safety be damned. He was glad that he wasn't one of the people employed there and was just a bounty hunter on a mission. It was infinitely more enjoyable to control your own destiny rather than sign it off to a corporation.
He finished his bowl of soup and walked back into the ship to put it in the sink. He'd clean it later when he was done with his job. A quick wash of his own hands, a moment to make sure his hair was tied up and out of the way, and he walked out of the ship to hop onto his swoop and head down to the settlement.
The mark was a former Imperial. Man named Dren Malachar. It seemed he'd gone rogue from doing intelligence work for some Imperial outfit and decided he'd start selling stuff to the highest bidder. He seemed to think that with enough credits, he could stay out of harms way, never get caught by the people he'd turned his back on. It was a dumb idea. The Empire never let people turn on them without repraisal. Precisely why he would never sign up to a galactic government. Empire, Republic, didn't matter. They were all the same when it boiled down to it. Just dignified versions of the hutt cartel.
Anyway, the guy had stolen data on some supply routes for a remnant faction and now that remnant faction was paying a lot of credits to bring him in. Rumor was there might even be some gems in the pay. Rhyse liked gems. Good for gambling.
He parked his swoop a couple of side streets away from the target building. It wasn't the largest in the settlement, but it was one of them. Walled off from the street, guards posted out front and working the inside. He'd seen places like this before. Little compounds meant to keep the insecure person safe. They always thought it would, too. 'How did you get in?' they always asked. 'I asked nicely.' would be the reply they got. In reality he either used Riot or Whisper to get in. Usually Whisper. Making a scene would just get the authorities brought down on him and make life more difficult.
Drawing Whisper from its holster, he walked to the edge of the building and looked down the way towards the target compound. He'd scouted it before, but it was always best to check again before making a move. He wanted to wait for the guards to change shifts. That's when he would make his move.
Kessa Vex