Ven A'ndi
Coffin Full of Credits
Coruscant was never exactly a place the Mandalorian liked to find himself. It was a rather nice sight during the dark hours of the night, with the lights making sure the planet lived up to its name. However, being as it was the center of the galaxy, it always seemed to be the epicenter for really bad things to happen. Too many groups vied for its control, too many cooks in the kitchen. That was why Ven preferred sticking to the Outer Rim territories or even Wild Space – much less complicated out there.
Yet, here he was, standing on a rooftop high above the streets, even above the air traffic. A light cool breeze was blowing, constantly shifting his black cape in the wind. Situated between some comm towers and stacked structures, he was well hidden in shadow, even from the numerous neon signs and window lights that bathed the area in a dim orange glow.
Looking through a pair of electrobinoculars, Ven observed the building across from him. There was light security on the target floor – a gala was being hosted a few floors down, and most of the organic security was working there. That didn’t mean where he needed to go was completely unprotected, however – advanced security systems, roving patrol droids… all needed to be dealt with.
Finding his entry point, Ven put down the binocs and began to assemble a device at his feet. The job was high paying, hence his presence in the Core – one of the various criminal organizations operating on the planet had gained access to some sort of information that would be damaging to a rival organization. A third party was rather interested in getting their hands on this without much of a trail, so they hired outside of their usual clientele. Ven didn’t exactly care one way or the other where the information was going – even if he was helping one criminal, another would be hurt. Equal exchange, right?
Grapple gun assembled, Ven hoisted the rifle-looking weapon up to his shoulder. Aiming it just right, he checked behind his shoulder to make sure his positioning back there was good, too. Pulling the trigger, the gun spat out two lines – one going in front of him, the other behind. Once both ends were attached, there was now a line going from his building to the target. Clamping to the line with a harness attached to his belt, Ven pushed off and sailed across, just a small black dot against the dark sky.
As he neared the building, he slowed, the electronic wench on his belt whining ever so slightly as he came to a complete stop just short of slamming into the wall. He braced himself with his feet and one hand, the other feeling the access hatch he was now next to. Reaching for his belt, he retrieved a plasma cutter. Activating it, he went to work.
Athena
Yet, here he was, standing on a rooftop high above the streets, even above the air traffic. A light cool breeze was blowing, constantly shifting his black cape in the wind. Situated between some comm towers and stacked structures, he was well hidden in shadow, even from the numerous neon signs and window lights that bathed the area in a dim orange glow.
Looking through a pair of electrobinoculars, Ven observed the building across from him. There was light security on the target floor – a gala was being hosted a few floors down, and most of the organic security was working there. That didn’t mean where he needed to go was completely unprotected, however – advanced security systems, roving patrol droids… all needed to be dealt with.
Finding his entry point, Ven put down the binocs and began to assemble a device at his feet. The job was high paying, hence his presence in the Core – one of the various criminal organizations operating on the planet had gained access to some sort of information that would be damaging to a rival organization. A third party was rather interested in getting their hands on this without much of a trail, so they hired outside of their usual clientele. Ven didn’t exactly care one way or the other where the information was going – even if he was helping one criminal, another would be hurt. Equal exchange, right?
Grapple gun assembled, Ven hoisted the rifle-looking weapon up to his shoulder. Aiming it just right, he checked behind his shoulder to make sure his positioning back there was good, too. Pulling the trigger, the gun spat out two lines – one going in front of him, the other behind. Once both ends were attached, there was now a line going from his building to the target. Clamping to the line with a harness attached to his belt, Ven pushed off and sailed across, just a small black dot against the dark sky.
As he neared the building, he slowed, the electronic wench on his belt whining ever so slightly as he came to a complete stop just short of slamming into the wall. He braced himself with his feet and one hand, the other feeling the access hatch he was now next to. Reaching for his belt, he retrieved a plasma cutter. Activating it, he went to work.
Athena