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Public Raid on Kattada

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Mercy

loudly vile
Mercy
Character Bio
She watched with one eye at the footage and with the other eye at the proceedings.

It went well and finally they were alone again.

"That's some footage right here, Til." Mercy finally said as she nodded, gesturing for him to follow, shortening her own footsteps so they could walk next to each other. "Didn't think you had it in you, really." There had been a story going around, about Lurkvap dying at the hands of a Jedi and how Tilon Quill Tilon Quill had extracted vengeance.

Not true a saber, but through... words, timing and the right framing.

How did a man like that, rejecting vengeance, do something like on the footage? Was it truly just a matter of the wrong place, wrong time?

The ship loomed in front of them, there were a bunch of the Graspborn around. They were making sure her ship wouldn't get destroyed or stolen, forceforbid.

"After you, old friend. Let's start a new adventure together."
 

Tilon Quill

Don't worry kid it's not real
Tilon Quill
Character Bio
He really had nothing else to say. Doubtless survival would require conversation soon, but he was far too tired, far too sick at heart.

There was a serious chance he'd never see this place again that had meant so much to him, and a similar chance that if he did he wouldn't be welcome. He'd tried for secrecy about this deal, but every secret had a shelf life and anything known by two people would soon been known by three, then four. Anything.

Then again, whatever could be destroyed by the truth should be. Affinity included.

He went aboard Mercy Mercy 's ship and disappeared.
 

Saram Kote

Strill Securities Al'verde
Saram Kote

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Tag(s): Drystan Creed Drystan Creed | Wuxia Wukong | Feng Huang

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives Other Equipment Starship



This post is made in accordance with the bounty hunter's code.

Bounty for Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

He shabla cut the rounds in two. Of shabla course he did. Saram would be lying if she said that wasn't impressive, however. It was perhaps too much to hope things were going to be that easy. Saram sighed to herself as she ejected the magazine, pulling a single guided flechette round and a single guided APFSDS-B round. That blade had to be made from something tough if it could take the kinetic impact of the round, but few things were tough enough to take a beskar sabot.

Saram reinserted the magazine, locking her target one more time with the loaded guided flechette round. If she was understanding her quandary right based on what little she'd seen of him, then she wasn't going to seriously injure him with this round, just distract him enough to land her second shot on his blade. She squeezed the trigger in-between breaths, sending the guided flechette round at her quandary, and then moments later squeezed the trigger in-between breaths once more, having locked her quandary's blade as it's target.

Saram didn't know what else had had on his person, but in the event that she had to close distance to finish the job, she unloaded her Verpine shatter battle rifle's under-barrel grenade launcher, replacing the baradium grenades for the electronet grenades she was carrying with her. Looking at the distance between her perch and the hangar, she plotted a quick flight path to the hangar. Part of her was enjoying this, finally a target who was proving to be a challenge. Pity she was going to have to turn him once this was over and done with.

 
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Drystan Creed

Pugno Ergo Sum
Drystan Creed
Character Bio






KATTADA

The second shot came before its sound could reach him.

Drystan's visor pinged an alert—his body moved before thought could catch up. He twisted his torso just enough. The flechette screamed past, grazing his side, slicing through the thinner plate there and carving a searing line of pain as it punched clean through, blood welling beneath the torn armor.

He did not react. No stagger, no cry. He had felt far worse without so much as a sound.

His sole focus now was the position from which that shot came. Whoever it was, they were good—shots worthy of consideration—and he knew more would come. His mind sharpened, senses flaring to predatory keenness.

Even as his right arm dipped, snapping his blade back into its scabbard before the next round could strike it, his left rose. The black prosthetic whirred to life, the node in its palm flaring with a dangerous red.

FWASH!

A spear of contained plasma lanced from his palm, scorching a line through the hangar toward the shadowed spot where his instincts told him the shot had originated. He had followed the air trail of the second round—the faint disruption in its wake, the whisper of displaced pressure and lingering ozone—tracing it back like a bloodhound on scent.

The intent was to force his hidden assailant to move, to reveal themselves, and if it managed to make a liquified hole of metal and flesh, that would be the best outcome.

Even as the beam dissipated, Drystan slipped behind the gutted hull of a transport ship, boots grinding silently across the durasteel floor. The ruined craft offered cover enough, its scorched frame groaning as he pressed his back to it.

His breathing slowed. Every sense sharpened—sight, sound, smell, the tremor of air pressure against his skin—searching for the faintest ripple of movement in the haze.

He would find them. And when he did, he would return the gesture a thousand fold.

Saram Kote Saram Kote
 
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Saram Kote

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Saram Kote

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Tag(s): Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives Other Equipment Starship



This post is made in accordance with the bounty hunter's code.

Bounty for Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

Saramr's HUD screamed at her in warning. 'ENERGY BUILDUP DETECTED' even with her enhanced reflexes, by the time she looked at where it had highlighted, the weapon had already fired, She threw her body aside, foliage behind where she was crouched flash vaporized. The sudden burst of vapor cased her camouflage suite to flicker once for the briefest fraction of a second. Ordinarily, this would not be a concern, but she didn't know how augmented by the force or otherwise this dar'jetii's senses were.

She lay on her back for a brief moment, taking the few seconds that passed as respite. It was evident to her now that this shabuir was going to require a different approach. Saram jumped to her feet, stowing her AMR and retrieving her BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle. She sighted down the weapon via the scope's HUD linking function. She swapped the SLAP round magazine for one loaded with guided voidstone-depleted baradium sabots. The contract said 'unspoiled', but bacta did a good enough job at that.

Saram leapt into the on in invisible wings of fire, repulsor-stabilized flight carrying her the distance between her and the hangar. Her armor picked up the signature of a force user in the hangar, wisely having taken cover behind a ruined transport. Smart. Saram set the baradium warhead fitted Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Micro-Missiles loaded in both her vambrace mounted launchers to airburst just as they reached the inner edge of his cover. If that didn't draw him out, the baradium high explosive was in the very least going to weaken if not destroy his cover.

 
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