Boost Reap the Whirlwind (GALACTIC BOUNTY HUNT: GA, NIO, SO, BOTM, HSC, SW, ME, AC, and all others)

[Xun of Throne]

Dromund Kaas
New Kaas City
A year ago…​

Rain fell in sheets upon the concrete jungle, turning the skyscraper-studded skyline gray. Hundreds of bodies lay scattered in the streets, some the still-smoking blaster-riddled corpses of soldiers, but most… Most just the people of the city. A handful still moved, weakly twitching, or struggling to crawl away.

Arkaitz Zambrano tugged at his helmet. It came loose with a sucking pop as the vacuum seal disengaged. The rain poured down, slicking his dark hair to the pink skin of his face. Lilac eyes turned toward the bodies all around him, laying where they’d fallen, their life forces ripped from them by the Sith sorcery of Darth Carnifex.

His father.

Some of the bodies… were so small…

He felt hot tracks down his face and blinked away the rain.

BWHOP

The sound of a blaster. A sudden flash of red light. The smell of charring flesh nearby. Arkaitz looked to his left and saw a Sith trooper standing over an Ashlan warrior whose head now covered the pavement. Tendrils of smoke curled up as the steaming remains hissed in the downpour, vitae swirling away toward the drain.

Arkaitz’s fingers tightened on the grip of his own blaster. He looked up into the sky for answers, but saw only the storm.

No one saw his tears in the rain.

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Nar Shaddaa
Present Day​

“Ark” hurried from the night club. They’d recognized him. How was he supposed to know that his contact was a New Imperial agent? Ark knew he should’ve taken up some other line of work besides infobrokering. Too much visibility. It didn’t matter now. In a few minutes he was sure his face would be plastered on every BOLO this side of the outer rim.

He checked his pockets. He needed upgrades or he would never make it. There was a chance he could make it to a bolthole and hide this out. A small chance.

Across the galaxy, the datapads of bounty hunters buzzed.

NEW CONTRACT
TARGET: ARKAITZ ZAMBRANO
REWARD: 50,000 UCs
WANTED BY THE NEW IMPERIAL ORDER FOR WAR CRIMES​

Abruptly, the datapad buzzed again as the Galactic Alliance put out their own bounty, then the Sith Order for Arkaitz's capture and return, then the Brotherhood of the Maw.

Ark's walk turned into a run.

The hunt was on.

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[Valery Noble]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Tag: Xun of Throne ​

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A Zambrano on the run.​

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It was quite familiar to the woman who had met, fallen in love with, and married one of Carnifex's sons. While she wouldn't trade it for anything, it certainly complicated their lives quite a lot as well. But she was a feisty and somewhat stubborn woman at times, and even the former Sith Emperor wasn't going to stop her from staying with him.​

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But today, she was in pursuit of a Zambrano for very different reasons. Bounties had been placed on him and she could earn a lot of money by turning him in, but she cared nothing about credits. Her hopes were to capture the man and turn him away from the dark path that most Zambranos were forced into practically from birth.​

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If Kahlil could walk a better path and become a Jedi Master, she was sure Ark could be a better person as well.​

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So for that reason, Valery had traveled to Nar Shaddaa and remained within the Shadows, where she used her skills as a former Jedi Shadow to remain undetected. After making her way up the rooftop of one of the taller buildings, she stared down onto the busy streets and looked past the bright neon lights to see a man on the run.​

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She knew others were going to jump him as well, and she was not going to be the one to make the first move. When the time was right, the woman would make her move. But for now, she simply stalked him through the streets and lurked from above.​

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[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJECTIVE: HUNT
Tags: Xun of Throne - Valery Noble

Relax.

When your quarry is close and the stakes are high, the inexperienced hunter gets antsy. A greenhorn might think they have to speed up when they get close to the finish line, not realizing that you must be most careful in the execution. One wrong move, one stumble, and you die. Plain and simple.

So, how do you stay alive when the pressure's on? Easy. Take a breath.
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Above the dingy street corners of Nar Shaddaa, above the dim neon lights and shady back alleys, above the criminal empires and greed, floated a small probe droid. It was nearly invisible to the naked eye, dark against the smog-choked sky, and coated in sensor-dampening reflec.

It was one of four Observer Droids sweeping the streets of Nar Shaddaa. This one was affectionately named 'Two', for obvious reasons. It traveled in slow, ponderous patterns, it's visual sensors scanning the people of the Smuggler's Moon, looking for something, or someone.

For a while, Two found no one, and this seemed to dishearten the droid, twittering like a silent, sad songbird. But then, something caught his eye.

A Zeltron, running on the streets. It's camera lens zoomed in, scanning the face as the being passed underneath it. A hit. It sent a message to an unseen recipient. A single beep in the comms.

Somewhere nearby, something enormous grinned.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Sitting in his private ship, far far away from any of the action, Gorba the Hutt watched the bounty contracts rolling in for this Arkaitz Zambrano. What exactly had this guy done? Besides being a Zambrano, of course...

A tech came over to Gorba and handed him a report. Gorba read through it, his eye growing wide.

Stealing Sith secrets? Now Gorba knew why they were so anxious to get ahold of him. Ancient holocrons. Star destroyer plans. Superweapon blueprints. The kid could have any of them.

He looked up to the giant screens in front of him and in Huttese ordered the technicians to relay further instructions. Gorba acted as the middleman in this instance, utilizing his underworld contacts to push the updates for all the various government bounties. It did not matter to him who ended up getting the Zambrano in the end. So long as Gorba got paid. He pushed the update and bounty hunter datapads across the galaxy buzzed.

BOUNTY INCREASED TO 60,000 UCs​

 

[Koda Fett]

NAR SHADDAA
Xun of Throne | Valery Noble | Ghorua the Shark ​

To no shock, he was surface-side as the notice had been issued; the boards illuminated to reveal an unfamiliar face that bore an all too familiar name - Zambrano was a curse, one that infected countless worlds and ensured the demise of millions. He was a most foul man, the worst of the worst, but such a nature ensured an abundance of contracts to be afforded to the scum and filth that seemed both bold and able-bodied in order to see to them. The Mandalorian still held onto an exborbitent amount of beskar from the shattered remnants of Mandalore itself, a small reward from the Dark Lord but a lifetime of credits for most others.

The Jedi must have been correct in that the Sith failed to exercise restraint, no matter the desire. His children counted in the most inane of numbers, and not all had adhered to the wishes of their father. Trouble followed them no matter the destination.

In the crowds bathed in neon, Fett had examined the notice. It was the blue tint that left the emitter in his hand that had shown the Mandalorian the face, a soft chuckle forced itself out once he noticed it read 'Zeltron'. Not even Carnifex had been able to resist them, it seemed.

He turned it off and set it aside, the last mention of his location had not been too far from his current one. It was no adventure to reach it, and so Fett marched on between the diverse set of locals; a Nikto and a Nautolan, a Twi'lek and a Rodian, even a series of Gank Killers had been on his route and several Trandoshans too. He took a moment to consider if the lot of them had been after the Zambrano, the stone-faced exterior all too curious beneath the T-visor.

There was bound to be a skirmish of sorts. Bounties on Nar Shaddaa itself never lasted.

 

[Khama Fett]

TAG: Xun of Throne | Koda Fett | Ghorua the Shark | Valery Noble

As soon as Gorba the Hutt raised the bounty, a certain hunter was alerted. Faroussh stared at the holographic image of his quarry. Arkaitz Zambrano, one of the old Sith Imperial Family. The Ubese could almost laugh at how many factions wanted this wayward prince's head. Galactic Alliance, the remnant Sith Order, and even the savages of the Maw.

This was the sort of hunt that Faroussh dreamed of. The hunted certainly would prove a challenge in his own right. As a Zambrano, Faroussh was taking the assumption was born with the same connection to the mystic Force as his kin. Faroussh had hunted his share of Jedi in his time, but never a Sith-blooded person. Perhaps poison darts would be prudent to neutralize any dark side tricks?

Then there was the obstacle of other bounty hunters, as the Ubese was not foolish enough to believe he'd be the only one out on safari. He could deal with the amateurs, but there were always the ones who have experience. There would always be a brawl when competing hunters sought the same prey.

Faroussh did a last check of his equipment. His armor was sealed. Blasters were at peak functionality. And he has enough snares and tricks to handle one Force-assisted individual. Soon, he began stalking the streets of Nar Shaddaa.

The hunt was on

 

[Xun of Throne]

The interior of the black market weapon's dealer was ill lit and Arkaitz squinted in the dim light at the racks of blasters and knives on the wall, but he did not waste time mulling over options. He selected a DH-17 pistol, a simple vibroknife, a blastweave vest, a personal shield generator, and then he turned to the most expensive part of the shop.

Arkaitz picked through a bunch of bacta grenades, stims, and vials, stopping in front of a pack of five stim injectors that carried an absolutely ludicrous price.

"Is this kolcta?" he looked up at the Besalisk behind the counter, who nodded with a knowing, too-large smile.

"You just found the most expensive thing in my shop. Congrats. But that'll cure almost anything. Instant regeneration like you're a firrereon, but ah it runs out, you know?"

Arkaitz put them on the counter along with the other gear and slid across a huge stack of credits, which was almost all of his money.

Seconds later, he emerged beneath the shop's flickering neon sign. He finished belting on the vest, checked the blaster and knife, activated his personal shield generator, then took off at a jog toward the spaceport. He needed to get off planet. Fast.

Khama Fett Koda Fett Ghorua the Shark Valery Noble

 

[Nash Darklighter]

The neon drenched the streets of middle Narsh and on the warm breeze was three distinct smells of the planet: blood, smog, and absurd fried street foods.

A man dressed in all black walked through the crowded avenue with his head down. Anyone might be able to tell this man was on his way to an important meeting, discreetly. Crime was king here... what kind of shadowy deals might this incognito fellow be making?

The man walked close to the wall, stopping abruptly at a small window carved into it.

"Yeah I'll get the noodle combo number two." Nash said to the droid standing in the window.

"Would you like friend Womp on the side with that sir?" the droid replied with its pre-programmed lines.

"Yeah, what do I look like. Of course I want the fried womp! And hold that fishy sauce, swear that chits only good for Rodians."

"That will be 25 credits sir."

The look on Nash's face turned to outrage and disgust hearing the price of his food, "Twen- for- you're kidding me! I ain't paying that for a damn noodle combo!"

"Refusal to pay will result in termination of your order."

Nash was about to speak, but stopped himself and sighed. There was no point in arguing with a droid. He'd just go by the Klatooinian place around the corner and have a real person make his meal, and not charge him so much.

As the defeated Darklighter turned away from the noodle stand, a breaking news screen swiped over a sizable billboard above him.

NEW CONTRACT
TARGET: ARKAITZ ZAMBRANO
REWARD: 60,000 UCs
WANTED BY THE NEW IMPERIAL ORDER FOR WAR CRIMES​

Now, Nash was no friend of the NIO, but 60k? That was A LOT of noodles. And a new ship, one he could call his own. He wasn't welcomed much by the bounty hunter guilds, on account of his many previous failures in their employ. Still, he was practically broke. His stomach growled and hissed, demanding to be satiated. It would have to wait.

Nash picked up his pace and hailed a taxi to the spaceport. He'd gotten plenty experience on the bad end of a bounty hunt. The spaceport is always the first pick.

Xun of Throne Valery Noble Koda Fett Ghorua the Shark Khama Fett

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Tag: Xun of Throne Koda Fett Ghorua the Shark Khama Fett Nash Darklighter ​

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From the rooftop, Valery looked down as Xun of Throne made his way into the weapon shop at the black market. She had been stalking him for a little while, not wanting to jump on him with the possibility of bounty hunters lurking in the shadows, but nothing had happened yet and now he was likely arming himself. ​

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Not that she blamed him — with such a huge bounty on his head, he had to keep himself protected and it was unlikely that he'd trust anybody who directly approached him. But with the bounty as high as it was, she knew that the longer she waited, the more time bounty hunters had to respond to this job.​

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So while she was taking a lot of risks, it was time to at least plant the seed that would hopefully build up the trust she needed to help him. Because unlike any of the others who would respond to this situation, she wasn't here for the money at all. In fact, she wasn't planning on handing him over to any particular group. Her plan was to actually try and help him.​

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With a great leap, the woman finally decided to jump down right into the man's path to interrupt his jog for the spaceport. As she began to rise, her fiery orange eyes settled on him but she showed no intent to draw a weapon quite yet, even though she kept it in the back of her mind if he were to open up.​

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"I know why you're running and that you might be afraid, but I'm not here to collect a bounty — I'm a Jedi," Valery said, hoping it would mean at least something. Jedi weren't the types to go bounty hunting and the traditional ones cared little to nothing about money.​

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"If you let me help you, I can get you off this planet and somewhere safe."​

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She looked at him, her expression not betraying any emotions or thoughts within. But what she was thinking was rather simple...​

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Please don't shoot or run​

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[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Nar Shadaa
Objective: Run into a Zambrano, do some blasting, maybe collect a bounty or maybe stop people from collecting.
Tag: Nash Darklighter Xun of Throne Valery Noble Koda Fett Ghorua the Shark
Equipment:

1. https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/shadow-fox-armor.19813/
2. https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/the-historians-reach.115203/
3. https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/alexandras-lightsaber-s.23259/

Alexandra was out in Nar Shadaa not for any specific reason, more she was bored and needed to get out and have some fun cracking heads and knocking people around... After all it could get rather boring and stuffy stuck at home in her garden all the time these days. She realized after being placed in this body her emotional growth had somewhat stagnated, still very much herself but not getting that old woman thought process even though she was certainly pushing her sixties... or maybe it was seventies.

Time had largely lost meaning for her at this point.

Either way she stretched, for once being in what looked like combat gear from her old days, the clothing designed to allow her to move freely and manipulate the rather closed off nature of the Nar Shadaa streets, even now rolling her neck and looking up towards a rooftop to see if it might be faster to simply get up there.

With her was her daughter, or atleast through marriage, Adara Raxis , a rather unknowingly invested individual considering how things were proceeding around them and a certain individual seemed to be accruing quite the bounty. Alex hadn't even seen the bounty for the Zambrano yet, having decided to just tackle situations as they came to her and Adara, beating up twobit scum or teaching a local gangster or two a lesson. The point of today's outing was simply to have some fun and get to spend time together.

Junior had come along too, though for now he was resting back at the Ship, let to remain there considering he was a bit quicker at getting tired. He was new to all of this so she did not force her son to get out and about, but let him keep a tracking device on hand, just incase he needed to find her and Adara if something went wrong. Or if he woke up and wanted to come help his mom in cleaning up the streets even just a little bit.

It was only then that she decided to look through the local bounties on her datapad, having kept up with the Bounty Hunting guilds incase she and her family ever needed some extra cash, the Grey Jedi and Historian not too fussed about cracking some heads for a payday.

That was when she saw the name.

"Huh, Zambrano... This isnt one I recognize, do you Adara?" She would reach over, handing Adara the datapad and looking around to see if perhaps the little child of her somewhat adoptive father might be nearby by chance.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Xun of Throne Valery Noble Koda Fett Ghorua the Shark Khama Fett Nash Darklighter
Assassin's Armour Pins Snek Blaster, vibroblade, smoke grenade.
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It was rare for Darth Ophidia to attend a hunt on her own these days, but someone had called in a favour. There were many assassins who could have taken her place, but the name Zambrano would attract the attention of more capable hunters than the run of the mill fugitive. Not to mention, she was not inclined to allow her enemies the prize.

In addition, she was excited to see what the opposition had to offer.

And so, the Pale Assassin walked again.

She had tracked him to the arms merchant by help of her familiar and a discreet pay-off.

It was not the first time this house had supplied her network with intel about the comings and goings of strangers to the area. Through the countless contacts of the merged spy-networks that made up the Frumentarii, she had gained countless informants. Some were ideological, some were criminal, and some did not even know they were feeding information to the Sith. This one however? This one was a fan of credits and access to rare materials. Koltka was hard to find, but easy to sell.

However, there was already a complication: Valery Noble.

With her presence suppressed and her physical form hidden by the cloaking system of her armour, the Pale Assassin watchyed as the Jedi leapt into the path of the mark. Cursing silently, she stepped out as well. The tsaisibola curled down from her waist to her leg, tensed in a position of waiting. Quietly, the rattataki pulled a blaster from her belt and cocked it

If she was to tense up this situation, she could not yet reveal it was the work of the Sith.

Coming closer under the shroud of the cloaking device she lifted the blaster, first she aimed at her mark, then the jedi, but finally she put three blasts in the belly of a rodian bystander coming oddly close. When she pulled the trigger, the stealth field rippled, but did not fault. The bystander fell back, the concealed vibroknife exposed.

Her voice cut through from the obscurity.

"Do not trust her."​

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Nar Shaddaa

Tags: Takumi Tikotzki | Xun of Throne | Valery Noble | Darth Ophidia | Ghorua the Shark | Khama Fett | Koda Fett | Nash Darklighter ​

Cyran stood outside of one of the countless black market shops that peppered the urban moon of Nar Shaddaa. He’d stepped outside as his apprentice Takumi browsed the goods inside. Looking to spend some of the credits he got from Cyran earlier from a bet they made on a podrace. By now he’d taken Takumi on a few really minior bounty hunts to give him some hands-on experience with the profession and to shadow Cyran some even. They weren’t very glorious, and not the kind of bounty hunts Cyran himself started his career on. Although he really should’ve, instead of constantly punching above his weight and needlessly risking his own safety for the more “fun” jobs posted by clients.

While thinking to himself the datapad on his vambrace was going ballistic. Wondering what it was, he checked it. Quickly realizing what it was. There was a high profile bounty and it was very public. Tens of thousands of credits and from different galactic governments as well. But that was just the start. Apparently one of the various powerful hutts had made their own personal posting on it, increasing the bounty by 10k. Which seemed to have put all the local bounty hunters into a frenzy. He didn’t really know who the target even was. But through some context clues he got a good idea. With a name like Zambrano he knew that was some famous sith family or something, and they were wanted for war crimes according to the NIO.

At first it seemed easy to just ignore the bounty. But the more and more Cyran thought about how much it was he started thinking about how he could pay off some of his loans, and also offset the cost of taking on Takumi as a student.

Cyran thought to himself, feeling like it would be harder to do with Takumi tagging around, even though he had just about all his gear with him since they were going on jobs together now. He felt a little tempted to just leave Takumi and try to hunt the bounty by himself, and meet him later at his ship. But maybe this trial by fire might just be what his apprentice needs and what perfect way to do it.

Heading back into the shop, Cyran called for Takumi. “Hey, drop the shopping we’ll come back for it later, something important just came up and we need to move now!” He quickly tried to explain, his tone was pretty urgent. Knowing that every desperate and likely reckless hired gun and thug were gonna want a piece of this bounty.

 

[Jack/bounty hunter/ traveler]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Objective:collect a bounty
“Where is my target”
Jack gets up and lays on a roof with his rifle in hands
“come out target”

 

[Redmond Geller]

Nar Shadda
Target: Xun of Throne
Others: Koda Fett | Valery Noble | Ghorua the Shark | Nash Darklighter | Darth Ophidia | Khama Fett | Alexandra Feanor
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Even before the extra ten thousand, it'd been an interesting mark. A Zambrano. He'd never much been one for friends, but the boys of Oscar Six-Six had been the closest he'd ever come, and they were almost dead to the last thanks to this kid's dad. That wasn't his fault, Redmond wasn't so conceited that he didn't know that, hell, he'd killed the only other survivor from 6-6 with his own hands back in the fighting pits. But it worked as an excuse, a reason to allow himself to really cut loose.

The rain cut through the air, and refracted the neon glow to a thousand different signs as it did. On the street, it would've been a mess of noise and sound. Pure chaos, and though collateral wasn't usually a concern, it would've impeded a possible exfil. So he'd opted to stay off it. From behind the slip of his visor and through the lens of the viewfinder, Redmond combed the streets for the mark.

When one block was clear, he moved to the other, moving from chokepoint to chokepoint, hoping to catch a hint of the target onto his way to some kind of ride out. Banking on the Zambrano to make a run off-world was a risk, but Redmond wouldn't delude himself into thinking he'd catch him anywhere else.

So he moved, roof to roof, alley to alley, hunting.

 

[Jack/bounty hunter/ traveler]

Is looking for his target

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJECTIVE: HUNT
Tags: Xun of Throne - Valery Noble - Koda Fett - Khama Fett - Nash Darklighter - Alexandra Feanor - Darth Ophidia - Cyran Vaas - Redmond Geller
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The little probe droid that could followed silently along the trail of the target, relaying information and keeping an eye on the surrounding area. The other three quickly zipped Two's way, beginning to map out the area, on a wide search pattern for complications. Two watched silently as the Zeltron dipped into a black-market weapons shop.

Ghorua felt his grin widened even more. It was a big risk, which meant they were unprepared.

Once Arkaitz Zambrano exited the establishment, Two was caught off-guard by a form jumping from a building and landing next to the man, and another appearing from the shadows. While the shadowed woman was still a mystery, Two got a good look at the Jedi's face, and the Shark felt his good mood vanish.

Ghorua didn't know too many Jedi by name. This one, he knew.

Two was joined by One, Three, and Four, and they began scanning the area, looking for any more surprise complications. They tweeted excitedly as their master emerged from the shadows, a full thirty feet away from the trio.

The Shark was a massive creature, plated in dark-wrought beskar armor. He hefted an enormous blaster cannon in his hands, and a shoulder-mounted rotary cannon pointed at the Zambrano. He stood tall, like a monolith of metal and danger in the streets of Nar Shaddaa.

"Or you surrender now," the Shark said, deep voice reverberating in the chests of all present, despite the distance. "Just a thought."

He had to offer the alternative before engaging. GA rules were so finicky these days.

 

[Jack/bounty hunter/ traveler]

Jack watching from roof
“maybe me and him could split the money of the contract”

 

[Jack/bounty hunter/ traveler]

Jumps down from building behind the Shark
“excuse me mr I have a question for you”

 

[Koda Fett]

NAR SHADDAA
Xun of Throne | Valery Noble | Ghorua the Shark | Khama Fett | Nash Darklighter | Alexandra Feanor | Darth Ophidia | Cyran Vaas | Redmond Geller
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"Surrender is the safest bet," his modulated voice announced his arrival onto the scene amid a slow saunter, "But a Zambrano is worth a fair reward no matter their state,"

"Jedi, too." Fett remarked as the T-visor settled on Noble, then to flash across to Ghorua.

"You and I have had this dance before. You best remember how it ends." He threatened, a subtle shift in his stance had seen the idle hands motion across his wrists and a firmer hold on the carbine.

His Mandalorian armour encased him in lethal ordinance, a near indestructible metallic hide as well. He raised his blaster towards the Jedi and the Zambrano, even if the Shark stood near.

The Imperial Order cared less about the chance of surrender than the Alliance, it seemed.

 

[Jack/bounty hunter/ traveler]

“I am a troop in the imperial order fett so why don’t we split the payment”
he smiles revealing logo of the imperial order on his suit