Bounty Sithbane | Hunt of Lavria Xedrim

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Objective: Eliminate Target
Allies: Kranak Vizsla
Target: Lavria Xedrim

Nar Shaddaa, 874 ABY
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Music pulsed from three different nightclubs as Siv Dragr stalked the streets of Nar Shaddaa's undercity. There wasn't a part of the Hutt Moon that wasn't undercity, but even here there was some contrast between the surface and the dim artificial lighting several hundred levels below. Nar Shaddaa was one of the most infamous criminal moons in the galaxy, rife with Hutt-controlled cartels, black markets, and slave trading. Even the Jedi knew that efforts to police the moon would be fruitless, and although the Hutts made an appearance of pandering to the Law, down below the same criminal scum carried out their business.

Siv was no stranger to the dark underbelly of the galaxy, but his companion might have been. He didn't know much about Kranak Vizsla's history, but the massive Mandalorian brute didn't strike Siv as the type who would've been involved in the bounty hunting scene. That being said, Vizsla was here with him tonight on his hunt, so Siv could have been underestimating the commando's history. But regardless, Kranak was very deadly, which would be useful.

It wasn't every day that you killed a Sith.

Siv had gotten a tipoff from the ShadowNet information network -- an elaborate web of informants that provided the Karjr hunters of the Enclave with their knowledge -- that a Force User with red-bladed lightsabers had been terrorizing the streets of Nar Shaddaa. It was more likely a complaint filed by cartels losing merchandise and personnel than hapless civilians, either numb to the violence around them or full-blown participants, but all the same Siv didn't really care. There was a Sith here, and the Enclave's mission -- his mission -- was that of a singular purpose: No Sith, No Exceptions.

"Keep your eyes peeled and sensors sharp," Siv hissed to Kranak as they walked. At his suggestion they'd cloaked themselves, but underneath the roughspun fabric garments their Mandalorian armor shined distinctively, and was already drawing eyes along the street. A lone Mandalorian hunter wasn't something unusual to see in a place like Nar Shaddaa, but two Mandalorians meant something much more significant. No doubt several local gangs would have already been informed of their presence and debating whether or not they were a threat; Siv hoped that they'd be able to finish their business before any Hutt syndicate caught word of Mandalorian hunters in their streets. "Sometimes if you're lucky, your target comes to you. They should know that they have a price on a head, and we aren't inconspicuous. They might want to deal with us before we deal with them."
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[Lavria Xedrim]

TAG: Siv Dragr | Kranak Vizsla | Faison Kelborn
GEAR: In bio

MONSTERS​

It was no life.

Moving from shit hole to shit hole. Taking any bounty job she could to stay alive. It was degrading.

Ever since the fall of the Sith Empire, things have been deteriorating - including her master disappearing without a trace for months and the great defeat over Rhand. Lavria had taken off not long after that - it had been getting hot for her kind in the Galaxy, including the Confederacy. So she hid what she was. Not that it helped that much.

Lavria was hunted.

Every Empire in the Galaxy wanted her head by now. She was no stranger to running. She had been running ever since killing her original master. But it just didn't catch a bloody break.

In an alley, the Sith Knight pulled her lightsaber from the gut of the Aqualish she had been hunting for some minor crime boss on some backwater place. After he dropped to the floor like a stone, she bent down to get datapad and any other thing she can pawn before she took a picture of the body for proof.

Lavria was on edge. There was no Force signature as of yet to cause it, but her hair stood on end in the back of her neck, regardless. It might be because of the line of work she was in now or something else, but she felt exposed in the lonely alley she was in now. Extinguishing the tonfa, she clipped it back on her belt before she moved out of the alleyway and back into the bustling street.

But the feeling didn't dissipate.

On the contrary, it got worse. Golden eyes narrowed as she scanned the street. Run long enough, and you see ghosts everywhere. One hand rested on a clipped tonfa while the other hovered over the blaster in the small of her back. Anything could happed in the streets of this planet.

Finally, between all the bodies on the street, her golden gaze caught site of some figures that seemed out of place despite trying to blend in. So they have found her - whoever they were.

Let them come, then.

 

[Faison Kelborn]

TAG: Siv Dragr Kranak Vizsla Lavria Xedrim

<"Osik, Siv. Could you guys be any more conspicuous?"> Faison's voice chimed over the comm frequency between Siv and Kranak. Siv may have been more accustomed to the underworld, but Kranak was a fairly hard guy to hide. Unless you covered the man in fur to try and pass him like a Wookiee, he stood out like a fecking sore thumb. Faison on the other hand, was accustomed to clinging to the shadows of the criminal underbelly. His armor was optimized for it, in actual fact - the stygian polymer doing much to mask his outline in dimly illuminated areas. He kept to the shadows of one of Nar Shaddaa's upper levels, which overlooked the street level the other two Mandalorians strolled within. He kept his loadout obscured by an oversized cloak draped over his form, and to try and maintain some level of deniability, his helmet was off of his head and clipped to his hip. The only way anyone would know he was Mandalorian would be if they got really, really close, and he was very good at avoiding such proximity. It usually helped when he applied bantha pheromones to his person, which kept even the most 'nosey' of scoundrels a far ways off from him.

Faison positioned himself at a maintenance overlook positioned along a catwalk, and obscured from the main thoroughfare from a low-rise wall. It afforded him an unimpeded view of the street below. He setup at the maintenance terminal by the access point, and pulled out a set of tools to hack into the security mainframe. Given the 'security forces' on this world were largely in the pocket of the Hutts, the technology behind their security system was rudimentary at best. It took him moments to bypass the firewall, wherein he quickly set about accessing the camera mainframe. He quickly began uploading a specific malware which took over the live feed, rewinding the feed to the same time a week ago. Naturally, Faison made sure to analyze this date in time last week to ensure the feed would not spark a security response to the immediate area. Next, he set about disabling the maintenance access hatches near the area Siv and Kranak were approaching to prevent the target from making a last minute escape. After performing both operations, Faison then set about casually monitoring the area the other two were approaching. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a woman matching the target's description.

He casually pulled up a digital rendering of the woman's wanted poster on his wrist display, and after confirming her identity, his voice chimed again over the comm: <"I've got eyes on the target. What's the plan?>"

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

With Extreme Prejudice​

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Local Time: N/A
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Eliminate Bounty
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Backpack. Primary and Secondary equipped with Suppressors.) + Goran’s Stand. Wearing a large, hooded dark gray poncho over armor.
Friendlies: Siv Dragr | Faison Kelborn
Hostiles: Lavria Xedrim

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The dark brown eyes of the Alor’ad[1]casted a vigilant gaze at his surroundings behind the dimly glowing white visor as he walked besides the revered bounty hunter along the street,making their way deeper into the bowels of the city to locate their bounty with each step; the soft shuffle and crackle of weapons and gear followed in the wake of his amble steps as he pulled over the hood draped over his buy’ce[2] some more, hiding all features of his faceplate but the glowing visor. He could very well feel the intrigued eyes fixed upon them as they passed by another nightclub on the street. Viewing the live feed of his probe droid loitering about three hundred meters above them in the air on his HUD[3], he could see three fellows in particular amongst the crowd in the streets following them at a slow pace, about some thirty meters to his rear. The giant sighed silently in response as he walked at a heavy pace beside Siv. He wasn’t sure if they were from a bunch of local gangs, or if they were the servants of the Sith they were tasked with eliminating; either way, they were being followed. Whomever those three had pledged their loyalty to, he was more than happy to cut them down along with their friends if they planned on getting in their way while in pursuit of their target. Though as much as the two hunters had made an effort to somewhat conceal themselves underneath the garments they wore over their beskar’gam, it was somewhat of a futile attempt for the giant in particular. Although trained to undertake covert missions and tread dense urban environments stealthily if need be, his massive stature and strength became his weakness in such missions, especially if said operations would see him deploy into dense population in urban terrain, such as Nar Shaddaa. Having a distinctive silhouette, it was difficult to blend in with a crowd for him.

He had been to the Smuggler’s Moon before, more than several occasions in fact, in what seemed like a lifetime ago. Favoring mercenary contracts over bounties most of the time in his career, he had provided his services to a number of clients, corporate entities and individuals alike; protecting company grounds and warehouses on the planet against gangs, partaking in snatch and grab operations alongside other fellow mercenaries, covertly sparking gang wars between local gangs and crime syndicates to break their strength on a few occasions in order to weaken them was just among a few of the contracts he had taken up on this sorry excuse of a planet.

Leaving his mercenary life behind him in favor of devoting his life for his people, he never thought he’d set foot on Nar Shaddaa again, even under the service of the Mando’ade. Though fate seemed to disagree, as the intelligence report regarding their quarry had led them here.

”Keep your eyes peeled and sensors sharp,”
Siv hissed to Kranak as they walked.

“Sometimes if you’re lucky, your target comes to you. They should know that they have a price on a head, and we aren’t inconspicuous. They might want to deal with us before we deal with them.”​

As he continued looking for their prey with sensors and sharp, vigilant eyesight alike, the giant nodded his head slowly in silent response to Siv. <”Heads up, seems like we might be getting acquainted with the locals soon,”> the giant muttered in a low tone, sharing the probe’s live feed to both the Bounty Hunter walking beside him and their sharpshooter perched up on a dominating vantage point over the streets, streaming the footage in a small tab into their heads-up displays of their helmets.

<”Osik, Siv. Could you guys be any more conspicuous?”>

<”Yeah, remind me to volunteer for the sharpshooter role next time, would ya?”> Speaking over the comlink, the Vizsla casually joked as his eyes darted around from one angle to the other behind his unmoving, glowing visor.

Although he wasn’t sure how beneficial it would be for them to be conspicuous in a hunt such as this, as much as he respected Siv’s experience, Faison had a point. Not only were they attracting attention from the civ pop[4] all around them, and local gangs for that matter, they were making themselves easier to get spotted by the Sith they were after. If she gained the initiative over them by spotting them before they spotted her, that would give her the chance to elude them, or strike them first. And chances are, maybe they were already spotted by their query, seeing as they were attracting considerable attention from the locals.

But as much as he had his reservations of the strategy Siv used, he placed his trust into his experience. Even though he did take up bounties every now and then, the Dragr had more experience in bounty hunting over the giant. The Vizsla was far more experienced with mercenary contracts, having worked with a number of private military companies and security firms in the past, across the galaxy.

Continuing the path their tracking fobs led them to as they parted the crowd around them on the street, it wasn’t long after the giant’s casual quip Faison reported in over the comlink once again; this time it was regarding their target, rather than a comlink check.

<”I’ve got eyes on the target. What’s the plan?”>

Trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, without looking around for the target with his sight, the giant resorted to using his probe droid high up in the sky to confirm Faison’s report. <”Oya’karir[5]”> whispering a pre-recorded code phrase to his interactive heads-up display, the Alor’ad initiated a scan of the crowd about a hundred or so meters to their front. Their target’s known physical details already punched into the drone’s search parameters, it took less than a minute to go over dozens of people on the street to locate their target. Locating the person of interest, the drone’s camera fixated upon their mark as it entered a hundred meter loitering circumference on the target, all the while keeping its original altitude of three hundred meters in the air.

<”Confirmed,”> The giant said in a low tone, laying eyes on their target over the live-feed footage of his probe droid, streamed into his HUD. <”Me’dinuir[6]”> Muttering another code phrase to his HUD, the giant patched the live feed to the other two hunters’ heads-up displays.

Now with their target in sight, it was time to come up with a quick game plan. <”We could box her into a dead-end street, away from civ pop if possible to reduce collateral damage. Wanna give it a try?”> the giant asked over the comlink. If agreed to it by the other hunters, the giant would break off from Siv and walk towards a stall, trying to sell the idea of bartering for something from the stall owner to their target. If it worked, the giant would attempt to head into a nearby alleyway while trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, using the crowd and surrounding objects to conceal his movements as best he could, and try to circle behind the Sith’s rear to force her into a dead-end street.

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Spoiler: Translations and Abbreviations

[1] Alor’ad = Captain.
[2] Buy’ce = Helmet.
[3] HUD = Heads-up Display.
[4] CIV POP = Civilian Population.
[5] Oya’karir = Hunt, chase.
[6] Me’dinuir = Share, give to each other.

 

[Koda Fett]

NAR SHADDAA
Siv Dragr | Faison Kelborn | Kranak Vizsla | Lavria Xedrim

His recent actions had earned him a brief retirement from the Core. The Consortium had made use of their own networks to shield him in the Hutt territories, the reach of the Jedi and their soldiers that wished to find him were at a loss for now. It could never last, he confessed, and so even as countless credits flooded into his various accounts after his strikes on the Senate, Fett never so much as slowed and re-entered the services of the Hutt Cartels. His more lavish clientele had a certain loathesome air about them, even if easier to milk more out of; a Hutt had a certain charm to them, that and their traversable web of connections.

The Mandalorian hunted the same Sith as the others, albeit for another client. He was no less noticeable than themselves, further on in the street. His vision narrowed and settled onto their armoured frames, a familiar 'face' in Siv found between the two. He failed to notice the third as of the moment. Fett was discomforted whenever another Mandalorian neared, the cache of stolen beskar rewarded to him from Darth Carnifex became all the more memorable.

"Hnh." He mumbled in consideration, the chance to better whatever limited ties there had been to those on Kestri afforded itself to him now. He needed allies, after all, now more so than ever; his contacts closer to the Core shrivelled and died, fearful of the crime of collusion. His blaster remained in his holster as the other one rest over his shoulder, his booted footfalls descended softly onto the road as he shifted between the locals. Fett was a master of his craft, he who ranked above the rest, but his Mandalorian armour failed him in certain areas: the most noticeable man in the room, until someone such as Kranak entered.

He strode down on his earlier route, unaltered, even if a hint more cautious.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R​

Objective: Eliminate Target
Allies: Kranak Vizsla | Faison Kelborn | Koda Fett (Loosely)
Target: Lavria Xedrim

Siv remained casual in his walk, despite Faison's complaining over the comms. If they were on the top levels of Coruscant an armed Mandalorian might draw suspicion, but in the pits of Nar Shaada bounty hunters like him were a dime-a-dozen. So long as he stayed away from certain Hutt territories, he wouldn't be noticed by anyone they didn't want to.

Still, Faison has obligated a response. "Sometimes it's better to draw your target out. Make them think they're the predator, not the prey," he growled back over the comm channel. Siv was an experienced hunter, but partners always changed the equation, and he wasn't used to working with the likes of Kranak and Faison on a job like this. He kept mind not to draw any extra attention, though, as he remained set on patrolling his way. He noticed the three following them, same as Kranak, but unlike Kranak he knew what they were: poachers or vultures, looking to score an easy scrap from whatever remnants of a fight two bounty hunters left behind. They were unlikely to cause any trouble, but Siv was confident he could dispatch them quickly if they needed to.

After a minute, it seemed that Faison had already got a lock-on to their target. It was surprisingly quick, perhaps a testament to Kelborn's tracking skills, or maybe it was dumb luck. Siv didn't care much either way; whatever made their job easier, he'd gladly accept. "We can try to corner her," Siv acknowledged, "but with her type, expect collateral regardless." He wasn't fond of the overbrief military speak favored by the commando, but he could abide by it.

His eyes narrowed as a familiar set of armor walked past, turning his head to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. A moment later, he turned back. "We got competition," he hissed to Kranak, and to Faison over the comms. Koda Fett was on the job, and he was sure that the infamous bounty hunter had recognized him. If efficiency hadn't been of the essence, it was now.

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[Lavria Xedrim]

TAG: Siv Dragr | Kranak Vizsla | Faison Kelborn | Koda Fett
GEAR: In bio

MONSTERS​

Danger senses flared.

Lavria had no idea yet who all were involved in this street, but one thing was certain - she was being actively hunted in that moment. She had run long enough since she had killed her master all those years ago to know when the hunt was close.

Mind racing, the rogue made her calculations. "Expect the worst from your opponents and you won't be surprised" was drilled into her head ever since she cold hold a weapon - even before she left Iridonia.

Lifting her arm to her mouth, she still kept an eye on the street.
"Lars, can you see if there's eyes on me from above?" she asked her droid over the comms.
The BB-unit gave a confirming series of clicks before silence reigned once more. Lavria wasn't a salt-pillar either. She took off down the street with the speed of the Force, weaving between people and wiping away those that didn't want to move with the empyrean.

Lars' whistles had her bring her arm forward once more as she ran.
"Go ahead, buddy."
He chirped and whistled some more.
"Security scrambled, hey? Can you blind the schutta doing it?" she asked him as she ducked behind a dumpster.
A confirmational chirp came through the comms.
"Do it. Force them to the ground. Or trap them. I don't care. I just don't want eyes from above."
Another whistle and Lars was off again to try and thwart Faison Kelborn .

Lavria peeked around the dumpster in the direction she had just come from. If she was hunting someone, she'd try to herd them into an isolated area. She was fairly certain her hunters weren't Force-sensitive, as she would have picked that up by now. So it was safe to assume that the weapons used would be stuff designed to take out a Force user. So she'd have to play it smart.

Golden orbs tried to pinpoint who her pursuers were - pick them out from the crowd. One seemed a bit less worried of detection than the rest - his armour pretty clear to see, even beneath the rough-spun fabric cloak. So, instead of running straight at the fool, she tapped into the empyrean. Focusing on Siv Dragr , she made a gripping motion from behind the dumpster.

The Mandalorian bounty hunter would feel an invisible vice closing around his throat and if he didn't do something quickly, he would be jerked from his feet and flung towards a duracrete wall.

Cloaking herself, Lavria lunged out from behind the dumpster and toward Kranak Vizsla . At the last second, two crimson blades would ignite in front of him. One blade would aim high, slicing at the neck while the other sliced low, at the legs which were usually less covered in armour.

She wasn't yet aware of Koda Fett , but should he try to capitalise on her engagement with Kranak, he would find she was not that easy to sneak up on, as a lifetime on the run had taught her to always keep her senses wide open. Both her masters had taught her more than enough to have earned her the title of Lord by now, had a series of events not put a stop to progress.

She knew she had to pull out all the stops if she was to survive.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Objective: Eliminate Target
Allies: Kranak Vizsla | Faison Kelborn | Koda Fett (Loosely)
Target: Lavria Xedrim

Siv felt as if a cold liquid ran down his back, a feeling that he recognized before -- the Force. He was insulated from its magicks with his armor's trakar steel, and whatever sort of telekinetic attack their target had attempted washed over him harmlessly, but he could still feel the darkness permeating through his very core. His muscles tensed at the feeling, and he knew that the attack had begun. Siv had been right; drawing out their target was the easiest way. The harder part would be not dying.

But his Supercommando partner wasn't used to this game of cat-and-mouse, not like Siv was. "Kranak!" He shouted in warning, but it was too late. The Sith had already made her ambush, leaving Siv little time to react. He raised his right arm and produced a shockwave with his sonic repulsor, aiming to buff the Sith warrior off of Kranak to give him time to react. He drew his vibroknife with his left hand, which he was equally deft in combat as with his dominant-right. Launching himself towards the Sith, his beskar combat spines extended from his gauntlet, and he swiped at her face wildly with his right arm while looking to jab her through the ribs with the vibroknife in his left.
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[Kranak Vizsla]

With Extreme Prejudice​

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Local Time: N/A
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Eliminate Bounty
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Backpack. Primary and Secondary equipped with Suppressors.) + Goran’s Stand. Wearing a large, hooded dark gray poncho over armor.
Friendlies: Siv Dragr | Faison Kelborn | Koda Fett
Hostiles: Lavria Xedrim

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"We can try to corner her," Siv acknowledged, "but with her type, expect collateral regardless."

Getting the go-ahead from the seasoned hunter, the giant headed to the alleyway to his left, bending the surrounding urban terrain to his will to remain undetected as best he could, leaving the line of sight of their target. Parting the crowd around him at times as he walked briskly, the giant continued to monitor their target with the help of his probe droid as he moved into position to box her in.

"We got competition," he hissed to Kranak, and to Faison over the comms.

Their fireteam consisted of three hunters. Having no visual contact with the fourth hunter, the Alor’ad[1] was unsure of the identity of the unknown contact. The giant quickened his pace further in silent response to the Dragr, starting to close in on their target. They would have to be quick about this if they wanted to obtain the honor and reward of this bounty, hunting their target before their competition could lay claim on the bounty.

Just as the Dragr intended, however, their target was alerted to their presence; she knew they were on to her. <”Target’s on the move,”> he hissed over the comlink; the Vizsla could see the Sith dart off down the street, weaving through the sea of people in the avenue opposite to them; her speed and agility seemingly enhanced by the Force. The drone, having locked onto their target earlier, began shadowing her silently from the skies as she began fleeting. <”In pursuit of target!”> the Alor’ad reported as he took off sprinting; rounding the corner, the giant emerged into the street nearby where their target once was, and began tracking the Sith.

<”Chit, probe droid lost contact with the target,”> The Alor’ad reported over the comlink; the target had disappeared into a far less inhabited back-alley. Scanners of the drone yielded no positive results in its attempt at regaining visual of their target for now. Having reached the entrance of the alleyway, the giant slowed down and came to a halt at the entrance of the alleyway, several moments after the Sith’s disappearance on the probe’s live feed. Brows furrowed and muscles tensed for a confrontation, the Vizsla preemptively rested one hand on the hilt of the ancient greatsword sheathed over his left hip, and stepped into the louched, trash-ridden back alley with caution; stalking cautiously into the alleyway, the giant paid utmost attention to his surroundings, shooting glances at his surroundings as he kept his buy’ce on a swivel, scanning his sectors to locate their quarry.

It wasn’t long until the all too familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting reached his ears. Firmly grasping the hilt, the giant drew the relic as he turned around in one swift motion, belying his gigantic stature; the greatsword unsheathed with a sharp metallic rasp as the Vizsla raised the blade and entered a defensive stance. He was aware he had walked into her ambush, that much was made apparent with the choice of location for this engagement. The Sith had the upper hand for now, having the advantage of striking first.

The hunter quickly became the hunted.

The blade raised just in time, the giant blocked one of the pair of lightsabers swung at him; sparks jutted off when the crimson saber intended for his neck met with the ancient relic; a metallic clang resounded in the dirty dead-end street. The lower strike however, struck true as the Sith masterfully exploited the slight opening in his defense, landing the strike a handsbreadth above his left kneecap; the saber cut through the armor-weave spun cloth of his large poncho and Kama with ease, halted only by the armor-weave and cortosis-weave spun fabric of his flight suit pants. Although the saber failed to meet with his flesh, the kinetic force behind the blow carried on regardless. The giant gritted his teeth underneath his faceplate as throes of pain stung him like a sharp dagger above his left knee, leaving a very nasty bruise on the flesh underneath the garment; a fate much preferable over losing a limb, or worse, life.

Although considerably painful, it would take a lot more than just that for the giant to grunt or shout in pain.

Unflinching from the blow, with no instinctive reaction to the pain, the giant initiated his counter attack; feigning a strike to the left of his foe, the giant would quickly pull back from committing to the feign last second just as their blades would meet, pull back and attempt to stab his lightsaber wielding opponent on her midriff with his greatsword, in an attempt to capitalize on and exploit a possible opening in his opponent’s defense.

Spoiler: Translations and Abbreviations

[1] Alor’ad = Captain.

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