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Location-Varno Market, Vengler
Time-19:30
Objective-Capture or Kill Kleern Vlapu
Armament-Kyr'am's Gaan, Lightsaber, NT-242, JT-12 Jetpack, Beskar'gam
The hubbub of the market had died down nearly half an hour ago, with the setting sun giving light to the last few spacers still shopping for supplies before they returned to their ships. It had been quite the day, shown by the many shopkeepers caressing large pouches filled to the bursting with credits and spice as they packed up their stalls and shuttered their stores. One figure stood out amongst the remnants of the crowd, however, rusted beskar armor acompanied by a hefty armament of weapons giving a stark contrast to the flight suits and empty holsters that most folks passing through would wear.
The Mandalorian, Leenic, had propped himself up against the side of one of the shops, staring out into the empty marketplace through the expressionless visor of his helmet. He had arrived at noon that day, immediately clearing out a spot for himself with his intimidating presence, as well as getting plenty of rumors spread around as he made inquiries at both the local tavern and with several shop owners. The most popular one had been that he was an enforcer for the Eternal Empire, perhaps an ISB agent, as he had flashed a badge indicating his status among Task Force 99 (although none aside from himself knew it was no longer valid). So, reasonably, many had elected to steer clear of the Mandalorian when he had taken up a makeshift post in this spot, leaving him plenty of time and space to finish up whatever he was doing.
However, after seven and a half hours, Leenic had not been able to identify the Rodian that he had searched for, and was starting to think that the bounty puck that had led him here was going off a faulty tracker. Sighing, he pulled it off his belt for what felt like the hundreth time that day and clicked the button on the side, watching as the hologram of a male Rodian appeared, along with his name and a small tracking map showing that he was somewhere within a 6 mile radius of Leenic. Frowning, he studied his face again, trying to figure out if he had somehow missed the target among the crowd of spacers, natives, and lost pleasure cruisers that had seemed never ending a few short hours ago. After a couple more minutes of studying, he deactivated the puck and opened up a communication channel with his U-Wing, waiting a few seconds for the Sat Com antenna to connect.
A few seconds and a soft chime later, Leenic heard the robotic voice of his pilot come over his headset. "Yeah Boss?" The android said, the faint sound of the engines whirring letting Leenic know that the ship was moving. "Need a lift or something? Been bored out of my circuits up here, and King is not very vocal company."
"I need a thermal scan of the area." Leenic said, chuckling softly at the mention of his Krayt Dragon plusie. "And quit your whining, we talked an hour ago."
"Right, Im sooooo grateful that you remembered to ask how my fuel levels were before you cut off comms without warning." The driod replied, the sound of buttons pressing coming over through his voice. "Annnnnnd bam, the scan should be online and on your HUD in a few seconds. Need anything else?"
"No, but thanks." Leenic replied, glancing down at the thermal imaging map that appeared in the bottom left of his visor. "Alright, going radio silent again unless I need something. Talk in an hour."
Before the pilot droid had a chance to leave him with a snarky reply, Leenic shut down the comm channel to gain himself some silence to focus in. Once he was sure he hadnt been walked up on, Leenic shifted his vision down to the loading map on his visor, waiting to see who exactly was still within the town with him.
Location-Varno Market, Vengler
Time-19:30
Objective-Capture or Kill Kleern Vlapu
Armament-Kyr'am's Gaan, Lightsaber, NT-242, JT-12 Jetpack, Beskar'gam
The hubbub of the market had died down nearly half an hour ago, with the setting sun giving light to the last few spacers still shopping for supplies before they returned to their ships. It had been quite the day, shown by the many shopkeepers caressing large pouches filled to the bursting with credits and spice as they packed up their stalls and shuttered their stores. One figure stood out amongst the remnants of the crowd, however, rusted beskar armor acompanied by a hefty armament of weapons giving a stark contrast to the flight suits and empty holsters that most folks passing through would wear.
The Mandalorian, Leenic, had propped himself up against the side of one of the shops, staring out into the empty marketplace through the expressionless visor of his helmet. He had arrived at noon that day, immediately clearing out a spot for himself with his intimidating presence, as well as getting plenty of rumors spread around as he made inquiries at both the local tavern and with several shop owners. The most popular one had been that he was an enforcer for the Eternal Empire, perhaps an ISB agent, as he had flashed a badge indicating his status among Task Force 99 (although none aside from himself knew it was no longer valid). So, reasonably, many had elected to steer clear of the Mandalorian when he had taken up a makeshift post in this spot, leaving him plenty of time and space to finish up whatever he was doing.
However, after seven and a half hours, Leenic had not been able to identify the Rodian that he had searched for, and was starting to think that the bounty puck that had led him here was going off a faulty tracker. Sighing, he pulled it off his belt for what felt like the hundreth time that day and clicked the button on the side, watching as the hologram of a male Rodian appeared, along with his name and a small tracking map showing that he was somewhere within a 6 mile radius of Leenic. Frowning, he studied his face again, trying to figure out if he had somehow missed the target among the crowd of spacers, natives, and lost pleasure cruisers that had seemed never ending a few short hours ago. After a couple more minutes of studying, he deactivated the puck and opened up a communication channel with his U-Wing, waiting a few seconds for the Sat Com antenna to connect.
A few seconds and a soft chime later, Leenic heard the robotic voice of his pilot come over his headset. "Yeah Boss?" The android said, the faint sound of the engines whirring letting Leenic know that the ship was moving. "Need a lift or something? Been bored out of my circuits up here, and King is not very vocal company."
"I need a thermal scan of the area." Leenic said, chuckling softly at the mention of his Krayt Dragon plusie. "And quit your whining, we talked an hour ago."
"Right, Im sooooo grateful that you remembered to ask how my fuel levels were before you cut off comms without warning." The driod replied, the sound of buttons pressing coming over through his voice. "Annnnnnd bam, the scan should be online and on your HUD in a few seconds. Need anything else?"
"No, but thanks." Leenic replied, glancing down at the thermal imaging map that appeared in the bottom left of his visor. "Alright, going radio silent again unless I need something. Talk in an hour."
Before the pilot droid had a chance to leave him with a snarky reply, Leenic shut down the comm channel to gain himself some silence to focus in. Once he was sure he hadnt been walked up on, Leenic shifted his vision down to the loading map on his visor, waiting to see who exactly was still within the town with him.