The Bounty, The Zombie, and The Ghost

[Blade]

PART I​

The Ghost of Coruscant​

"After the authorities detected us, there is no way that our enemies haven't been alerted to our location. We need to get moving. Coruscant is only a few systems from here, if we can blend in out there, we might just be lost long enough to be forgotten." Deadeye looked to jack and shook his head, "It's worth a shot."

Jack Looked down to blade, he stood guard over the two as they bickered. Deadeye used to be in charge, but after getting blown to hell and resurrected, his old friend took charge and cared little of the past formalities.

Jack pointed at blade. "Get aboard oone of our transports. I want you to go to coruscant to scout it out."

Blade slowly nodded as he turned away. He began marching out of the bridge and away from the two bickering commanders. It seemed this was the first thing they'd agreed on in some time, and in Blade's opinion, it was a horrible plan. 'Whatever', he thought, he didn't care enough to bring in his input. He was here to get paid, and that was it.

As he approached the side hanger of the ship, blade was greeted by two mercenaries. At a glance they weren't any different than any of the other ego-driven thick-skulled scumbags here, but scanning them up and down, blade could tell something was up. These guys were gonna start something.

"Hey nerf herder! Where are you going?" Blade tried to keep walking but quickly they stepped in front of him. "Hey buddy, you too special to show your pretty face round here?"

His friend, and ugly pale kid with freckles chimed in, "yeah bud, what's with the mask?"

Blade made a shooting motion with his hands to try to diffuse.

"Ah, and what are you gonna do if we don't move?" The bigger of the two chuckled."

Blade, not wanting to be bothered anymore flicked something in his hand, the men looked down in shock as blade primed a thermal detonator. "I said move."

The two quickly apologized and moved and Blade continued on. This whole fleet was filled with people looking to make a quick buck. He wouldn't mind smoking those two, but after the last incident... He wasn't allowed to kill any more assets.

Blade entered the transport. After a few moments, it disconnected and took off for coruscant.

 

[EllieEx]

Location: Coruscant, local club.
Objective: chasing leads.
Gear: x2 DE-10 blaster pistols, "Stinger"[in sig], "witchhunter armour"[in sig].
Current Tags: [member="Blade"] [member="Alec Rimmer"]

Assets: Ranger Class Corvette [docked], x8 Fel Imperial Storm troopers [Aboard the ranger class], x4 Deathtroopers of krieg [Deployment unknown]

From bright young soldier, looking to make her clan proud on the battlefield, and now back to a simple bounty hunter. Maybe things would be better this way, she hated the politics, the worrying for something that had given her next to nothing in return. if the cadera's were so hellbent on ruling mandalore, when choosing a new mand'alor could finally unite the fractured clans, than they could do so without the naudir. Falken had withdrawn the naudir from the war just as she had finally found the man again, her father. now she'd heard the stories, of krieg, of it's people, of the life that the naudir had finally been able to build there, and of a family she had barely known in the last decade..
She'd come home, soon even, but first, she must do what she had set out to do all those years ago: to make a name for herself, as had every would be alor before her. and how would she do that? Bounty hunting. The Fel Empire was a godsend this time, contractors with money out for a pair of truly infamous criminals. "Deadeye" and mad jack. the moment the contract was revealed, she'd signed up and made her way to coruscant with what little information she had, and a few toys from the empire and her clan.
It was time to take her old life back.


She sat there in an old club, dressed in her black and gold vespid armor, listening to the music while she waited.if everything went according to plan, than authorities from the Core Imperial Confederation would be here, possibly to discuss information regarding her targets.
So she relaxed. well, relaxed for wasp anyway, she'd sit back and enjoy the music for a time, but her helmet stayed on and her glass full. No drinking today, no distractions, she needed to be focused and ready for anything.. that's why her seat had been turned, letting her watch the entrance in silence. She had a cloaked trooper nearby, watching her back, a little gift from falken one might say. if only she knew that her own guards were here to report her progress to falken. but what can you expect? the man had assumed his daughter, wasp, to be dead for at least five, maybe six years now? if course he'd want to keep an eye on her. doubt she'd see it that way though.