Private The Good The Bad and The Bounty

[Aloy Vizsla]

Joti sat lazily in the window cill of a local tatooine hotel, positioned to watch a small cantina just below. She had rented the room a few days prior for her partner and she, to watch the activities of a target who had been here on a gambling spree since before she even landed.

The Bounty: One Anton Vrax. A devaronian, and a smuggler, as most bounties were these days, but this one was a little bit different. Joti had worked hard to make sure that her next target was someone who really deserved it in order to keep Darsch's support. Or, so she says..

Vrax was wanted for smuggling, and his cargo of choice was slaves. He had been paid a handsome sum by one of the local hutts for a recent delivery, thus the generous tossing of credits every which way these past few days. Well, Joti certainly wouldn't mind relieving him of those credits, and the locals of their burden...

"His security's drunk again. not that they would've been a big deal anyway" She chuckles to her partner. "Think we should hit 'em now?"

Darsch Vizsla | Soloman Priest | Ti-Fal Jurgon

 

[Soloman Priest]

Tatooine was a shit hole, and Wyatt hated the sand.​

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He couldn’t help but groan slightly as his boot displaced the loose dirt beneath him, step by step. It was a tiresome affair, and Soloman wished for the far more solid metal of his gunship - yet it was docked at an exceptionally high day rate in one of the crooks ran harbours on the other side of the space port. Priest couldn’t help but spit as he pulled the tracking fob from his pocket -​

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Anton Vrax. Wanted dead or alive for slavery, smuggling, and a very serious set of crimes - but what mattered to Soloman was the price. A good set of galactic creds was all he’d need to make this journey worth it, but the security that man had no doubt would become a problem. At least, he assumed so.​

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The moment he turned the corner, he could see the first man asleep in his chair - bottle of cheap liquor next to him. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought - and with that, he pulled his verpine shatter gun from the holster and landed two silent shots in to the side of the man's head, letting him fall to the side with a thud.​

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Simple enough.​

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Soloman lifted the man’s drink, stole himself a sip, and entered - being watched the whole time, it seemed.​

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Aloy Vizsla │ Darsch Vizsla │ Ti-Fal Jurgon​

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

A quiet snore is heard as Darsch laid in one of the beds still. She was very tired since she had trained for three days straight to prepare herself for this mission. She had a pillow over her face and was not in her armor. Her sleeping outfit consisted of a sports bra and shorts. Scars and blaster shot wounds were seen across her body. A deathwatch tattoo sat on her muscular abs along with a Clan Vizla tattoo on her back. She suddenly sat up and looked up to see Joti at the window. Her head cocks back as she clears the long red hair from her face. Seems Joti had said something to her which caused her to wake up. "The heck did you say.." She said with a annnoyed tone. She pulls the sheets from her and looks over to the ground seeing her armor neatly stacked next to the bed. Her weapons were in a case under it. She sits on the side of the bed putting her bare feet on the floor. Her nails were surprisingly painted dark blue. She pulls her glove from the side table and put it on her prosthetic hand.

Aloy Vizsla | Ti-Fal Jurgon | Soloman Priest