The Last Chapter

[Zorr'awam dot'this]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]


Zorra had been preparing the entire time, getting soldiers moving, making schedules and timers... Some of his guards were still near devout to Pos and neither him nor said soldiers wanted them to leave. Although, it won't be Pos' army, only just a few of his most trusted men. Of course, the trusted soldiers could have been an army, if they ever lived as long as Mighty Lord Pos. Hmm... Even in thought, Zorra was programmed to think highly of him, even in detest. Thinking, thought, cognition... Adaptive AI with new technology every time it is released. She's become... Something else.

She was finishing things up on the bridge, getting the soldiers to leave, which was the hardest part. On the bridge, it was the control center for all countermeasures and sentry security. Mechanisms to even knock out a jedi, the ship was well equipped... Internally. Once she got them to leave to, something of a, party in the mess hall. Loud noises would snuff out any weapons firing. The clients were sent home and the scheduled ones... Paid not to come. Pos was told a very important and rich man was coming, and he had wonderful items Pos would love to own, but he didn't like an audience. The Synthdroids would be made to exit later.

She approached the comms console and sent an encrypted signal to tge Mandalorian she met.

"The way is clear, do whatever you want to get the job done, and the promise will be kept. Anything and everything, is yours."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Very odd to see Vilaz show any sympathy or any help to a synthetic being that came to him so she could be part of the Mandalorians. To become a Mandalorian one must past their Verd'goten, accept the six tenets of the Resol'nare, and contribute to the great cause of the Mandalorians. So why was he here? Simple, the Android promised the Field Marshal a reward for helping the heartless being on getting her freedom from a Hutt Crime Lord. He wouldn't just be getting a few thousand credits from the soon-to-die Hutt, but a whole company. Very hard to imagine him being a Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Field Marshal, and a CEO all at the same time, but then there were people like Draco that did all of these things at the same time and there was no stress to be seen from the Commander.

"Just make sure all security networks are done so it can be easier for me," he said back to the synthetic droid. Now, the Bounty Hunter loved a challenge from anyone, but, in all honesty, he wanted this job to get over with so he could go back and focus on his other personal objectives that he had planned for the near future. Armed with two WESTAR 34s and Orar'bev and dressed in his personal armor the Warrior walked in one of the main corridors that would lead him straight to the Hutt.

[member="Zorr'awam dot'this"]

 

[Zorr'awam dot'this]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

[literally, my main computer melted right before I hit send. Now I have access to a laptop. Shorter posts possibly, this thing is ancient and slow, and a broken keyboard to boot. Let's knock this out?]


Zorra had done everything she could to make this as easy as possible, getting all the soldiers out of the way as much as possible. She had cancelled any incoming or requested clientele, and got the soldiers in the bridge and anywhere else to report to the little party in the mess hall. With their shenanigans, they wouldn't hear anything up top. In the special little throne room, which was also the hotspot where the bar, the ladies, and clients met up, was Mighty Lord Pos, and his very few most trusted soldiers that would never leave his side. They weren't elite soldiers, just trusted, but this was all she could do.

When the gentleman entered the hotspot room, the synthdroids were programmed to leave. She didn't know if she was going to give the Hutt a chance to speak, or gun him down where he sat, but none of that mattered. She didn't even care what happened to the ship. Thankfully, this was the end of her enslavement.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

No security details from any corner he could see. He gave props to the droid on cancelling the patrol schedule and got them to some place within the ship that wouldn't give any trouble for the Mandalorian to execute this mission with ease. It would take one minor inconvenience to alert the guards which would become obstruction for the Redneck and would, therefore, give time for the Hutt Crime Lord to escape the danger aboard his vessel on an escape pod. If he could just get a good aim with his crossbow, then that would either critically injure the Hutt or seal the fate of Pos.

Continuing to walk with a calm, casual sense in him until he stood right outside the throne room of Pos. For a brief moment, before he activated the sensors of the door which would trigger them to open up, he took a quick, deep breath and entered the room via jetpack. Everyone gave their attention to the entrance of the Mandalorian and, instantly, screamed in terror and fear by looking at the figure. Noticing where the Hutt's displacement was at just by seeing the group of dancers which were scattering and the squad of guards taking positions to defend their boss, Vilaz took brief aim at the enormous central of the Hutt and fired a monomolecular tipped bolt at the alien.

[member="Zorr'awam dot'this"]

Spoiler

(OOC: You can decide if the Hutt is dead or takes critical damage.)

 

[Freya Tagge]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]


Was he tricked? Was he lied to? Was he played for a fool? The Hutt didn't know, but what he did know, was that he was alone. His synthdroid dancers ran, and his only few guards took a stand to try and protect Pos, but it was too late. Pos was hit, but not dead. The crackshot guards stayed by him and started firing off, not able to land a hit on the masterful Mandalorian, but they couldn't figure out who it was or what they were.

"Youkesa! Cha keepuna mi! Jee hatkocanh wamma uba!" he yelled, but it was of no use. His translator, gone... no idea where she was. And it was doubtful the Mandalorian understood Huttese. His four soldiers took cover around him and prepared to defend him with their lives.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Times up, Hutt," the Bounty Hunter yelled out to the crime lord as he noticed him retreating off like the coward he was; like the coward most of his species and family are. The only hardcore, brave Hutt he knew was Tenloss' Popo the Hutt. That slug knew how to give a proper fight and, from what he has heard of his caliber, he gave props to the Hutt and credit on him being a tough fighter. Unfortunately, the bolt that he fired wasn't enough to end the life of the slime, but he did had more in stock for it. The guards too confused and startled of his assault were nervous enough that it was affecting their accuracy. Extending his left arm the Mandalorian laucnhed an anti-personnel missile from his wrist to the large, fat Hutt.

If a bolt launched at 3 miles per second wasn't going to end the Hutt, then an explosive will. Or that's what Vilaz hoped for.

[member="Huurblugg Pos"]

 

[Zorr'awam dot'this]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]


The explosive bolt hit Pos and shook the ship, also killing the soldiers guarding him. Some of the men that weren't partying fully noticed the shock and came running. But it was too late, as they entered the room with their weapons ready, looking around, Zorra came out from a nearby hallway and gunned them down. As the ship stabilized and recovered from the ordeal, Zorra walked out to the open room, still away from the exploded part of it.

"A deals a deal, mister Mandalorian. The Company is yours, and I'm finally free of Mighty Lord Pos' control, all that's next is to, well, reprogram myself so I can finally speak with honesty about him," she giggled.