Contract The Vigo's List: Loquacious Lieutenants | BSS & BHs/Assassins

[Tohu]

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TARGET: Rharo Minnau
LOCATION: Promenade, Nar Shaddaa
NOTABLE FEATURES: Imperial and human supremacist tattoos over his body
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A walking wall of muscle, clean-shaven head, and the nastiest look in the galaxy. Iron Sun and old COMPNOR slogans and symbols tattooed along almost every inch of his flesh. If Omerta were a sentient, this would be him.

Tohu hardly questioned the Vigo’s List. Yet, leaning over the handles of his speeder bike and watching the hulking man cross the street up ahead, he couldn’t help but wonder if the intel on Rharo Minnau being a snitch was simply set up by another looking to take his place in the Syndicate’s hierarchy. Then, his gaze caught the jolly skip of a child falling into step beside the man and taking his hand. Oversized glasses, loose clothes, freckles, and a few new teeth – the kid was the complete antithesis of his father.

And all the pieces suddenly fell into place.

The young hunter cleared his mind and propelled the speeder bike forward. As it moved up parallel to Minnau, he lined his shot. Clean aim, easy target. Tohu pulled the trigger–

–and a landspeeder bumped into his bike from behind, sending the blaster shot well wide of its mark and into a tattered awning of an antique shop that quickly burst into fire.

Chaos ensued.

Tohu felt his breath hitch, and his dark eyes clawed the blur of fleeing denizens for his target, but Minnau had vanished.

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Diamond Dog Morrow Grunt Kyber Malyssa moddol

Target 1: Utter failure, -1 on next roll

 

[Grunt]

Grunt was happy to be here, on Nar Shaddaa. He had recently been traveling at behest of the Suns. They were busy people, expanding their reach far into the galaxy, past the confines of Hutt space.

He was still here on business, however, he had been sent to take out different targets that the Vigos wanted gone. They had entrusted him to do it however he pleased, so long as it didn't shed a negative light on the Suns. That meant he kept Usurer at home, where he was likely getting restless.

Grunt's first target was a Zabrak in his mid twenties. He was doing a little too much yapping for the Vigos, and he had to be taken care of. That was one thing Grunt was good at, ensuring results. That's why he was chosen for the mission. He had an idea of how he was going to approach this, and it wasn't subtly. On Nar Shaddaa, the sight of a Gamorrean doing something like eliminating a target for the Syndicate wasn't an uncommon sight. He would use his axe, and he would do what he did best- swing.

Or so he thought, he got close enough to practically taste the Zabrak, and he went for a powerful swing. But when he did so, he lost his balance and he tripped over his own feet. The blade smashing into the ground and skidding away. The target was surprised, but not enough for Grunt to recover, and the Zabrak took off into the crowd. Likely to go underground and escape the planet. This was not good for Grunt. Too much bad luck and he'd find himself on the wrong end of this list.

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Spoiler: Roll

Spoiler: Results

Roll 1- Utter Failure. -1 on next roll.

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[Morrow]

From seemingly out of nowhere, Morrow appeared. Surging out from beneath his cloak, a gloved hand seized the lekku of Shad Nur with tight enmity. Yowling, the Twi'leki broker hemmed and squirmed as he was dragged away on staggering legs. The tight grasp on his brain tails left him half-incapacitated, unable to free himself. Those he had stood conversing with in one of the lines of Nar Shaddaa's many nightclubs began to step up in his defense, though they quickly reconsidered when Morrow's free hand raised a blaster in their direction.

Deep in a nearby alley, Morrow released the Twi'lek and forced him to the ground with a blaster-whip to the bridge of the nose. Shad landed in a corner between a dumpster and a durasteel wall. Like a cornered animal, the broker floundered, wide eyes darting between his assailant and either end of the alleyway. Morrow regarded him from above with a twist of disgust.

"Hey man, you want cred? I got cred, I—"

"I don't want your money," Morrow interjected.

"Anything, man, anything, just say the word!"

"Mauve sent me. You know what I'm here for."

Shad hesitated, blood dripping from his nose. Eventually, he fumbled in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small device. Morrow snatched it from the Twi'lek's trembling hands. When he activated it, a hologram flickered to life, displaying scrolling aurebesh. Watching the cerulean image, he skimmed the information to confirm it was what he'd come for. Once satisfied, he tucked the device into a pocket beneath his cloak.

"O- Okay, y- you got what you wanted, now I—"

BLAM!

A scream from the muzzle of Morrow's blaster cut off the broker's plea along with his life.

Spoiler: Roll & Result

Roll 4-5 - Success

 

[Kyber]

Kyber did not know who the Vigos were or exactly why they wanted these guys dead all he cared about was the sound of some nice fresh credits and more importantly the hunt. The droids stalked the roof tops of the city trying to spot his first target. Some unlucky human deathsticks dealer who had been able to buy one of the nicer looking houses in this cesspool. The man was relaxing on his balcony enjoying some kind of drink completely oblivious to the droid right above him.

Kyber using the force floated his saber behind the mans head and as always poised to strike once ignited. This was the easiest target Kyber had ever taken or it should have been but it seemed The Maker had different plans as out of nowhere a Rib-Cat pounced at the floating saber mistaking it for either a toy or food. "KARK!" Kyber yelled a bit too audibly as he lost his saber to a bloody cat who was now running away with it which alerted the man of the assassins presence and immediately bolted.

Kyber had two choices either chase this target or get his saber back and well the saber was worth more to Kyber than the bounty so he let the target escape most likely to not be seen again for quite a long time as Kyber ran after the Rib-Cat to try and get his saber back.

Spoiler

Welp thats a fail with -1 next roll

 

[Diamond Dog]

Diamond Dog hit one of the hundreds of buttons of the lift. His first target of the day was far below the Smuggler's Moon's surface, deep in an underground hideout. The lift sputtered into motion, descending. Light slipped through the elevator windows as DD rode it down. The lower the level, the more outlandish the artificial lights got.

\> TARGET: Q-E5 +++ Overseer Droid +++ Corta Argent District
\> MISSION: Destroy with Prejudice
\> ▶ NOW PLAYING: "TURBO KILLER" — CARPENTER BRUT
\> TIME: 00:01 / 03:28 | VOL: 100% | LOOP: ON

He toggled his work ambience casette. Through the built-in headphones in his helmet the music picked up with a quick plunge into a fast-paced melody. That, of course, lead into a brief mellow interlude before the main track kicked in at full volume.

DD tapped his in sync with the rhythm, taken in by the sound. He didn't notice when the display on his turbolift subtly changed the levels and it went deeper than it should have. Outside influence, Q-E5's influence.

When the doors opened and he stepped out, his blood was pumping and he was ready to kill. He wandered beyond the lift's doors and into the sublevels of Nar Shaddaa, unwittingly several stories below his target.

During his wandering, he bumped into a wholly different crew, on someone else's list. The thugs picked up something was wrong if DD was coming down to this level, and started blasting. Alarms went off, and DD realized that, perhaps, he wasn't where he was supposed to be.

Shavit.

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FAILURE + SABOTAGE (-1 TO SOMEONE'S ROLL)

Morrow you're getting sabotage'd!

 

[Malyssa moddol]

Malyssa attempted the assassination of the target she held a blaster with a sniper scope not her style but it was still effective for what she needed as she took the shot. Taking out her target as she whent to get up and leave she began dismantling the blaster with gloved hands. Dropping the parts into her expensive bag as she began walking down the stairs to the ground floor from the roof. She avoided drawing attention to herself as she walked out of the building into the crowds of people now screaming over the dead body.


Dice roll

 

[Amun]

The failed gambit by the Black Sun against the High Republic demoralized the men. From the lowly grunt to the trusted lieutenants within the ranks of all the syndicates, and like the rats they were they scurried to cover their own tails. The meaning of honor was nearly non-existent within these plagues of rats. However, individuals like Amun stood out like a sore thumb from the rest. His profession was tiring and dangerous, but lucrative and consistent because of his reputation.

From the rooftops he tracked down a Rodian slime by the name of Wotch, his red skin made him outstanding from the crowd and easy to follow. He thought he was safe by how he walked, but his confidence would betray him to his death. His bowcaster was in hand and carefully aimed at the Rodian, center mass.

He inhaled...

...and exhaled with a disciplined finger ready to pull.

A bolt was fired and its mark was true on the Rodian. The bolt exploded and sent the slime flying from his feet until he unceremoniously landed facedown into the pavement. Good ridance for the Vigos, and another job successfully accomplished by the Kyuzo.

+1 next post

 

[Tohu]

Clubs sure were loud on Nar Shaddaa. No regulations meant Tohu's ears throbbed even as he stood inside the bathroom stall. Being a native, he learned to endure the torture. Somewhat.

Polishing the blaster pistol in his hands, he eyed the holowatch on his wrist. Just a little past three AM. And just like clockwork, Ledo Vale barged into the stall with a plastic babe in hand. "Raz sends his regards." were the last words Ledo Vale heard and the terrible click of a trigger before a blaster bolt dug a scorching hole in his skull. His date for the night collapsed on her knees, lungs struggling for air to scream, but never finding it.

"Man, what a boring job." Tohu murmured as he left with a nonchalant step.

Target 1: 1- No frag
Target 2: 4 (5-1 due to nat 1 in round 1) - Frag

Diamond Dog Morrow Grunt Kyber Malyssa moddol Amun ​

 

[Grunt]

Being the underdog was something Grunt was used to, as he had come up in the Underworld as a Gamorrean, and they were never treated as though they were smart. That's something he let work in his favor, but actually being bad at his job was something new to him. He hadn't become a trusted Enforcer in the Syndicate by failing, and he only had a few more chances to prove his competency.

That's what brought him down a few levels, to a seedy hole-in-the-wall cantina. Inside was his second target. Another double crosser, another chance to succeed. There wasn't going to be time for him to plan an assault, considering there were about ten other criminals of varying size in the cantina. He would have to push the negative thoughts of himself to the side and just own the situation, he'd either kill this man or he'd die here, most likely.

The Gamorrean could feel the stares as he approached the bar, the Human who was his target sitting right next to him. The others here viewed him as lesser than, he'd show them. "Snrkfh! This is what happens to rats." His voice carried across the bar before he unloaded a slugthrower into the side of the target, his body splitting in half as half of him was deleted in real time. He may have not believed in himself, but he was able to see the job through. Covered in blood not his own, Grunt looked around. His plan had worked, and the other criminals were far too scared of the pig for them to try to stop him. Their message had been made, now he was onto the next target.

Spoiler: roll (With -1)

Spoiler: Results

Roll 1- Utter Failure. -1 on next roll.
Roll 2- Success. Target Eliminated.

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[Kyber]

This was bad how could he have let a bloody cat steal his saber. Professional assassin with centuries of training and he fails to kill a target because of a karking stray animal. How would he even explain this to the Vigos or would they even care. Considering the size of the hit list they must know a chunk of targets would survive and its not like they had provided a detail plan of action but still Kyber needed to think of a better story than a cat defeated me.

Finally Kyber cornered the cat and activated his two other lightsabers planning on slicing this animal into pieces before grabbing his saber from its corpse. The sabers went flying at the cat yet as if the cat itself was a jedi master was able to effortlessly dodge the saber attacks with a show of extreme feline agility. On the bright side it did drop his saber before running off clearly please with itself for embarrassing a dark side assassin.

Now it was time to go for target number two only for Kyber to get a notification that while chasing the cat he had wasted so much time the plan to ambush the second target while they were waiting for a ship to pick them up failed as there ride had appeared and now they were most likely now light years away unaware they were even hunted.

Spoiler

Target 1: Rolled 1 crit failed
Target 2: Rolled 3-1 Fail

 

[Malyssa moddol]

Malyssa stopped at a coffee shop as she was ordering coffee she noticed her next target walking by the window she wouldn't have time to get to them not without getting caught or start a fight she couldn't win. Not that she saw it as a bad thing she prefered a fight even a bad one but not one where she was going to die.

Die roll

 

[Morrow]

Impatiently, Morrow's boot tapped against the turbolift floor as it descended toward his next target. When the doors opened, the sound of distant blasterfire was immediately perceptible. A supernatural notion in the back of his mind told him his quarry was somehow involved. Drawing his blaster, Morrow darted forward out of the lift and deep into the underground.

Moments later, he found them locked in combat with an unseen enemy. Morrow wouldn't spot Diamond Dog behind cover, and even if he had it wouldn't have mattered. Instead of taking the side of their unseen opponent, Morrow used the opportunity to get the drop on the crew. From a flanking angle, he fired from around a corner, taking out one goon before surging across the impromptu battlefield for closer cover. One of his enemies popped up around the outer edge of where Morrow had sheltered, intent on taking him by surprise. Unfortunately for him, Morrow had seen it just before it happened.

After a moment of grappling, the goon ended up as Morrow's meat shield as he strafed out from behind a parked speeder and fired more shots in the group. He could feel the transfer of kinetic energy pounding the body of the man he'd seized as several bolts meant that had been meant for him hit the poor goon instead. Once in cover again, Morrow discarded the limp body onto the ground and pulled off the cloth that obscured the bottom half of the cadaver's face.

Tycho Nalle, the very man he'd come down here to eliminate. His crew had done the job themselves inadvertently. Satisfied, Morrow fled the scene; he wasn't being paid to eliminate the entire gang. It was on to the next name on the list.

Spoiler: Roll & Result

Morrow you're getting sabotage'd!

5 - 1 = 4 - Success

2 Eliminations R1, R2

 

[Diamond Dog]

Following his escape from the crew he'd upset and their blaster fire (thank you stranger who flanked them for a distraction), DD cut his losses to move on to the next target. Q-E5 would be scrapped another day. Next up was...a fellow Bounty Hunter--a Chadra Fan going by Aesh Konh'ar--who'd wormed his way up the Syndicate's ranks. For this one, he actually had a tracking FOB.

\> TARGET: AESH KONH'AR +++ BOUNTY HUNTER +++ Last Crash Dive Cantina
\> MISSION: Destroy with Prejudice
\> ▶ NOW PLAYING: "HEAT" — BROCKHAMPTON
\> TIME: 00:01 / 04:32 | VOL: 100% | LOOP: OFF

He found his way back to the turbolifts. He tapped the call button, inspecting the tracker. The signal showed that the distance between him and his target was rapidly shrinking.

DD looked around. The street was quiet, not a soul to be seen even crossing the streets, what with the shootout going on two blocks over. The velocity with which Aesh was approaching implied some kind of vehicle, but there were no speeders flying either. None towards him, anyways.

Where was he--

The turbolift dinged. The doors slid open and, inside, there stood a chadra fan wearing jury rigged Mandalorian armour. Even with the armour, he barely stood at half of DD's height. DD grinned a terrible and unsightly grimace that remained fortunately hidden beneath his helmet.

He stepped inside the lift. The Aesh the chadra fan stood closer to the controls.

"Floor?" Aesh asked, distinctly bored.

"Fourty-eight," DD's voice rasped through his vocoder.

The turbolift began to descend again. Vacuous music played to fill the silence. Slowly, carefully, DD moved behind the chadra fan. Aesh coughed once. He seemed entirely unaware of DD's intentions. He stood, blissfully ignorant, until the moment DD pulled a knife from his belt. That noise got his attention, and the chadra fan spun around.

But it was too late. The last sight Aesh got was of DD's boot crashing into his face with enough force to split the glasteel and dent the metal.

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Tohu Morrow Grunt Kyber Amun Malyssa moddol
Target 1: (3) Fail
Target 2: (4) Eliminated

 

[Amun]

His employers were pleased with Amun’s handiwork, and so more work was available. Just how many holes did this boat have that needed to be sealed? One ambitious Bounty Hunter could only hope for plenty.

The next target was a large Besalisk, their name Slynt and noticeable with a bionic arm replacing one of the four beefy arms the fellow had. The rat was supposed to be making a run in a warehouse with some thugs in his crew. Collateral damage was of no concern, so long as the warehouse didn’t suffer critical damage.

The lookouts were killed in silence, thus the perimeter compromised of any security. Entering the warehouse was no concern with the Slynt and his crew focused on their tasks. From the chattering they were supposed to deliver some crates of goods to distributors. Too bad they’d be waiting indefinitely when a thermal detonator exploded right by Blynt’s feet, effectively killing him and others near him.

The crates were only a joke. A bunch of fish within its contents to deliver a final message to besalisk snitch.

Round 1: Nat 6
Round 2: 4+1=5

TOTAL TALLY: 11

 

[Malyssa moddol]

Malyssa followed her target as she attempted to catch up unknowingly following the wrong person. As she caught up to them she saw their face and realized her mistake "sorry you reminded me of someone else" she said. As she sipped her coffee and walked away in defeat as she walked the streets looking for her original target.



Dice roll

 

[Tohu]

Mylla Sande knew she had to leave now. Before the seeds of regret sprout into vines of fear and panic, ensnaring her mind and body. Crossing Black Sun needed balls or extreme stupidity, and she never saw herself as a stupid one. But things weren't going her way last few years. The revenue she kicked up the hierarchy was steadily declining, and Mylla knew it would be sooner rather than later when the Syndicate swapped her for someone fresh.

So she took matters into her own hands, snitching everything she knew to the Republic and hoping their witness protection program would make her disappear from the face of the galaxy. Two undercover agents were escorting her through the spaceport now, hurrying past throngs of sentient, looking around every corner, every nook and cranny for any threat that might come their way, but there was nothing.

They stepped into the dock, and the ramp of the shuttle stood wide open to greet them. She was going to make it--

--a flash of red whizzing past her froze her in place. It took her a few moments that felt like a lifetime before she realized what was going on, feeling like her right ear had been poked with a branding iron. The two agents yanked her down and then dragged her fast into the shuttle.

The vessel's engines lit up and it took off.

Far away, behind the scope of a blaster sniper, smoke wafting from its barrel, perched on a rooftop, Tohu cursed his mediocre marksman skills, "Need some more fethin' practice... what a stupid idea, Tohu."

Diamond Dog Morrow Grunt Kyber Malyssa moddol Amun

R1 - No frag
R2 - Frag
R3 - No frag​

 

[Amun]

Word was getting around of lieutenants dropping left and right like it was a common trend. It was worrisome for Stethlr Trok, a fierce Firrerreo whose ferocity was stained after his dealings with the Jedi and their Republic. He had hoped to be ready to ditch Hutt Space by the end of this week, but now he had to expedite that to today. Several of the lieutenants he knew of, one or two of them could be considered a close friend.

There was one last thing he had to grab from his apartment, before rushing to the spaceport where his shuttle awaited. Something of sentimental value. Despite his scummy ways he still held true to the values of his heritage. A traditional knife gifted to him by his clan when he set out into the larger Galaxy.

Upon getting his knife, a window shattered and there entered Amun. Both hailed from warrior cultures, and the Kyuzo figured it would be more poetic to kill him with his bare hands than afar. That was reserved for actual slime like Rodians, Weequay, and the likes.

Trok did manage to land a nasty uppercut to the Kyuzo, effectively stunning him. He took this opportunity to scram and run as fast as he could. Now on the run, Amun followed pursuit.

R1: Frag
R2: Frag
R3: Failed

 

[Grunt]

Riding the high of his kill, Grunt decided to celebrate by visiting some easy marks. He greeted them with a squeal and his axe in the air. They instinctively tossed all their goods on the ground and scattered, fearing their life. Easy creds for Grunt while he waited for his next assignment.

After eating a nice lunch thanks to the losers earlier, he got word of his next target. She was a Rodian who also couldn't keep her mouth shut. That was a problem, and Grunt was going to fix it. Or so he thought. The Gamorrean went strolling into the cantina she was rumored to be in, and when he arrived he noticed that everyone was starting him down. It gave him cause for concern, as he knew what that usually meant. He still continued forward without paying them any mind.

When he got to the booth that was supposed to be the rendevous spot, Grunt felt a sharp crack against his head. They got the jump on him. He turned around and made light work of the goons trying to get him pinned, but the Rodian woman made her escape. Grunt yelled, "GRHHHHNK! Come here!" He then charged into the group of mercenaries blocking the exit.

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Spoiler: Roll

Spoiler: Results

Roll 1- Utter Failure. -1 on next roll.
Roll 2- Success. Target Eliminated.
Roll 3- Failure, but give -1 to target. Amun

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[Malyssa moddol]

Malyssa walked the streets unsuccessfully as she looked for her target unaware that the same target was halfway across the planet by now. Sitting down on a park bench she wondered where her luck whent wrong.

Die roll: this

 

[Kyber]

Well the last two hits were failures but it was now time for Kyber to redeem himself. Target number three was an exotic beast smuggler who had taken residence in an abandoned factory and unlucky for him, Kyber had gotten schematics of a underground tunnel system that lead into said factory. It was now time to show why Kyber was a feared assassin.

Going through the tunnel system was easy with only a few rats scuttling around to annoy Kyber. Once Kyber got to the hidden entrance of the factory he used his sabers to cut the door open and leaped out only to be confused. The schematics had shown that the room he had entered was meant to be small but instead he had entered a massive room.

The force screamed at Kyber to run but before he could even react the roar of a rancor was heard. To Kybers horror the room had been heavily renovated into a rancor pen. The horrifying beast slammed its clawed fist into Kyber's back causing him to go flying into the wall.

Well it seemed the target was living today and Kyber had turned from the hunter to the hunted

R1: 1
R2: 3-1
R3: 1