Seris Vant
The Unsung Hero
The Wheel - Mandalorian Space
The House of Sin. Land of Greed, and otherwise one of the finest places to have fun in the galaxy. Casinos and bars. The Gladiator arena and all the pretty girls aboard. The Wheel was a truly great place. If only pleasure was his reason for being here and not business. Bluntly, he was hunting a terrorist. Now that would usually be left to whatever local jurisdiction and special task forces the Mandalorian's had. But this was an exception. A Black Sun agent went rogue. More crazy it seemed. Rayl had no details as to why this guy was blowing up building and such. He was just here to bring this to an end. Burn away any incriminating details and be on his way.
Rayl lounged back in a booth. This restaurant was kind of an open air deal. Ideal he wasn't stuffed away in the back of some place if he needed to move quickly. He'd set up a few surveillance devices to find the target. In crowds this big walking around looking would only tire him out and leave him frustrated. The devices would catch him eventually. He only needed to wait and hope half the station didn't explode in the mean time. Rayl's waitress came by with another drink for him, a simple rum and coke on the rocks. "Thanks cutie". Rayl smiled at her. He almost rolled his eyes he'd say something she heard ten thousand times a day already, but he can't take it back. She flashed a smile back and took off to another table, tray of drinks in hand. Rayl took a sip of his own. Was gona be a long day.
The House of Sin. Land of Greed, and otherwise one of the finest places to have fun in the galaxy. Casinos and bars. The Gladiator arena and all the pretty girls aboard. The Wheel was a truly great place. If only pleasure was his reason for being here and not business. Bluntly, he was hunting a terrorist. Now that would usually be left to whatever local jurisdiction and special task forces the Mandalorian's had. But this was an exception. A Black Sun agent went rogue. More crazy it seemed. Rayl had no details as to why this guy was blowing up building and such. He was just here to bring this to an end. Burn away any incriminating details and be on his way.
Rayl lounged back in a booth. This restaurant was kind of an open air deal. Ideal he wasn't stuffed away in the back of some place if he needed to move quickly. He'd set up a few surveillance devices to find the target. In crowds this big walking around looking would only tire him out and leave him frustrated. The devices would catch him eventually. He only needed to wait and hope half the station didn't explode in the mean time. Rayl's waitress came by with another drink for him, a simple rum and coke on the rocks. "Thanks cutie". Rayl smiled at her. He almost rolled his eyes he'd say something she heard ten thousand times a day already, but he can't take it back. She flashed a smile back and took off to another table, tray of drinks in hand. Rayl took a sip of his own. Was gona be a long day.