Thrill of The Hunt...

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang sighed as he finished off a frilly girl drink at some ratty bar in the lower depths of Coruscant. He wasn't one for the strongest drink in the swill. The teen wore mostly leather with the acception of his undershirt and jeans. His bow along with its quiver were harnessed to his back. Wolfgang heard about a force user in the area who was sort of a local.

The bartender eyed the tattooed teen as he sipped at the drink. Wolfgang ignored him. Outside, the usual smell of Coruscant lingered. Oh how the Guardian Wolf longer for the fresh air of Alderaan. To be home or even at one of Coruscant's many nightclubs. But he was serving the order. The teen was not about to let some force user terrorise anyone even if it were the scum and villainy of lower Coruscant.

He usually went on these seeking missions alone. Wolfgang hated the idea of putting other people at risk even if they were well trained by the Knight-Commander. It was funny how he hated working in teams when he worked the best in teams.

There was a certain look every force user had about them. The strut in their walk, the way they speak to people they outwardly proclaim that they have the demonic powers. Wolfgang sighed as he continued to sip his drink, at the moment he was taking a small break...No he'd admit it, he was lost.

[member="Drogh"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh was keeping to him self in the darkness. Creeping and crawling about the shadows, his eyes like pray and predator, scouting out for all those who might do him harm. Coruscant was a dangerous place to be, the underground more so. It had degraded as the years gone by, Coruscant as a whole as degraded. Some streets crumble and crack, on the verge of falling down, poverty and crime spread out like a disease infecting all that come to close. So many used to live here, in this was golden and grand city, how it was center of politics in it's day, now it's just a reminder of how the galaxy used to be, united. It's a shame really, Drogh thought. When he was young Coruscant seemed more a lively place, a place with at least more people, but the population although large is small for a planet like this, a hollow husk of it's former self. But that is just how things are, the galaxy is changing and with it this planet, so it will nothing more then eroded dust in a few hundred years, maybe shorter.

So why was Drogh here? Drogh hated this place but it was his only home, born here like so many else, nothing special about that. But Drogh is here for one simple reason, cheap supplies, he was gifted a nice ship by a friend of his, in exchange for doing a mission of sorts, in order for him to do that, he would need to get a few extra things that his friend failed to provide. Drogh wasn't wealthy but he had enough to get by and get what he wanted.

@Wolfgang

 

[Wolfgang]

Many people sulked around in bars... Especially the bars of the underworld. They weren't your normal run of the mill patrons, they were dirty and all of them wanted to kill. The seeker's eyes scanned the bar. Most of it's customers kept to themselves yet there were a few dirty glares that caught Wolfgang's eye.

From what the tattooed teen could tell, none of the patrons he saw had the appearance of a force user, they just seemed like mercs and hunters. Wolfgang sighed as he finished off his drink, he gently put the glass on the bar and looked to the bartender. The bartender frowned and looked at the glass.

"Another round?" The man would ask. Wolfgang put his hand up and waved him off of course he wasn't going to find any force users in a random bar. Wolfgang reached into his pocket and pulled out enough credits for his drink then stood up. He would reach for his bow and sling it over his shoulder. The guardian wolf would make his way to the door.

In the corner of his eye, the teen spotted someone he hadn't noticed before and instantly stopped. The man was hidden by the shadows something Wolfgang often did, he knew it all too well.

Wolfgang made his way to the man with each step it would seem as if the ominous feeling coming off the man grew. He finally reached the man.

Wolfgang would stand quietly but only for a moment. "People who hide in the shadows are often doing it to keep something secret..."




[member="Drogh"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh was caught of guard, which was rare and terrifying, a sudden shock of fear went down Drogh in split second as soon as he heard footsteps and later a voice. He was just making his way out of the alleyway, behind him was a blind abyss, how Drogh managed to find his way in pure darkness was a mystery to most but to Drogh it just felt natural. He quickly turned his head towards the boy, Drogh hated people mostly and he especially hated people walking on him for no good reason, least they wanted him something or preach some idiotic belief of theirs, but this kid just walked up on him and said "People who hide on the shadows are often doing something secret." The painful simple statement hurt Drogh's ears, as he crept his way forward, synthetic street lights gazing on him with a yellowish glow, he said with a dismissive tone "Kark off.". Drogh wasn't going to explain him self to anyone especially not an idiot and stranger. His fist tighten, his eyes glared, his blood boiling, he felt a rage roar though his bloodstream as he waited quietly for him to go away, if he didn't well either he'd back off into the darkness and loose him or strike out against him, forcing him to leave Drogh alone.

As Drogh stared, he felt something, odd. Hate, it was so pure and concentrated. Drogh wasn't one for reading emotions, even with the aid of the force, but it was some what clear with this child. Fear surged though his body again, reading his emotions like a code, or at least trying too, he feared that this might not be some random encounter but rather something more dangerous. Drogh didn't let a hint of fear show, a metal mask covering his face a dark cloak covering most of his body. So Drogh stood firmly, waiting for the actions of this stranger, a idiot to be sure but idiots are dangerous no doubt.

[member="Wolfgang"]

 

[Wolfgang]

The tension in the air could easily be cut that's what annoyed Wolfgang. Why was this man in the alleyway? The teen's eyes peered behind Drough. It was an abyss the thing about Coruscant's alleyways was they went on for miles and miles. It was like a labyrinth or so the Guardian Wolf had heard. This was his first time on Coruscant the only info he had on it was from that of other Seekers. Wolfgang was brought back into reality by @Drogh​'s dismissive tone.

The way the streetlight's glow reflected off the man's helmet made Wolfgang a bit antsy. The only proof he had at the moment was the man's cloak. For some reason force users liked to hide, even a Mandolorian would take off his mask. Wolfgang stepped closer to the tall man. The teen's gaze falling upon the metal helmet. The man didn't seem to be a Sith, he heard stories of how the Sith's eyes were influenced by the darkside causing them to flare in abnormal colours.

​"Hiding something?..." ​Wolfgang would simply ask as he continued to glare at the man, he had to somehow get more info on the man in front of him.

If he was a Force User, he would have to surrender or die...

Wolfgang smiled, but it was more of a mock smile. ​"Perhaps under that cloak of yours." He tilted his head to the cloak before looking back up to the man.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh saw the man approaching and decided it was far safer and quicker to run then fight, a mad dash into the darkness sheltered him from the hands of the child. Quiet footsteps echoed in the darkness, getting softer and softer as Drogh ran away from the child at a some what alarming speed, he was in full motion. Drogh hit against a wall, slowing down just in time for it to be a small thud, a ache to the shoulder as he hit the metal wall but nothing more. He got his footing back and kept on running though the darkness, Drogh didn't know who he was or what he wanted but Drogh knew this planet was home to many that were mad and the strange, and Drogh wasn't having any of it. The alleyways were a fast maze, few have truly mastered the metal maze of the underworld, especially to the extent of Drogh, he could smell a newcomer, it didn't reak of chemicals and dust. The fresh smell still, although barely lingered on in the kid, it was a pleasant smell compared to the smells that could melt lungs. Drogh saw a glare of synthetic lights flare outside of the tight alleyway, a light at the end of the tunnel, Drogh was racing towards it, looking back briefly.

[member="Wolfgang"]

 

[Wolfgang]

'Gotchya' Wofgang would think as the man bolted into the darkness. The Guardian Wolf wasn't expecting for the taller man to bolt so easily, the man was much taller than the hunter. Of course to Fang it didn't matter. The tattooed boy watched as [member="Drogh"] disappeared into the abyss that was the alleyways of Coruscant.

Wolfgang started to follow but quickly got lost, it was dark, he woldered how the cloaked man was even able to see. He became frustrated. Then the chant came to mind.

"Shadows fall
And hope has fled
Steel your heart
The dawn will come..."

Wolfgang repeated it a couple times. Soon a light would show itself, it was very dim, but still shown.

Wolfgang began to head towards it, he was cautious making sure not to run into any walls. Soon Drogh's figure was in view...Just barely.

As they advanced further the light grew stronger. Where the hell were they going, he hadn't received any reports of where they were running to.

"You can't run forever." The teen would pant, he wasn't close enough to the man but it was enough to see him.

He grasped his bow tightly in his hand as he continued on.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh ran out, like a leaping ghost form the shadows into the light. Turning around he saw the child follow him, Drogh knew he was in danger, this wasn't some fool looking annoy strange men in cloaks, but rather he wanted something from Drogh and as he drew his 'weapon', a bow and arrow? Drogh smirked under his breath, even the Wookies were smart enough to use bowcasters then outright bows, but Drogh wasn't really wearing much of the likes of armor so it was indeed a threat. Drogh did however seriously doubt the intelligence of the child, if he wanted him dead or captured he should have not said a word and simply attacked and if he wanted to attack Drogh, he should of done what most do; use a blaster. Drogh however turned away from the alleyway, he was lucky enough to be in the more densely populated areas of the Coruscant underworld, all sorts of races lumber about in clumsy swarms, easy for some one like Drogh to disappear in the wave of different shapes and sizes.

Drogh rushed forward, getting lost in the crowd, pushing away the weak and darting around those who might have pushed back, insults in basic and other langues followed him but they meant very little to Drogh who was solely focused don loosing the child, which had proven to be more difficult then expect, if it came to it if Drogh was cornered he would lash out in a storm of anger fear. Even still, a small voice whispering into his ear said "turn back" "Kill him". Those weren't his thoughts and yet a urged to stop in his tracks and start running the other way were strong but not overwhelming. His fear was slowly turning into shame and that deforming into anger and hate, but Drogh was smarter then that, it simply wasn't worth it.

[member="Wolfgang"]

 

[Wolfgang]

The Ththing about bows that Fang liked was the feeling of control you get compared to a blaster. The teen felt a rush of light fall upon him as soon as he exited the alleyway. A crowd engulfed him and Wolfgang furiously looked around. He drew an arrow and ran a finger over the razor sharp barbed tips. it cut his finger, that was another reason he appreciated the bow and arrow. Blasters cauterized wounds making the shot not as lethal. With arrows each hit lets the target bleed.

The Guardian Wolf hooked the back end of the arrow onto the bowstring as he looked around the crowd. off in the distance he noticed a man running and darting in between people. ​'The order should've mentioned that the Underworld would be crowded...Note to self, perfect place for people to hide.' ​Wolfgang bolted towards the figure. There were a lot of people in his way.

There was no way they'd clear a path so he began to weave in between people around him.

He felt as if he was getting nowhere

​"Only cowards run...definitely a force user....has something to hide." ​He said wishing he had restraints on him, or a different set of arrows.

[member="Drogh"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh finally ran out of the crowd, he was in a far tighter street, it looked more run down then the rest, people hunched over, high on what ever spice or death sticks could provide.
Shops all but shut down, poverty more clear here and less well hidden behind the consumerism that blankets the underworld so well. Drogh had it with running, he took out his DL-18, having it ready in his hand, if the boy was going to follow he would shoot. Drogh didn't want to fight but the boy was consistent, a bounty hunter most likely, all bit it not a very good one. Drogh narrowed his eyes at the way he had come, his blaster in a tight grasp.

[member="Wolfgang"]