Iona Tendrarin
Character
Nar Shaddaa, a seedy place in the ass end of the galaxy. A planet of gangs, Bounty Hunters and mercenaries. People went there to hide and others went there to find work. To one merc though it was the hell hole that she grew up.
Iona stood in a doorway of a nearby building, pulling out her wrist mounted data-pad to view over her latest mark. Some human crime lord going by the name Tavilan Holsedg. To her he was just another deadman who didn't know it yet. He had probably not paid his taxes to the hutts or something, it mattered little to her. She still got paid one way or another.
Pulling up her hood she made her way to where her contact could be found, his club, The Hysterical Trandosian. Upon approach she paid her entrance into the club like any other patron and effortlessly blended into the crowd. She had been able to sneak in her daggers and her stealth kit and that was it. She would have to get close to her target or sneak off and reclaim her hidden weapon stash that she had previously left her on a prior visit.
She lowered her hood once she was inside and walked up to the bar to order a drink, nothing fancy, she didn't wish to draw any attention to herself. she scoped the place out, checking the locations of the cameras and marking them subtly on her wrist-pad. She started the program on it to hack into the security feed. She just hoped the program her contacts provided her would work.
It was then that she saw her target. Tavilan was a chubby fella, rings on his fingers and acting like he owned the whole planet, chuckling to herself she kept watching, it was then she noticed his bodyguard Smart move, but it won't save you. she thought. She could feel something about him but she wasn't sure yet, it left her feeling a little uneasy.
[member="Domeric Perisa"]
Iona stood in a doorway of a nearby building, pulling out her wrist mounted data-pad to view over her latest mark. Some human crime lord going by the name Tavilan Holsedg. To her he was just another deadman who didn't know it yet. He had probably not paid his taxes to the hutts or something, it mattered little to her. She still got paid one way or another.
Pulling up her hood she made her way to where her contact could be found, his club, The Hysterical Trandosian. Upon approach she paid her entrance into the club like any other patron and effortlessly blended into the crowd. She had been able to sneak in her daggers and her stealth kit and that was it. She would have to get close to her target or sneak off and reclaim her hidden weapon stash that she had previously left her on a prior visit.
She lowered her hood once she was inside and walked up to the bar to order a drink, nothing fancy, she didn't wish to draw any attention to herself. she scoped the place out, checking the locations of the cameras and marking them subtly on her wrist-pad. She started the program on it to hack into the security feed. She just hoped the program her contacts provided her would work.
It was then that she saw her target. Tavilan was a chubby fella, rings on his fingers and acting like he owned the whole planet, chuckling to herself she kept watching, it was then she noticed his bodyguard Smart move, but it won't save you. she thought. She could feel something about him but she wasn't sure yet, it left her feeling a little uneasy.
[member="Domeric Perisa"]