Private Uncooperative Wetwork

[Kal]

Harrow was having an excellent day as her most recent project moved towards its active phase. Against the objections of some of her more conscientious counterparts, two assassins indebted to Greystone would be pitted against a single target - and just as importantly each other.

Omen was a target of convenience more than anything; neither of the assassins had enough of a local network on Kesti to uncover the plot, for one. It would not do for them to reach a peaceful resolution.

Such a conclusion would leave her devoid of two outstanding jobs and the data she craved.

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Hex had been scheduled for entertainment and knew when Omen was wont to appear - Thayne had been given the same information, except he was unaware of his fellow assassin. Neither knew about the surveillance equipment Harrow's people had installed nor the fact that the Shadow herself was eagerly watching the nascent confrontation.

If any one party performed exceptionally well, she would have to see about collecting samples.

Hex | Thayne Tameron | Sergeant Omen​

 

[Hex]

Location: The Target Bar
Objective: Kill Sergeant Omen
Tag: Kal Thayne Tameron

Spoiler: Equipment

• Powderpunk armor on loan from Daiya
• ap-25i SIMP pistol
• 'Candles' Heavy particle blaster
• Big Bigby
• 'confetti' Rocket launcher
• Party Poppers (3 explosive, 3 gas)
• Dancer repulsor board
• Dervish Knife
• Cheap data pad and communicator

Gear in a bag behind the stage except a few Poppers dotted around her person and her pistol down her waist band

Spoiler: Hex dialogue colors

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself

Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'
Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

Tonight was the night she paid for her newest toy, she would have liked to be wearing her armour from Daiya , but the terms of the gig meant she had to show some skin, so she had borrowed an outfit from her friend Hilal Vizsla who still lay in a hospital bed not more than a dozen miles away. It was a little white tank top and some black sequined shorts. She was going to sing.

'...you cant even...'
"shut up yeah, i can sing well enough. For this gig"
'...unless they shoot you before he arrives?...'
"i said shut up, theres a plan!"

The othee staff looked at her with some trepidation, but the stage manager ushered her into the stage. There was a lot of people here, a lot of bystanders if things went wrong. But she guessed it just sucked to be them tonight. She picked up the microphone and introduced herself, using a made up name, but it didnt matter. She was looking for Omen, where was he? He was due about now, she wanted to make sure he was here before she kicked off. She better get started then.


She sang hard, she wasnt a great singer but what she lacked up in skill, she made up for in exuberance. She would continue this, and she had a couple of other songs lined up, but hopefully Omen would arrive soon and she could begin the real performance.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen hummed as he got ready for the day. Hopefully, it would just be another average day, or at least, that's what he hoped as he brushed his teeth and shaved. He donned his armor and went up the elevator to his pub just like it was any other boring old day. Who was he to know that two assassins were out to get him?

Coming out of the kitchen's double doors, he waved hello to his waitresses as they got ready for opening. These were some of the most badass people around. Hell, he had seen one of them flip a patron over her shoulder when he didn't take a hint. They helped him keep this lawless place under control or at least prevented the madness from spreading out the front door and getting the cops involved. In exchange, he gave them above-average salaries for their position and a lot of benefits they wouldn't get elsewhere. It was a win-win for both parties. As the Clone became visible to the outside world through the front window, he turned the neon open sign of a skeletal Mythosaur opening and closing his jaw on a person carrying a red lightsaber. Wonder who that could be?

As the bar owner's eyes admired the morning mist outside his window, other eyes were watching him. It was just a matter before their owners decided it was time to strike. The only question was when. It wouldn't be till late that night he got his answer.

Hex Thayne Tameron

 

[Thayne Tameron]

Tags: Sergeant Omen ; Hex
Location: Omen's Bar, Kestri
Soundtrack: Deus Ex

Thayne scanned the windows of Omen's bar for any signs of the Clone, but between the tinted glassteel panes and the excitement of the patrons inside, it was impossible to find his mark. Just as expected. It wouldn't be any fun if he didn't have to work to cross off his mark.

The hunter sighed as he walked up the landing ramp of the Nomad. He punched the nine-digit passcode into the gunlocker's number pad and gently placed his NT-242 into its rack.

"Sorry, Bianca," he said as he secured the sniper rifle and reached for a blaster pistol.

"Change of plans. Looks like I'm taking Rosie out for a night on the town."

Thayne looked down the barrel of the blaster, wiping at a smudge on the compensator before sliding it into a discrete holster beneath his cloak. He certainly preferred to take out his targets from a distance, but the hunter had no real quarrel with getting close and personal either. He grabbed a thermal detonator, smirking as he looked over it in his palm.

"Can never be too prepared," he thought to himself as he clipped it to his belt.

He fastened a small knife sheath to his left boot and slipped his trusty vibroblade inside.

"Never too prepared."

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The mood was quiet as Omen cleaned one of the bar's tables. It was just the usual drunkards ending their night in a haze and himself trying to get some maintenance in while orders weren't coming at him like a rock slide. Alright, next is cleaning out the fryers. Ah, he had left his favorite task for last... Well he couldn't put it off unless he wanted the whole kitchen to poof into flames. Ah, it was a restaurant owner's life for him.

(Sorry, its short. All I could think of at the moment.)

 

[Thayne Tameron]

Tags: Sergeant Omen ; Hex
Location: Omen's Bar, Kestri
Soundtrack: Saw It Coming

Thayne found an empty stool at the bar and made himself comfortable. The music was... interesting, but certainly not as bad as the shit he'd heard on Mek-Sha a few weeks back. He watched the band play while he waited for a drink, scanning the patrons as he listened to the music. Typical barhopping scum.

"Clone's gotta be here somewhere," he thought to himself as the bartender placed a glass beside him.

Thayne took a heavy sip of the bright-green liquid and choked it down. He flashed the bartender a look of confusion and disgust, only to be given a complacent shrug in return. The assassin shook his head, focusing on the crowd again. Several tables away, he saw a man who matched the dossier.

"Ah, there you are..." he muttered under his breath.

"Now, how can I kill you without ruining the show?"

 

[Hex]

Location: The Target Bar
Objective: Kill
Tags: Sergeant Omen Thayne Tameron Kal

Spoiler: Equipment

• Powderpunk armor on loan from Daiya
• ap-25i SIMP pistol
• 'Candles' Heavy particle blaster
• Big Bigby
• 'confetti' Rocket launcher
• Party Poppers (3 explosive, 3 gas)
• Dancer repulsor board
• Dervish Knife
• Cheap data pad and communicator

Gear in a bag behind the stage except a few Poppers dotted around her person and her pistol down her waist band

Spoiler: Hex dialogue colors

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself

Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'
Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

There he is! She thought to herself as she spotted man cleaning glasses and she began to finish her set, people seemed to like her, this was actually pretty fun. She watched the man for a few more moments.

'...I wonder what he's done?...'
Hex shrugged to the voices, it wasn't her business.

She tool one last box, flicking a wild look to her audience and then strode off the stage. No sooner had she left, there was a shriek from behind the stage and a partially dressed dancing girl ran out and off the stage, clutching her modesty as she went. Right behind her, a blue haired girl clutching her large over-charged blaster, "candles" she held it up, clearly ready to shoot. Slung over her back was her newly acquired gatling gun, she was no dancer! Panic was starting to break out amongst the less hardened patrons and someone brushed past Hex, almost making her lose her target.

'...its now or never...'

She grinned and called over to Sergeant Omen "Hey sweetie!"

Then she pulled the trigger, sending the large pink overcharged projectile at her mark.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen felt the entire room's jolliness turn to terror in a few moments. That scream that he had heard was definitely one of the new performers that he had brought in from off-world. Flair was her name he thought. Maybe one of his Mando patrons decided to go backstage and cause... unpleasantness. Out of the corner, he glanced up to see what was the matter when he saw Flair hop off the stage with only a towel around her followed by a shitgrinning crazy blue-haired girl with an oversided plasma pistol in her hands, now aiming at him and shooting at him.

He didn't hear what the girl said, only the single shot that was coming toward him with incredible speed. Quickly, he tossed the table up and dived behind it, hoping the heavy metal table would be enough to stop the shot that was hurtling at him. Other things were in motion as the more battle-scarred patrons drew hidden pistols as they cursed up a storm and started firing at the threat that had untimely stopped their leisure time. Two auto-turrets popped out above the bar and turned towards the wild assailant, spitting out blaster bolts like hellfire. Hopefully, it would be enough to kill or at least disrupt the mercenary. If he had to bolt towards his ship outside, he would but it was only one person. How much harm could she do?

Hex , Thayne Tameron , Kal

 

[Thayne Tameron]

Tags: Sergeant Omen ; Hex
Location: Omen's Bar, Kestri
Soundtrack: The Encounter
Equipment: Rosie

The woman's scream caught Thayne's attention immediately, and the assassin snapped his gaze to the blue-haired performer on stage. She had a pistol drawn, trained on someone in the crowd.

"No..." Thayne thought to himself as he tried to trace her line of sight.

"Hey sweetie!"

A blaster bolt fired off, heading straight for...

"No fucking way!"

Omen flipped the table he was wiping just in time for the "performer's" shot to slam into its metal surface. Then, all hell broke loose. Absolute chaos reigned as the bar's casual drinkers fled the building and the shadier patrons drew blasters of their own, trading shots with anyone who looked like an easy target. Thayne snatched Rosie off his belt clip and dropped his cloak to the floor. He hoisted himself over the bar and took cover as blaster bolts were exchanged. When the moment presented itself, Thayne peered over the bar and shouted to the girl onstage.

"That was a great set, sweetheart, but you should stick to singing! You're shooting at MY target!"

Thayne angled his arm over the table and blind-fired several shots towards Omen's table. He knew they weren't likely to hit their mark, but he wouldn't get paid if some blue-haired kid killed the Clone before he did.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

As shots pinged off the table, Omen swore never to jinx himself again by thinking that restaurant work was boring. Well, nothing I can do now but run. The Clone disliked going one on one with an opponent in the best of circumstances but one on two? All that would lead to is a disaster.

Closing his eyes and diving into the River of the Force like he always did, the Clone tried the push out all of the shooting around him and launched the metal table towards the male assailant before getting up from his crouch and running towards the double doors to the kitchen, sprinting in the direction the ship on its pad outside. He couldn't hide in the basement, they would only smoke him out like a Coruscant ratcatcher catches and kills stratts. Only his ship could give him an infinite list of bolt holes to hide in and he had one in mind. All he could hope for is that his fellow mando's gunfire and the turrets above the bar that would be swiveling to address both threats in front of them would be enough to stop the two assassins in their tracks. If not, Omen had a few other distractions that he could put in the attacker's way though none were as deadly as what they faced now. All he could hope for is that his vod's arms would be enough to stop the aruetii in their tracks.

Hex Thayne Tameron Kal

 

[Hex]

Location: The Target Bar
Objective: Kill
Tags: Sergeant Omen Thayne Tameron Kal

Spoiler: Equipment

• Powderpunk armor on loan from Daiya
• ap-25i SIMP pistol
• 'Candles' Heavy particle blaster
• Big Bigby
• 'confetti' Rocket launcher
• Party Poppers (3 explosive, 3 gas)
• Dancer repulsor board
• Dervish Knife
• Cheap data pad and communicator

Gear in a bag behind the stage except a few Poppers dotted around her person and her pistol down her waist band

Spoiler: Hex dialogue colors

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself

Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'
Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

'....Duck!!...'

Hex flinched her head downward, responding to the voice in her head, just in time for a large projectile to pass over her. She then rolled away and into the relative cover of the wings of the stage.

"That was a great set, sweetheart, but you should stick to singing! You're shooting at MY target!"

"Kark off, your target!" came a shout from the hidden girl. "Gotta pay for this baby some how!" there was a whirring sound as Big Bigby spun up, followed by a stream of highly charged particle bolts as the woman strode back out. Taking aim at the auto turret before spraying a massive volley of shots not far above the heads of the patrons, she was aiming to get people down and out the way.

The more observant would notice that the girl was now wearing a gas mask and three spherical devices enclosing what looked like a green gas dangled from her waist band. How far was she willing to go? Even she hadn't decided.

'...he's going for the kitchen!...'
"Gotcha!"

She took the hand from the stock of the heavy weapon, just barely noticing the reddening of her skin and mild blister from holding the dangerous gatling blaster. She clipped a Dioxis Party Popper off her waist and tossed it to the kitchen door trying to time it with other people going in. It was a tough throw but if she could get a gas grenade through the door before Sergeant Omen passed through, it might make him reluctant to use that as an escape.

One question she didnt have time to think about was who the hell was this other shooter? And what was Thayne Tameron trying to do interferring with her job for Kal ?.

 

[Thayne Tameron]

Tags: Sergeant Omen ; Hex
Location: Omen's Bar, Kestri
Soundtrack: The Encounter
Equipment: Rosie

"Gotta pay for this baby some how!"

Thayne made to steal a look at whatever the hell this girl thought was worth crossing him for, but he flinched back behind the bar as the metal table slammed into the counter. The shock of the impact unbalanced Thayne, but he recovered his crouching stance quickly. Several multicolored bottles of alcohol were less agile, though, shattering around the assassin as they smashed onto the floor.

“Awe, that’s a waste of good brandy!” he cried out.

He kept low, waiting patiently for a break in the ceiling-mounted autoturrets, but his blue-haired competition took a more proactive approach. He heard Big Bigby well before he saw it; Volleys of blaster bolts singed the air, rending the turret from the ceiling. Thayne stole a peek over the busted countertop. He’d seen that gun before…

… at the Bazaar?

“Son of a schutta!”

Thayne reached for the thermal detonator on his waist, but noticing the puffs of Dioxis that began to stream from the kitchen, he paused to formulate a different approach.

“I need to get in there,” he thought.

The assassin held Rosie over the bar, blind-firing shots into the crowd of patrons.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen squeezed through the double doors into the kitchen just as the rumbling of the Gatling blaster spun up. Seeing the firepower before them, most of the crowd decided that going out of the front door or the glass display window was better than staying put. Those five to ten fools who didn't were either cut down where they stood or took cover behind tables or chairs, taking potshots at their attackers. The auto-turrets of course stopped functioning as blaster bolts burned into their skin.

As the girl readied her gas grenades, Omen took one look around the kitchen before going for a pipe labeled Natural Gas. It only took a second for a plan to form in the clone's head. it would destroy the whole bar but at this point, it might be unsavable anyway. As the gas grenades plinked inside through the door, the beskar-covered bartender was already ripping the pipe in half with his metal cybernetics. His helmet did function as a sort of mask but his suit wasn't airtight. Soon enough, he was choking as he picked up one of his chef's lighters, lit it up, and threw it into the gap his metal hands had created before diving out the back door. The explosion that resulted shook the building's foundation, covering up the approaching sirens of the local Karir airspeeders as they made their way onto the scene. Soon, the scene would be swarming with officers and the hunters would become the hunted.

Kal Thayne Tameron Hex

 

[Thayne Tameron]

Tags: Sergeant Omen ; Hex
Location: Omen's Bar, Kestri
Soundtrack: The Encounter
Equipment: Rosie

Thayne managed a few more potshots over the counter before a massive explosion shook the entire bar. The last thing the assassin saw before hitting the floor belly-first was a plume of Dioxis, black smoke, and flames bursting through the kitchen doors and into the establishment. The screams indicated that more than a few patrons were scorched in the blast.

“Good riddance,” Thayne thought smugly as he pulled himself to his feet.

He cautiously scanned the room for threats, namely the girl with the firepower, but the coast was clear… ish. A sharp pain shot through his bicep, coming from a piece of shrapnel that had been embedded in his muscle from the explosion. Thayne gripped it with his gloved hand and snatched the fragment from his arm. Hot blood streamed from the wound, but not enough to send him back to the Nomad for medical supplies.

All it did was piss him off.

"Where are you, Omen?" he called out into the bar.

“Let’s make things easy. Come on out so I can shoot you and get off of this chit-hole of a planet.”

Thayne vaulted over the bar top, walking slowly among the bodies and furniture that littered the floor. A Trandoshan thug stirred on the ground, reaching for a blaster pistol that had skittered a few meters beyond his reach. The assassin chuckled as he stepped on the reptile’s fingers, blasting the wounded man before making his way through the front doors.

Outside, the sounds of sirens approaching filled the air. He only had a few moments to decide his next move before he’d be bogged down in a police chase. Fun as they are, Furthestkiller requires Omen’s head. And that’s a tab he wasn’t willing to leave unpaid.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The whine started to fade from Omen's ears as he lay flat on the grass in the back courtyard behind the bar. His ears were blown out, his legs felt like jelly, and don't even get started on the headache. But he was alive and could fight another day... Or maybe today...

After 10 minutes as Thayne looked around outside, he would hear the hum of engines starting up and revving to the max. The next thing he would see is a Dragonboat flying over the blown-out building with its chaingun spinning up. A Dragonboat with a very angry bartender at the helm who opened up his ship's loudspeaker to say. "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO KILL SOMEONE IN THEIR OWN BAR!" In a whirr, the chaingun started to fire hot plasma at the bounty hunter with the intention to saw his legs off. It was time to see how good this hunter's reflexes really were.

Thayne Tameron Hex Kal

 

[Thayne Tameron]

Tags: Sergeant Omen ; Hex
Location: Omen's Bar, Kestri
Soundtrack: The Encounter
Equipment: Rosie

Somewhere near the rear of the bar, the distant hum of engines began to steadily grow. The wailing sirens weren't yet upon him, meaning that the ship was closer than the law. Much closer. Out of his peripheral, Thayne saw the source of the sound: Sergeant Omen had not only survived the blue-haired girl's Dioxis explosion, but had managed to take flight in a Dragonboat armed to the teeth.

"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO KILL SOMEONE IN THEIR OWN BAR!"

"Ah, chit!" Thayne yelled as he dove behind a hunk of debris. Less than moments later, the roar of a chaingun began to sling bolts of plasma towards him.

"Not good, not good, not good," the assassin repeated to himself as he cowered behind cover. At this rate, the plasma would burn through the rubble, and an unpaid tab would be the least of his worries. If only that little brat were here with her minigun...

Thayne fired off a couple of potshots, despite the futility. He was pinned, and there wasn't much he could do. Not without help.