You Seem a Decent Fellow

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: VOSS-KA, VOSS
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: ANTICIPATION

Voss was a beautiful planet, that much could not be denied. Even the blandest of the galaxy could not deny the majesty of the ever-auburn forests, or the beacons of peaceful civilizations amidst the flora. Voss-ka was such a beacon, a pillar of the light side, gleaming like silver in a galaxy of darkness. Or so the brochure said.

Ghorua the Shark didn't know, or care much for the 'dark' or 'light' side of a force that didn't affect him. Which is why he had no qualms going after a Silver Sanctum Jedi master. Well, he did have a few qualms with it, mainly he was nowhere near strong enough to face a Jedi master by himself; he had tried such a feat before. No, he needed a team, a group of reliable Hunters to split the creds with. He had collected such a team, and had devised a plan that, if executed to perfection, could score them big.

At this moment in time, the ten-foot-five Herglic squatted in an alley, covered in a large canvas shawl, masking his identity and keeping him from view. The Shark's slicer had pointed him in this direction, and gave him Master Harrison's usual routes in the city. He had reviewed the plan with his team one last time before sending them their separate ways. Ghorua double-checked all of his equipment as he waited.

The Herglic was clad in his Koodan battle armor, matte-black paint job nicked and dented with wear. The Spinster, his rotary blaster cannon, rested across his back. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to use it today. Double pistols, modified for the colossus' size, hung at his sides. He may have to use those. Grenades of all shapes and sizes were attached to his bandolier, along with a strange cube. Those were vital. His wrist gauntlets were also adorned with various nozzles and blaster barrels. A segmented phrik pole also hung from his bandolier, a powerful weapon against Jedi and Sith alike.

He felt prepared, yet the Shark knew that things could go wrong at any time. Ghorua went over the comms, to the rest of his team. "Alright, operation Fish Tank is now in effect. How're we looking, team? Anyone got a visual?"

- [member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Darlyn Excron"] - [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] - [member="Valashu Elahad"] -

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: Voss-Ka, Voss
Gear: in Signature
Mood: annoyed anticipation

Being named 'hothead' wasn't doing anything to brighten his mood, but sitting on the docks was, he had removed his cloak, it lie pilled in a heap beside him as he got 8 skips on his final throw, that at least made him smile. This was probably on his top two list of crazy jobs, this payout was going to be extreme,if all went accordingly.

The sudden chirp of his comm made his head snap to look down at it, listening in to Ghorua, nodding despite the fact that none could see him. "Negative cap, but I've got my eyes peeled and and 100% not bored out of my damn mind, but patience is a virtue...... on e I unfortunately do not have...."

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Location: Vass-Ka, Voss
Equipment: Lightsaber, DL-18 blaster pistol
Mood: Still not a morning person

On the other hand, while not exactly chipper or rather excited for what was to come, Darlyn was at least in control of himself as he listened to both 'hothead' and the old fish on the com. He smiled a little bit, leaning up against a wall casually in a rather popular square for such activities. With Voss-Ka being what it was, him standing around in his cloak wasn't at all out of the ordinary either, which meant so long as he kept his head mostly down he could keep his face hidden without being obvious. Quick glances around indicated there was no Jedi around, and he picked up his own comlink and spoke into it rather evenly. "Chill down a little bit. Don't want him picking anything up off you. As for me old fish I don't see him, or sense him for that matter. Masters like him usually give off a very particular stench after all. Though it does seem less populated down here than I expected..."

He was probably just being paranoid. It was still pretty early on Voss. They were probably just sleeping in, and he was one of the early birds. The one that doesn't like *being* an early bird, but an early bird none the less.

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Returning to the city of Voss-ka, the last place he had seen Keira and Saverok the Unleashed spirited away, Connor was here to either attract attention from conspirators waiting for the Jedi to make a move, and to settle this business once and for all. He was a marked man, but the Sith in question no longer wanted him.

He walked over the bridge, knowing few eyes would be on him, and if they were only due to the fact it was “that Jedi” with a rather unique look. But, Connor was a rather unique Silver Jedi after all.

Kitted out in his complete tunic and crimson cowl, he walked with one hand casually slipped between the 3 brown belts he wore, the other by his side near the hilt. The cuts from the incident on Ruusan were still raw on his face, but that was just another addition to the canvas that was his body of living the life of a Jedi.

Glancing up and around, taking in old arena, the observation tower, the large landing pad in the distance where he had last seen Keira, and the market units and library to his right, Connor hummed to himself as he continued through with no sense or urgency. Trouble always caught up with him, that much he had learnt, and so wasn’t going to go charging around like some over-enthusiastic Padawan. Nobody knew he was coming here, which suited him fine, so nobody would miss him.

Part of him doubted the fact he SHOULD have told someone…but if he did, that would only lead to others getting hurt, and that was something he wouldn’t bring to the Sanctum’s door again. Not after Ziost, or Toola, or Dromund Kaas.

Connor was hungry, and so ambled across the open square to the vendors for a look at the fruit. Voss did have some luscious fruits, that much he would openly admit.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

"Well, both of you keep your eyes open. And do please try to mask your Force-iness. I hear others can sense that sort of thing."

Ghorua crouched lower in the shadows as a homeless woman ambled past, giving the large cloth-covered Herglic a weird look. Considering his size, he was pretty well-hidden. A shark under the surface of the water, just waiting to poke it's fin out. He supposed the two other Force-Users were his fin. Ghorua enjoyed leading a team more than he thought he would. The feeling of having skilled men under your watch was exhilarating.

The genetically modified Herglic watched the street with tense anticipation, not wanting to miss the Jedi Master. He was at one of the busier intersections, scanning the crowds for Harrison. Occasionally, he would check his holopad. He'd gotten one of his slicers, a kid named Yee Lung, to patch into the security feed of the various shops, giving Ghorua a figurative eye in the sky.

Suddenly, Ghorua heard a beep, and looked down. No words came from the child slicer, but a live video, showing a man, no, their man, crossing a bridge. The colossus placed the pad on his bandolier, and commed in to the team. "We've got a hit. Sending coorditates. Stick to the plan, and happy hunting."

The Herglic exhaled from his blowhole, sighing with a loud hauum. With a heave, he stood from his position, and walked into the crowd towards Master Harrison, shawl still covering his entire body. He hunched heavily, masking his height, thus making him more difficult to identify. The crowds around him still parted nonetheless, Ghorua's pure mass was hard to miss.

The Shark was in no hurry. He would let the Forcies have their fun first.

- [member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Darlyn Excron"] - [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] -

 

[Matreya]

Holographic Disguise Matrix. The name alone was mostly unknown, but it was an item Valashu had knowledge of, from his universe. Currently he walked around the stands containing fruits, vegetables, and other goods. However, he also was not himself. At the moment he appeared a lithe woman, auburn hair, green eyes, inauspicious purple dress, basically he looked like any other woman in the area.

Eyes slowly continued to dart at the target, taking in his actions, his mannerisms. They had met once, and almost came to blows. Since then though his strength and control in the Force had grown exponentially. The question from before remained, would he be able to take this man? Luckily he was not moving alone. There was a team, others that were here to assist.

Finally he would walk away, seemingly in no general direction, calm and slow. Once he neared an alley however, his camouflage faded, he hooked a dangling cable to his belt and instantly began to climb swiftly to the top. There was where he grabbed his awaiting bow, placed his quiver properly in place, then also the Gauntlet of Crassus.

"Sorry boys, was incognito. Ready, and moving." Valashu muttered into his comlink. At that he finalized his preparation, by drawing his Archer Suit's hood into place, rolling his shoulders, adjusting his Mask, then sighing once.

Next, in a flash, an arrow was nocked then let loose. There were few things Valashu could claim to be truly good at, at the head of the list was White Current illusions and Archery. One of these was being used now. The precision was perfect, never nearing any unwanted innocents on its journey toward Harrison.

Hell, one could never know: was this an Illusion? They were his strongest ability in the Force.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]