YOUR THE ONE THATS GOING DOWN!! (Bounty Hunters, Mecenaries, And other scum of the universe)

[HK-36]

HK watched the hologram meeting in silence, he did not care for money, but he was still going on the mission. Why? He had his motives. The droid outfitted himself with the heavy Omega armor attached to his carapiece in such a way that it did not slowed him down and still allowed his rotary functions to.. function. Droid put his brown robe over the armor, keeping a datapad and a verpine shattergun pistol concealed inside. On his waist hanged his bolter, grizzly looking weapon he used as a sidearm, his lightsaber, and a small collection of grenades and ammo. He had his sniper rifle and two vibroswords on his back. As much as his robe hid the smaller weapons, rifle and swords were not very subtle.

@[member="Subject 13"]
Tython- Market
HK arrived on the planet with others. It was not too long before he found 13, thanks to his photoreceptors and scanners. He made his way towards the shop the boy was waiting at, hooded and robbed, his grey body paint hidden underneath the concealing material. Only the red streaks of his details and the cold glow of red photoreceptors were seen from beneath the hood.

The droid came up behind 13, his arms folded at his waist, hidden inside the large sleeves of his robes. The large form of the droid casted a shadow over the boy.

"Hello there, youngling, nice plush canine."
HK spoke, although, his voice, even stoic and monotone, it was unthreatening, his hand slowly moved from beneath his sleeve, he was holding a cookiee in between his fingers, offering it down to the boy. The cookiee was not poisoned or anything, just a normal cookiee.
"Would you like a Wookiee-ookiee?"

 

[Triko]

Triko didn't often take bounty-hunting jobs. They weren't his style. Always with rules and terms. He didn't care for such things. Don't kill such and such. Bring them to me without whatever. He liked to do things his own way: shoot people and bring in the cash. Nonetheless, there was simply too much money at stake for him to refuse the commission. The prospect of capturing a child was a bit dubious, but he wasn't going to complain. He wasn't exactly a moral crusader.

The Kestrel had been landed in spaceport near the market, and Triko had brought only his ion-blaster so he could stun the child when need be. The market was bustling, and the small Jawa was being somewhat thrown about in the commotion. His size always seemed to plague him wherever he ventured. Sometimes it was useful because it made him a smaller target, but right now it was quite the hindrance.

There appeared to be a cloaked figure talking to a child further up the street... a child. The child. The child! The figure was probably there for the bounty too. Damn. He should have brought a blaster to clear out other bounty hunters... He needed to find out what species the figure was, and what weapons he had. Using his size to help him navigate the crowds without drawing attention to himself, he edged over to the child and the robed creature.

Scampering into a position where he could see the figure from the front, he readied his ion blaster. This needed to be quick. He couldn't afford to miss. If he shot the figure, he'd be able to quickly shoot the child and flee to the spaceport with the unconscious body. Simple. The figure seemed to have deep red eyes, completely unlike any species he knew of. Almost like photoreceptors... a droid! This was turning out well- his ion blaster wasn't such a misstep, it seemed.

Taking aim for the figure's head, he fired the blaster, an icy-blue bolt zooming forwards with a zing.