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Post by Tracyn Skye on Mar 31, 2007 8:12:47 GMT -8
Rhe and Shaylee make their way into the Lower Levels. "I don't see him, lets check the outlander club."
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Safiya
New Republic
Rhi's ray of sunshine and baby sis
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Post by Safiya on Mar 31, 2007 8:17:07 GMT -8
"Alright" she agreed and headed to the club with Rhe
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Post by Tracyn Skye on Apr 28, 2007 10:39:04 GMT -8
Rhe hurried through the streets, making his way to his new apartment with Shaylee.
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Post by Aegan Torvanis on Aug 9, 2007 16:59:13 GMT -8
*Aegan enters the Lower Level streets and moves into the shadows. He removes his gold-lined white and teal robes and puts them into a backpack. His bodysuit underneath matches his robe's colors and design except for a small round crystal talisman in the center of the upper chest. Aegan places his hand over the crystal and the crystal spreads over the suit following the ornate designs creating obsidian crystal armor of black and teal. He holds his hands about a foot apart in front of him and closes his eyes. Palms facing inward static charge from Aegan's power begins to jump across. A liquid crystal substance begins forming into a sphere between his hands. Aegan tenses his hands and a small shock of light pulses through the substance and it changes shape. The substance hardens instantly forming a black obsidian helmet with teal trim around the T visor piece. He takes it from its floating position and puts it on. Now equipped in his armor he takes a Graviton disruptor pistol and clips it on the right of his belt and a white and teal crystal sword hilt on his left. The hilt s white immediately changes to black in accordance with Aegan's attire as he puts it into place. Aegan clips the pack onto his back and moves out of the shadows and down through the streets to the Bounty Hunter's Guild.* :: That took more than I thought...:: *Aegan takes a deep breath and composes himself as he enters the guild.* :: guess I need to get back into the practice of creating Risinar more often...::
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Post by Aegan Torvanis on Aug 9, 2007 17:16:43 GMT -8
*Aegan walks out of the Bounty Hunter's Guild and makes his way to a turbolift leading the the Upper level spaceport.*
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Post by Aegan Torvanis on Aug 11, 2007 18:22:00 GMT -8
*Aegan gets off the turbolift and walks to the Bounty Hunter's Guild.*
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Post by Aegan Torvanis on Aug 11, 2007 19:03:56 GMT -8
*Aegan and Jendale take a turbolift to the upper level spaceport.*
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Post by Nito Ularis on Aug 22, 2007 17:48:08 GMT -8
(( Abit pushed for time, So I'll have to make this one quick ))
Target: Hardo Hernia
Method: Death
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Nito slowly walked through lower levels with an almost secure feeling. Being down in these levels was always hell. Not for the fact that he was there in the first place. More along the lines, of why the hell did he accept another bounty. And for what, to waste his time? There were no bounty that was worth running after these days. All were to weak, to pitiful. These days there was no war. Hence no need for him. Bringing about a sad loom upon him. The killings weren't against his own moral obligation, but at least could the enemies and bounties put up a fight for once.
Hundreds of people bustled about, gather supplies and groceries for their own families. People moving about as if automatic. Without any real emotion. As if they were to do this for the rest of their lives. Without any purpose. Resting himself against the back against a dirtied sign, for some kind of starship corporation. Awaiting his contact, casually playing himself off as a "normal". Playing it off for about 5 minutes before a cloaked man came to him. It was obviously evident to him that he was human, but made no such interaction
"Here he is....have fun....." the man's voice came only at a whisper. Unidentifiable by the muffle that was hushed over it by the crowd. But still Nit didn't care. Slipping the manila folder into his hands. Nit pushed off the display board. Walking around and to a local cantina, which didn't look so popular to begin with, but still held many patrons. Slipping into the dark corners of the room. Sitting at a covetted table in the back. Emptying the contents the folder onto the empty table. The target was one man, another human, Nar Shadaa. It shouldn't be to hard, at least the contract called for dead or alive. Which made everything alot easier. Last where-abouts....
A run down "abandoned" apartment ring just abit north of here. Nothing to extravagant, but fitting for a low-life and anyone wanting to hide their stuff. Slipping all of the info back into the folder. The folder, into his chest plate of armor. And finally slipping out of the cantina without a word to anyone, even the waitress.
The metal worn out doors pulled to the wide with a heavy tug. Screeching out at the rust and need for lubrication. Readying his wrist mounted flamethrowers. Properly adjusting them, then aiming one about the rather empty and destroyed corridors. One was enough to fry even a rancor. These flames burned around 3,000 degrees, charring flesh in an instant. A problem would be that trying to identify him after the charred remains.
After leading a thirty minute search through dank hall-ways and bare rooms with nothing but the remains of a bed. Lead into a final room on the right. Raising his flamethrower as if a gun, ready to pounce and napalm anyone. The room was odd compared to the rest. They were....."clean", sliding open so perfectly without the slightest creak or moan from the door's rotors. Training his arm, pointing through the near darkness. No one was home. Had he come to late? Was his target already off the planet?A small rustle came from the corner, from behind a couch off conveniently placed into the corner. Coming into view laid the man who held a hefty bounty on his head, the man holding the same description as the info provided.. Without a seconds hesitation, with correct goal in though. Nito let out a stream of roaring flame. And without a single scream or moan. Hardo was dead.
"I hate it when its this simple...." Moving to the charred corpse. After a thorough investigation, up came his own personal pistol and even a datapad with off of his own inventory. This would be perfect enough for proof he killed Hardo. Standing now, he left the building for the bounty guild. But still. He moved in, there was little to take. The flame synged all of his hair. So a hair sample was out of the question. So he did the next best thing, ripping out the remains of his bright green eyes, luckily they weren't harmed. Intent of collecting his fee. Laughing in his own mind. To even think he was labeled as armed and dangerous.
Notes: -I put a search in for the name "Hardo" nothing came up, so i suspect he is an NPC
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