Kuro glanced at him. "And what will you do?" he asked, reluctant to be some high-up's grunt. He understood that this was the type of stuff people his rank were required to do, but being bossed around was something he still hadn't gotten used to. He took off the mask and grabbed the coffee. His...
Kuro listened to the proposition, and left the coffee on the table, since he didn't want to remove his mask.
"But, Davik, why are we meeting in this smelly and dark place if you could entertain us in the Hutt's palace on Hutta? Well that's because we're going to rob the giant slug of everything...
Kuro stretched his arms, knocking into a waiter purposefully. His tray tipped and fell all over the roulette he was sitting in front of, and the dealer was soaked with some alcoholic beverage he didn't know the name of. Angry patrons stood up and howled at the waiter, who sheepishly walked away...
There truly was nothing more refreshing than a nice walk around the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Not only was the hustle and bustle easy to blend into, but there was always something going on, whether it be illegal, or borderline treason. Nothing legal ever happened on the Smuggler's Moon. It had...
Kuro walked through the glass doors lugging a black bag with him. As he reached the counter, he plopped the bag down on it with a thud, and unzipped the top.
"Bemere Bishto, deceased," he murmured to the man at the counter, then walked out.
@TheHook1
Smirking underneath his mask, Kuro watched. The blade flew through the air, whistling. It landed in the center of Bishto's chest with a thuck. His eyes widened, and his pupils made smaller. The bounty's body went limp against the wall, and slumped down. An officer turned the corner, and Kuro...
Seeing that Debbie was hurt, Kuro got in front of her and began shooting at the target. Bishto returned the fire enthusiastically, if not a bit too gladly. He was bound to run out of ammo at one point. One shot hit the wall behind the target, causing a bit of dust to kick up and into his eyes...
Kuro fired a shot right at the gambler's head, and it seemed to hit his shoulder. More blood adorned the bounty's loose-fitting previously white shirt. As the blaster shot made contact, the target stumbled and fell, then skidded across the alley, screaming in pain as his shoulder slammed into...
"I should hope not," he murmured, and walked after the robot. The mouse trailed him to the door, and it closed behind him. Still following Debbie, he walked out into the street. To his left, a dumpster shook, and an alien ran out, chest covered in blood, holding a blaster, and gasping for...
Kuro stepped into the abode. Mechanical parts littered the floors, furniture, and any other open surface. This was a bit unsettling, considering the fact that Debbie was a droid. It was the equivalent of a human having organs scattered across their home. Nevertheless, Kuro got over it rather...
NAR SHADDAA, 2100 LOCAL TIME
A public freighter stopped at its station, and a swarm of different people poured out noisily. One of them walked a bit more quietly, more calmly. A smiling mask covered his face, and a black trenchcoat covered his body. After leaving the station, Kuro Claros walked...
Character's name: Kuro Claros
Link to profile: Ugh, if you wish
Target: BEMERE BISHTO
Target Difficulty: Low
Note: @TheHook1 will also be joining me with Debbie
Kuro had decided to get some fresh air on the roof after sitting in the lobby for 30 minutes while waiting for someone to show up. He'd met a potential business partner (fellow Prospect wanting to help out with missions) and they were about to strike up a short partnership. The guy seemed to not...