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A room for photographs, that's where Mercy Hellfire found herself. Lit with a dull red with images hanging all about slowly decaying until their captured lightly revealed itself. This was an old technique, ancient by any understanding and contrary to popular belief nothing of quality was lost when digital imaging became a thing. Mercy wasn't wondering why the owner of this place bothered with such outmoded processing, she was more concerned about where they were hiding and if she really should have eaten what that street vendor was selling.
Scanning the rooms many shadows her eyes caught the faint images just now coming to life. Knowing nothing of photography she at least figured that these young images indicated that whoever was here hadn't been gone long, or hopefully at all. Moving deeper into the room she began to hear some muttering. Grinning ear to ear she slowly approached a corner and looked out just enough to spy her mark, the notorious kidnapper Marc J.
Slowly she produced her stun baton as her employers stubbornly didn't want this particular individual dead. Most marks were dead or alive, which Mercy thought was a waste of ink because duh, dead is easier. Making sure not to activate her baton until the last possible moment as the noise would surely alert her quarry, Mercy paid no attention to another source of potential noise brewing in her stomach.
BRRRRT
Mercy sighed as Marc J instantly turned around with a gun raised,
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?! GAH...WHAT DID YOU EAT?!"
Mercy shrugged lifting her hands as she said, "I'm Mercy Hellfire, I've been sent to capture you and I'm pretty sure it was some kind of sewer bird."
There was only a slight pause for Marc J to absorb what the young woman had said along with a few more gaseous particles before his disgust at this entire situation culminated and he rushed back revealing he had a young Twi'lek tied to a chair. She seemed dazed and confused and possibly the sequel to dazed and confused because she was seriously tripping out. As Marc J held his gun to her head he shouted, "Move one inch and I'll paint the walls with her brains!"
"I thought you were a photographer,"
"Shut up!"
Sighing Mercy weighed her options in this impromptu hostage situation then remembered she didn't give a damn about anyone as she said, "Not one inch?" before Marc J could respond Mercy had rushed forward and smacked him down with her baton leaving him writhing in electrical agony, "Good thing I use the metric system biatch."
Marc J was taken away, the girl got to return to her family, and most importantly Mercy Hellfire got paid. Naturally a fat wallet didn't sit well with the merc so she was soon deep into her cups and buying rounds she couldn't possibly afford. This led to a disagreement with the management until a sensible payment plan was agreed to. Mercy's debts would be forgiven and in exchange her legs and arms would be cut off and then she'd be thrown into the river.
She decided to pay instead.
Inexplicably in debt for no reason she could possibly blame herself for, Mercy Hellfire was soon perusing the street of Coruscant looking for work. It was a dry time unfortunately, which unfortunately could mean a wet time for a legless, armless, drowning Mercy Hellfire. Growing desperate, hungry, bored, and also a little itchy, she went to a club and then left when she realized it was only one in the afternoon. She went to a market next and soon realized exactly how she could pay off her debt.
Simple, all I have to do is buy everything in this marketplace and then sell it for more money.
Mercy was about to go through with this plan when she realized the fatal flaw.
Ah crap, I don't have a merchants license. Guess I'll have to steal the money.
And that was that.
Scanning the rooms many shadows her eyes caught the faint images just now coming to life. Knowing nothing of photography she at least figured that these young images indicated that whoever was here hadn't been gone long, or hopefully at all. Moving deeper into the room she began to hear some muttering. Grinning ear to ear she slowly approached a corner and looked out just enough to spy her mark, the notorious kidnapper Marc J.
Slowly she produced her stun baton as her employers stubbornly didn't want this particular individual dead. Most marks were dead or alive, which Mercy thought was a waste of ink because duh, dead is easier. Making sure not to activate her baton until the last possible moment as the noise would surely alert her quarry, Mercy paid no attention to another source of potential noise brewing in her stomach.
BRRRRT
Mercy sighed as Marc J instantly turned around with a gun raised,
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?! GAH...WHAT DID YOU EAT?!"
Mercy shrugged lifting her hands as she said, "I'm Mercy Hellfire, I've been sent to capture you and I'm pretty sure it was some kind of sewer bird."
There was only a slight pause for Marc J to absorb what the young woman had said along with a few more gaseous particles before his disgust at this entire situation culminated and he rushed back revealing he had a young Twi'lek tied to a chair. She seemed dazed and confused and possibly the sequel to dazed and confused because she was seriously tripping out. As Marc J held his gun to her head he shouted, "Move one inch and I'll paint the walls with her brains!"
"I thought you were a photographer,"
"Shut up!"
Sighing Mercy weighed her options in this impromptu hostage situation then remembered she didn't give a damn about anyone as she said, "Not one inch?" before Marc J could respond Mercy had rushed forward and smacked him down with her baton leaving him writhing in electrical agony, "Good thing I use the metric system biatch."
Marc J was taken away, the girl got to return to her family, and most importantly Mercy Hellfire got paid. Naturally a fat wallet didn't sit well with the merc so she was soon deep into her cups and buying rounds she couldn't possibly afford. This led to a disagreement with the management until a sensible payment plan was agreed to. Mercy's debts would be forgiven and in exchange her legs and arms would be cut off and then she'd be thrown into the river.
She decided to pay instead.
Inexplicably in debt for no reason she could possibly blame herself for, Mercy Hellfire was soon perusing the street of Coruscant looking for work. It was a dry time unfortunately, which unfortunately could mean a wet time for a legless, armless, drowning Mercy Hellfire. Growing desperate, hungry, bored, and also a little itchy, she went to a club and then left when she realized it was only one in the afternoon. She went to a market next and soon realized exactly how she could pay off her debt.
Simple, all I have to do is buy everything in this marketplace and then sell it for more money.
Mercy was about to go through with this plan when she realized the fatal flaw.
Ah crap, I don't have a merchants license. Guess I'll have to steal the money.
And that was that.