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Gavyn Corr
Bounty Hunter - Mercenary - Gun for hire
BASIC INFORMATION
Bounty Hunter - Mercenary - Gun for hire
BASIC INFORMATION
| NAME: FORMER-FACTION: FACTION: RANK: SPECIES: HOMEWORLD: AGE: | Gavyn Corr Morellian Enforcers (Disavowed) N/A (Presently self-affiliated) Protector (Formerly) Duros Morellia 43 (Post time-skip) | GENDER: HEIGHT: WEIGHT: EYES: HAIR: SKIN: FORCE SENSITIVE: | Male 6’1” 81kg Red N/A Blue-green Yes. (Unconscious usage) |
| The small crowd parted, letting the tall man through, a hush spreading out, the party brought to a standstill. A Duro, a wide-brimmed hat on his head, lead a large repulsor gurney with a large albino Hutt lying on it. Ignoring the people all around him, he walked straight ahead, coming to a stop at the end of the chamber, near the dais where a tall Falleen rested on a gilded throne. "Excellency," he spoke in a deep, reverberating voice. "May I present Degma the Hutt, I do believe you wanted a meeting with him?" If the Falleen was surprised he hid it well, simply making a quick gesture that sent an attendant rushing to examine the body, quickly confirming that the Hutt was only unconscious, still breathing as requested. Upon receiving this confirmation the Falleen gestured for the Duro to approach. "You have done me a great service Bounty Hunter, you will be greatly rewarded for this. You may leave now, as you can see I have guests to attend to, my aide here will take care of you fees." The Duro bowed slightly and followed the Falleen attendant out of the chamber, into a small room just off to the side. The Falleen sat himself down behind a table and offered him the seat across from him. "The bounty on Degma's head." The Falleen said as he slid a number of very high denomination credit chips across the table. The Duro quickly counted the chips before pocketing them. "Thank you," he commented as he started to rise from the chair, stopping once he was up and gazed curiously at the Falleen. "You don't look so well my friend." And the Falleen was indeed not looking well, he was sweating all over and his face looked paled. The Duro on the other hand smiled widely at him, a satisfied look on his face. Comprehension dawned quickly on the Falleen's face, after all one did not become a Falleen crimelord's right hand man by being stupid. "You?! What did you do?" His voice was already strained, his breath labored. "White fieljine." The Falleen's eyes widened, he knew exactly what those two words were, the sound of death bells ringing in his ears. "How? We scah..scanned you. You were clean, ah....all your equipment as well." "Didn't scan the Hutt, did you? Careless that was." The Falleen had by now slipped to the ground, just barely conscious. The Duro crossed to the other side of the table and knelt besides him. "All I had to do was slip a capsule down his throat, the acids in his stomach did the rest. By the time I entered the chamber the slug was blowing the stuff out with every breath." By then the Falleen was already dead, so the Duro rose and calmly walked away. He made his way back to the main chamber to find the dozen or so Falleen all lying dead on the floor, the Hutt now awake and had slithered over to the fallen crimelord's side, examining the dead body with a satisfied smile on his face. Spotting the Duro he laughed out in greeting. "You have outdone yourself Corr, Vizhel's entire upper echelon taken out in one swipe. I must saw I was not pleased with my Uncle's decision to allow you to put my life in danger to accomplish your mission, but the pleasure of seeing Vizhel dying more than made up for it. My uncle will be very pleased." The Duro responded by picking up a blaster from where it had been dropped by a dying guard. "It had to be you, you were the only one besides your uncle who Vizhel hated enough to allow so close in his presence. Besides, how else was I to get you away from your guards without raising your suspicions?" Upon hearing this last part the Hutt, who had been looking at Vizhel's body once more, looked up in surprise. Something akin to fear and surprise had barely started to show itself on his face when Corr shot him through the head. Tossing the blaster aside, he walked away, pulling out a comlink from his pocket. The connection was quickly made and a deep voice rambled a question in Huttesse through it. "Yes, it is done." A pause that was followed by another question, this one asked with a little more sharpness. "Your nephew's rebellion is also at an end, he will not trouble you any more." A deep laugh of pure pleasure came though the comlink, congratulations grunted out in between guffaws. "Just have the credits transferred to my accounts, that's all the thanks I need. Until next time, Corr out." |
EQUIPMENT
GEAR- Datapad
- Mitrinomon jetpack thruster
- Comlink
- Trench coat
- Wide-brimmed hat
- Magno-grip boots
- Wrist gauntlets
- Two LL-30 blaster pistols
- Two DL-44 heavy blaster pistols
- .48-caliber Enforcer pistol
- Verpine Shattergun
- Miniature flame throwers mounted on gauntlets
ROLEPLAYS
- Corellian Blues - Underway
- Roger Roger! - Underway
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