Another day, another hunt. Shor had been approached in order to participate in some scheme or other to alter the complicated political web of Naboo high society through the slaughter of gungans. He was frankly more interested in the latter detail, having little interest in the machinations of morsel nobility. The annoying part was that it needed to be blamed on House Palpatine, and so Shor had to set a trap of sorts. The gungan settlement was to be, allegedly, the desired site of mining operations meant to bring the disgraced house prestige and wealth.
The trap consisted of several vital details. Shor had a datapad with well-forged instructions on it to clear the sight, with a contract for the Jade Company to do the clearing, clipped to his belt. He himself had taken the time to temporarily dye his fur a much more ordinary brown, with goggles to cover his crimson eyes, and was armored in a wookiee-fied fashion of the Jade Company, white plastoid covering his torso overtop a black sleeveless tunic. His usual E-11D fit in quite well with the disguise, and he'd switched out his usual melee weapons with nine foot, single-head electrostaff. He still had his lightsaber tucked away in a satchel of course, in case he needed it, but he suspected he'd do just fine.
In addition to the datapad were rumors spread over the local holonet via dummy accounts routed through VPNs in the weeks leading up to the present day, which had naturally found their way into the conversations of the local nobles. There was no actual proof of course, the same as of the vast majority of local gossip, but Shor and the horned red meat-person joining him would soon putting on the pressure. Even if the nobles didn't quite believe House Palpatine was behind the massacre, at least of them may use it as an excuse to scrub out a black stain on their planet's history.
For the moment he waited two clicks from the settlement, in the dead of night, next to a speeder truck. Horned meat should show up soon, and they would get to play the part of mercenaries wiping out a gungan village. Not the most fun of fights, but mediocre murder was better than no murder.
The trap consisted of several vital details. Shor had a datapad with well-forged instructions on it to clear the sight, with a contract for the Jade Company to do the clearing, clipped to his belt. He himself had taken the time to temporarily dye his fur a much more ordinary brown, with goggles to cover his crimson eyes, and was armored in a wookiee-fied fashion of the Jade Company, white plastoid covering his torso overtop a black sleeveless tunic. His usual E-11D fit in quite well with the disguise, and he'd switched out his usual melee weapons with nine foot, single-head electrostaff. He still had his lightsaber tucked away in a satchel of course, in case he needed it, but he suspected he'd do just fine.
In addition to the datapad were rumors spread over the local holonet via dummy accounts routed through VPNs in the weeks leading up to the present day, which had naturally found their way into the conversations of the local nobles. There was no actual proof of course, the same as of the vast majority of local gossip, but Shor and the horned red meat-person joining him would soon putting on the pressure. Even if the nobles didn't quite believe House Palpatine was behind the massacre, at least of them may use it as an excuse to scrub out a black stain on their planet's history.
For the moment he waited two clicks from the settlement, in the dead of night, next to a speeder truck. Horned meat should show up soon, and they would get to play the part of mercenaries wiping out a gungan village. Not the most fun of fights, but mediocre murder was better than no murder.
@Arclight