Hutt Cartel Bounty: TILL MEMES

[ShadowMandalore]

Welcome to the system known as Nar Shadaa. The skies were filled with the illuminations of building stacked upon one another. Sounds of speeders moving pass one another filled the air and flashing images the advertisements that would distort the most sensitive pupils of most sentient. . Recently a bounty was posted on smuggler known as TILL MEMES. A Mon Calamari who apparently was responsible for stealing a shipment from the cartel, which is a high offence. He probably used the shipment to step up to become a big time smuggler. Who knows? The cartel wants to make an example of him; most likely torturing him for their amusement. They hired me and I’ll see to it that they get him. Alive.

Logan was staking out on top of a roof top outside of the bar where Memes usually goes to next to a dull flickering sign. A bar such as this would be filled with all sorts of scum and would be a good place to hide. There’s also idea Memes could’ve hired body guards for protection or fellow competition might be after him. Something such as that wouldn’t concern Logan. Though he may be using non-lethal means, he did have a few other things that could disintegrate any who try to interfere with his hunt. He remained on the rooftop and waited for his bounty to enter the bar.

 

[Speckx Leigh]

Since his recent "business" with the Cartel, Till Memes was keeping a watchful eye on all of his surroundings. Although he knew it was of better judgement to find another bar to frequent or even probably a better place to live all together, he couldnt help but to find himself walking the dirty streets of Nar Shaddaa to his favorite place. The dull sign above the establishment, if you could call it that, flickered as he approached. He looked upon the bar and took a deep breath, "This may be your last visit Till, make it a memorable one." He was well aware of the fact that relocating himself after pulling such a heist, on the Hutt Cartel of all things, was completely necessary.

The Mon Calamari adjusted his hip holster as he entered the bar, ensuring quick access to his blaster just incase the Cartel was already onto him and there was a bounty hunter already waiting for him inside the bar. After taking his first few steps in, returning some smiles to a few familiar faces, and assessing that everyone in the place looked as if they had no interest in attacking him, he let his arm rest to his side as he swaggered over to his usual stool at the bar.

"The usual, Till?" The bartender was wiping down the bar with an already dirty rag as his raspy voice croaked a question at the new patron.

"You know it," with a slight nod of his head Till offered a quirky smile at the bartender before nervously glancing around the place once more.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

Scanning the area for four hours, the mon calamari appeared on his HUD. The DNA signature was a match. Till entered the bar with a holster tied to his hip. He was nervous when he entered, scanning the environment outside. He is crafty one, I give him that. He knows that someone will come for his head. If anything, he might try to run. Most of his types don’t try to stand their ground nor fight to end. Instead, they survive. That is until they get a blaster bolt through the skull.

Instead of using his jetpack, the Mandalorian head down the fire escape with little noise. Before he entered the front entrance, he went into the back alley. The alley was connected to the back entrance near the bar. Filled with trash cans and filth, he made his way to the back door. Reaching into his utility pouch, he dropped several cloaked portable motion detected stasis fields. Incase if the bounty was going to run out the back, these would stop him in his tracks. Behind the bounty hunter was an old, sitting in next to a pile of trash. His eyes, filled with sadness and old age, were drooping down to his face. Logan reached into his pocket and tossed fifteen credits at the homeless person’s lap. Pressing his gloved hand against his visor, he gave him the order to keep his silence. With a smile, the homeless person gave a slight nod to the bounty hunter.

A loud party of five was approaching the main entrance of the bar. Quickly wrapping his cape around his armor plates and weapons, he followed the party into the bar as a casual bar attendant. The lights were flashing and the sounds were booming over the bars swiveling doors. Tuning his sensors, he could hear the Laughter and the loud conversations amongst other bar attendants. Even his audio detectors were able to pick up the singing of the drunken performer on stage. As he entered, he isolated himself from the party and quickly stepped to the side. The color of his armor helped blend Logan into the shadows, making him practically camouflaged. Finding a small table in the back, he sat down in a quiet manner. Using his rangefinder, he scanned the area, trying to locate Tills through the dense crowd. In seconds, he managed to zero in on the mon calamari. Slowly he reached for his holster, unlocking the blaster for a quick draw.

 

[Speckx Leigh]

The mom calamari smuggler scanned the bar once more as he slowly sipped his drink. Trying not to look too on edge he took a deep breath and rotated his shoulders. "Relax Till, your supposed to be relaxing," he whispered to himself. Glancing around the dimly lit bar he tried to find a friendly face to share a conversation with. The haze of the bar was intensified by the poor circulation of air and numerous smoke sticks protruding from the patrons mouths. Catching a couple eyes as he looked around he smiled his quirky mon calamari smile an cocked his head slightly to the left.

"Eyy, Till. Long time no see, where'ya been?" The voice came from behind him as a large human hand came down on Tills shoulder.

Spinning around to face the large man Till smiled, "Lock, yes long time. Good to see you ya ol'brute. How have things been around here?" Pleased to see someone he could have a normal conversation with his smile came easily and unforced. It had been a while since he had the chance to talk to someone who was a true friend and not a business associate. His most recent job hadn't gone as planned and even though Till had gotten away with more creds than he bargained for, he knew keeping that to himself was his safest bet.

Till would carry out the casual conversation with his friend as he cautiously, yet casually continued to scan the bar for any suspicious faces.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

It looks like someone came to Memes side. A friend? A body guard? It doesn't matter; I will claim my bounty. My concern is with Memes, not anyone else. The Mandalorian, removed his blaster from its holster. Holding his blaster underneath the cape covering his armor, he made his towards the bounty. He moved at a steady pace through the groups of bar attendants. His blaster was set to stun, ready to subdue Memes. However, other parts of his armor carry lethal armaments that would quickly dispose of any who interfered in his hunt. The Mon Calamari had his back turned, having the conversation with the individual. He noticed Memes was looking around the environment in a certain gesture. He's scanning the room, I must take my time. The bounty hunter moved close to where he could keep his target from escaping, yet keeping his distance if he were to attack in close range. He removed his blaster from under his cape, pointing it behind the back of Memes. Even though his blaster was kept on his target, his also kept his distance on the individual who stood next to Memes.

"Till Memes. You are wanted by Hutt Cartell for stealing a shipment of Spice. The bounty stated you are only to be brought in alive, so I'm going to give two options. One, you can come quietly and you will not be injured....much.

Or.....we can do this the hard way, but that is something that I advise you NOT to do. Your call Memes."

 

[Speckx Leigh]

Suddenly Till heard a voice from behind him and his scaly skin turned slick with worry. He cursed himself quietly for letting the arrival of his friend distract him long enough to let someone come up on him like this. Looking at Lock he smiled wearily, "I wouldn't get involved in this one buddy, I'm in way over my head." He started to turn around to face the hunter as his friend stopped his process of reaching for his blaster.

Keeping his arms at a distance from his body as to show no sign of threat he slowly turned all the way around on the bar stool to face his captor. "Alright, alright you got me. How much is this bounty on my head anyways?" With a sign of contempt he then spoke to the hunter clad with armor now slightly visible under his cloak.

His mind racing, heart pounding, he did his best to portray a cool and collective persona. Deciding it was best to give in for now and maybe have a better chance at escape later he hoped this bounty hunter wasn't all too much by the book.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

Logan raised his blaster higher to memes as he swiveled around on the bar stool, pointing it towards his face. In response to Memes' comment, his gloved finger flipped a switch on the handle of his blaster. A slight high pitched sound came from his blaster, along with a red blinking lights. Depending on who's the bounty, most would calmly respond to their warrant while trying to draw from their holster. Wether or not Memes would do something such that, it is out of the question. He will be treated like any other bounty. The tension in the club grew more intense. Other bar attendants moved slightly away from the two individuals, but kept their eyes on them.

"Pedestal, Delta-Gama. Pickup."

On a docking bay a few clicks away from the bay, a pursuer-class enforcement ship remains on standby. The on board computer intercepts the transmission and responds by piloting the unmanned ship; sending it to the designated coordinates.

"Estimated time, fifteen minutes."

"Get up. Place your hands above your head.....SLOWLY."

 

[Speckx Leigh]

Standing and bringing his hands slowly behind his head Till shook his head. He quickly wondered how they had found him so fast, or rather how this bounty hunter had found him so fast. Only moving his eyes he glanced around the bar. While he had many friends in this place, he also had a couple enemies. And while most friends would try to help him out if he made a stand, most of his enemies would do the opposite and many of the by-standers not associated with Till would probably just want the conflict to stop in fear of their own lives.

"Alright, alright i get it. You got me." He spat at the bounty hunter as his turned his head to try and see his face better. "Take it easy on me and ill take it easy on you." He knew he better not many too many smart remarks, it would just make his time less enjoyable but sometimes he couldnt help himself.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

As the calamari raise his arms, Logan slightly raised his blaster.

"Silence!"

His voice was low, cold as durasteel. The raspy tone of his voice could be heard throughout the bar. Taking a large step towards the calamari, jabbing his blaster on his temple. He placed his gloved hand on Memes blaster, removing it from it's holster. Not even looking down, he kept his dark visor on his bounty. Twirling it, he tucked the weapon into one of his utility pouches. With a the bud of his blaster, he shoved the Mon Calamari into the direction of the entrance.

"Move it."

 

[ShadowMandalore]

"Alright...Alright."

The Mon calamari took a few steps away from the bar counter with his hands over his head. He then paused and turned to the bounty hunter.

"May I get one last drink?"

"No."

"You know they're going tear me limb for limb, so before I die, could I at least have one last glass? Please?"

They would torture the calamari and maybe feed his dead carcass to a Nexu. Better give him a drink, that's the only one he'll get.
The armored warrior turned his helmet to the bartender, giving him the indication of serving him his drink. He opened a bottle of whiskey and angled it in his mouth, pouring the liquid down his throat. It was about thirty seconds and the bottle was almost half empty.
This was getting ridiculous.

"Enough!"



The flowing liquid that poured into Mon Calamari's mouth, quickly ceased as bartender removed the bottle slowly from Memes' lips. At that moment, memes quickly reached for the bartender side, pulling a blaster from his waist. The bartender flew backwards, knocking down a few of his bottles over. The blaster was pointed towards the Mandalorian. Logan stood as a statue, not even flinching.

"Sorry about this old man. You can put it on my tab. "

"Don't do this Memes."

"Stay back!.....unless you want this entire bar to go up in smoke!"

A thermal detonator rolled down his sleeves, armed and ready for detonation. The lights on the detonator flickered from green to red, indicating that it was armed. screams and gasps were heard all around the bar. Nobody didn't move a single inch. The calamari stepped backwards, heading towards the back entrance. Logan slowly followed the distressed smuggler, but kept his distance. The humming noise from the detonator went to a higher decibel.

"I said, stay back!"

A blaster was sent into Logan's direction. Rolling behind a table, he fired a few stun bolts towards memes direction. As soon as the Mon Calamari stepped out the back entrance, a surge of energy engulfed his entire body, pinning him to the ground. In shock, he accidentally dropped the thermal detonator, having it rolled in between the homeless person. The homeless person's eyes widened in fear and was unable to move an inch.

"S-Stasis Field?!"

"Yes."

Logan stepped out the back entrance, casually walking towards the detonator. Twenty seconds left. Quickly grabbing it before it would incinerate the entire alley, he then set the switch back into it's original position, disarming the explosive device. He then made his towards his bounty that was pinned to the ground.

Pressing a small button on a remote, the stasis field deactivated. Without giving him the chance to use his blaster, Logan sent a kick to Memes' hand, knocking the weapon near by trash can. Grabbing the Mon Calamari's arms, he folded them behind his back tightly, locking them in a pair of bracers.

"Ow!....Easy!"

A fist was sent into the right side of the smuggler's face, indicating to keep his mouth shut. Sounds of star ship thrusters grew louder and louder, as a black pursuer-class enforcement ship docked itself in front of the alley, opening its doors. Right on schedule. He lifted his bounty by the collar, making him walk to his ship.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

"Hold it."

Pausing, Logan turned around, only to find the homeless person pointing a blaster at him.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. I spent years sitting in these slums, scavenging for food. This bounty is my meal ticket! Hand him over."

Logan didn't say anything, but he kept his grip tightly on memes' shirt.

"I said hand him over!"

The homeless person fired several bolts in their direction. Shoving Memes to the ground, Logan dashed to the right side, dodging the stray erratic blaster fire. Rising left gauntlet, a tiny object sprung out from his wrist and lodged itself into the throat of the homeless person. Gagging, he fell backwards wrapping his neck then giving one final exhale.

Grabbing memes from the ground, they entered the Mandalorian star fighter.

-Space-

Memes was put into a ray shielded holding cell, along with the other acquisitions that were held their cages. The Holding cells were full and had to be emptied. Since all of them were heading to one location, it would save Logan the fuel and resources. Sitting in the pilot's chair, he punched in the coordinate's. Time collect my money from the cartel.

"Set course to Nal Hutta."

The engines revved and ship vanished into hyperspace, heading to the planet of Gangsters.