Irrational Hunt (Invite)

[Kaeb]

OOC

Bright lights darted and flew across the black canvas that was the night sky. The lights could be any number of things that could be witnessed from the surcface of Denon. The thousands of ships..the hundreds of speeders..or merely the bright stars that took away the daunting blackness of the night sky.


The streets were filled with beings large and small...thieves and politicains...scum and villainy...and even a respectable gentleman or two..but down in the depths of this urbanized planet..a man or woman could find anything.

A vast amount of establishments and buildings littered the landscape, lighting the surface up in an almost overwhelming wave of light...cantinas...casinos....bars...apartments even political buildings.

In one cantina, known as ''The Black Canvas'' down in the underworld of Denon, owned by a retired Twi'lek artist frequently visited by presitgous individuals, or a mercenary or two that had recently gained a large haul of republic credits.

But there were a few who weren't regular customers...whom noone knew. Here for reasons unbeknownst too others.

Devias Sinn was one of those people, and his reasons where like most mercenaries. A hunt. He hunted a republic informant by the name of Golrag Holdem, a bothan scumbag who reported on what the drunken republic politicains say behind the senates back.

There was no honour in what he did, he ruined the lives of foolish men to profit, not to survive or to care for a family.

But this wasn't his reason and he knew for a fact he wouldnt be the only one hunting him.

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[JM76]

"Nice to see you again, Ramsar. I heard you were dead," one of "The Black Canvas" bouncers said gruffly.

"My death has been... exaggerated," the Miraluka responded curtly. "If you don't mind, I have business."

The bouncer silently acknowledged the Miralukan patron's request, and allowed him to enter the seedy establishment. Pulling his long, tattered brown overcoat so it covered most of his body, and covering his head with an equally ruined wide-brimmed hat, he attempted to attract as little attention as possible.

'Ramsar' took his seat at one of the many tables in the establishment. Although most of the people of this place - and most underworld connections, for that matter - would know him as Ramsar Vaiel, that was not his actual name. No, he was the Alsakan soldier and Skeleton Guard lieutenant Remiel Vaern.

As one of the servers passed him by, Remiel grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, so he could whisper to him and not draw as much attention to himself. Although it was a risky move, he pulled it off.

"Do you know of Golrag Holdem?" Remiel asked. His manner was snide and dark; he wasn't in the mood for games.

"Yessir," the server replied, slightly alarmed.

"Wonderful," Remiel snapped, "tell him that Ramsar would like to speak with him. I've heard that he knows some... Republic secrets."

The server was gone almost immediately. While he waited, Remiel scanned the crowd that had gathered around the cantina. A seedy bunch, to be sure, but he figured that some of them would be able to help him.

 

[Remer Ather]

He didn't care about why, why this bothan had a bounty on his head mattered little to him. All he was in it for was the hunt, and the kill. Heck, the Reminder didn't even do it for credits. Everyone did it for the money, greedy bounty hunters, mercenaries, assassins, it was all so bland.

Still, the very fact that there might be others trying to go after this same prey amused The Reminder. Perhaps he could take more than one life this night.

The figure entered the cantina, smoke billowing in his wake. From underneath the brim of his hat all that could be seen was a pair of glowing, yellow eyes. The Reminder strolled into the cantina and scanned the area, immediately receiving wary looks from different patron. A single glare from him sent them back to their drinks.

From his position he could see the entire cantina, and it was obvious that the target would not be that easily found. The flashing lights and pounding music had attracted large amounts of patrons, which jam packed the cantina like a Bantha herd.

Still, a challenging target was always an amusing one.

Who knows, if they proved themselves worthy, he might let them live.

Might.

 

[Kaeb]

Music echoed through the club, emitting from unseen speakers. Smoke from pipes filled with the vast amounts of illicit materials found in the galaxy, made the air thick and hard to see through. But Sin had his eyes peeled and ready for his target to move. He was aware someone was hunting him also, although he was sure it was a group more than some old thug with a grudge.

He had heard whispers of mercenaries being recruited for large operations afterall due to the recent return of the Alsakan, things had gotten tense acrosss the galactic core. The concept of peace talks baffled the hard boiled mercenary, he believed....he knew they would accomplish nothing.

He needed answers and to be able to collect the bounty on the bothans head would make things all the more sweet.

 

[Ares]

OOC/ It says open, so I'm joining. =3
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BIC/

Eelo Toogawa sat in a small booth in the rather seedy "Black Canvas" cantina with two Twi'lek dancing girls, one Rutian, and one yellow. He was dressed in a nondescript dark blue spacer's suit, and had a matching helmet sitting on the table near his right elbow, for the sake of appearances. The blue-green Rodian scanned the crowd in the cantina, searching for the prize he knew to lurk here...

His large, blue-black eyes located him after a careful examination. He was a Duros mercenary by the name of Tune Agul, dressed in a dark green jumpsuit, and pretending to be drunk with an Arcona and a Whipid. Those two had the look of bodyguards, and the Duros' eyes were too alert to truly be inebriated. The trio began to get out of their chairs, and the direction they were facing indicated they were going to leave.

Eelo apologized to the two Twi'lek dancers sitting at the booth with him, and got up. He had their holo-digits, so he could look them up later. The Rodian walked with that slow, deliberate pace that all of the other patrons seemed to walk. After a minute, he walked up to the Duros, his hand surreptitiously holding one of his special plasma pistols..

"Koona tchunka, Agul?"

 

[Kaeb]

The bothan broke into a laugh that piereced through the musky smoke filled air, he was becoming comfortable with his enviorment...relaxed....feeling he was safe.

Sinn couldn't help but smirk under his war helmet, he was rarely allowed in most establishments with such daunting attire, but he knew the owner from his days in the republic guard.

Soon he would strike and soon the bothan wouldn't be safe at all.

 

[JM76]

Remiel Vaern had grown tired of waiting. For the past ten minutes, he had been drinking ale nonstop. Whether he was trying to cure his boredom, calm his nerves, or simply get drunk - he had no idea. But he had become impatient; he was a nervous wreck.

Standing up in his chair, Remiel pushed through the crowd of people and began to search for the Bothan informant. He kept his hands on a slugpistol at his side the entire time; this crowd wasn't exactly the friendliest bunch, and Remiel didn't feel like starting unnecessary hostilities.

Eventually, Remiel managed to find out that the Bothan was sitting across the cantina, on the opposite end. Just my luck, Remiel thought as he made his way toward Golrag's position. Though the Bothan would still be alive - or so Remiel hoped, there were other people searching for him, after all - by the time he got there, Remiel had become restless and just wanted to complete the mission and leave this place.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Bump per request.