Vorn Thracken
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- Joined
- Jun 18, 2018
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JEDI. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERYONE WAS OUT TO GET THEM. Unfortunatley for Abeos (@Quazi), one of those people was Vorn Thracken. Unlike some killers, Vorn was not all that keen on the gung-ho mentality adopted by his peers, and as such, when he had picked up word that one of the manic monks was on Corellia, he had opted to see if he could take them down. After all, for one-million credits, even Vorn was willing to let his ethics slide. His information broker had demanded a percentage of the take sure, but at least the data they had provided was worth it.
Coronet City was after all, a big place, and it would have been akin to finding a needle in a hay-stack attempting to sniff the Jedi out on his own. From what he had gathered, the Jedi was lodging, someplace cheap and near the star-port, a clever idea for someone whose saber fetched a pretty penny, especially when it came minus the owner. Stepping out of Phantom Corsair, his personal air-speeder, Vorn ensured his Hit-Series Suit was covering his two pistols, and opened the boot of his vehicle, removing the case containing his sniper and grenades, and closing it again with a smooth click.
As far as any passers by would be concerned, he was just another suit in a sea of suits, a faceless drone in the relentless machine of corporate power that dominated Corellia, and thus - he passed unnoticed. He walked briskly, but not to fast so as to attract unwanted attention, his eyes shielded behind his knock-off Vindlers, as he scanned his surroundings, spotting a holonet installer 'relieving himself' in one of the nearby alleys.
"Bingo." he remarked to himself, approaching as the man moved down the alley and out of sight. Vorn moved quickly, and unseen, bashed the man over the head, before slipping off the workers overalls, and sliding his body under the nearby garbage bags. His sniper case, he concealed within the workers bag, and pulling the unconcious mans cap over his head, he walked out into the street - transformed, and unnoticed. Walking into the nerest lodge, he approached the owner -
"Morning. HoloHype Controls, just checking the connection speeds in this district."
"That's up on the roof mate."
"Usually is boss, you got keys?"
The owner shrugged, and handed Vorn one of the keys off his belt, pointing to the back door which, when opened, lead to a ladder to the roof. Climbing the ladder quickly, Vorn was soon atop the building, and placed a metal crowbar over the handles of the door to prevent any unwanted visitors to the roof. Opening his bag, he got out his sniper - keeping it covered, as he turned on the scout HUD in his Vindlers, and scanned the streets below for his target.
Quickly, he double checked his commlink, and seeing the message there, cursed under his breath.
"Buddy. Got better offers, so - ain't exlusive no more. I've passed the information to some cartel dudes, and the guild. Soz. x"
Double-Crossing Scum Bag, he snarled to himself. Evidently, his information broker had better ideas, and had opened the information on the Jedis location to the mass market. Great. he cursed inwardly, keeping his eyes peeled in case anyone else decided to nab his target ahead of schedule.
OOC - PvP and Death-Enabled. Gear as in profile. @Sreeya @Darasuum
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