Seeking a bounty hunter

[Djak Mikos]

Chace Skirata half-dragged his client through the streets of Mos Eisley. The other bodyguard had already been killed, Chace sought now to evade the pursuing bounty hunters.

At least one had opened fire in the cantina, though Chace left nothing to chance. He needed this contract, this money, this recommendation. Teeth bared under his helmet, he tossed a breaching charge at a door and shielded the gibbering Twi'lek with his own body.

The door blew, and Chace threw him into the shade. Turning back to face the oncoming hunters, Chace unslung his rifle. The clips were full, he was ready to fight.

((Anyone wanting to give their new bounty hunters a workout, join in. The stakes are simple, a fifteen thousand credit bounty versus Chace's twenty thousand credit fee))

 

[shenjo97]

Krex followed at his own leisurely pace behind the other Bounty Hunters, slowly picking off the stragglers. Eventually, one after another, they all slowed down in their chase, thinking they had their target cornered. He wanted no interference from any other Hunters. As each of the unsuspecting Bounty Hunters suddenly found themselves on the ground, dead, Krex drew closer to his mark. Oh, there were still others around, obviously, but now there weren't quite so many, and that meant less of a chance for someone else to interfere. Ahead, a Trandoshan leapt out into an open area, and then suddenly felt himself falling, falling to the ground, with several blaster shots having struck it in the back.

"Such pesky little simpletons, huh? Now we don't need to worry as much about anyone bothering us while I deal with you," said Krex, the Zabrak stepping out into the open area himself now. The twin suns reflected slightly off of his blue paint-mask, and he grinned, his sharp teeth pulling back into a wicked smile. He tossed his rifle aside, since the deal was to take the target alive, and anyone else with him if possible. Of course, that hadn't stopped the other Bounty Hunters from killing the other bodyguard. He shook his head, his features showing his disgust. They could have collected a bonus if they'd actually tried not to kill the first of the two guards. Krex wasn't planning on making that mistake.

"The name is Krex Barakis. I just thought you should know the name of the guy that's about to feed you to his fist," he finished, grinning. Then, after rolling his shoulders to get into the mood, he came forward, launching a round-house kick with his left foot while slipping his spiked-gauntlet onto his right hand. The kick was simply a distraction, followed quickly with a punch from his gauntlet-covered hand towards the bodyguard's stomach. He didn't want to draw this out too long if he could, but of course, nothing was assured, and since the price was a very good one, he wouldn't mind having to take his time with this guy.

 

[Cyril Khan]

There was a loud explosion. Who the hell was bombing a street on Tatooine? Guns were much more efficient at killing, and on a lawless planet, an explosion only gave you more enemies to face. No one would be that stupid, would they?

The dust flowing through the air told a lot about the explosive. The lack of some revealed that it wasn't a makeshift bomb. The lack of visible damage in the street proved that it was a tactical weapon. Someone wanted to get inside really quickly, and a bomb apparently was the best way to go. What amateurs.

On second thought, who here would blow up a wall in broad daylight to get into a building? No assassin or bounty hunter would be that obvious. His target would be long gone before he could get inside. If the Alliance was running an operation here, it would be obvious. If it was any other organized group, they still wouldn't be this blatant. So either it was a complete amateur, or a desperate man.

It could be that guy. It wasn't interesting enough. Five figures for a wimp; are you kidding? What's he done? Hire someone to kill your friend. So basically, someone wants him dead because he has money. Still, he needs a bodyguard to keep himself alive. How boring. Bodyguards are good fighters, but their jobs were suicide. No good hunter would aim for the guard; shoot the mark, and if the guard takes the hit, then he dies. It's that simple.

For someone to hire a man armed with an explosive like that, he couldn't have terrible contacts. Maybe he wasn't the guy he was looking for, but the target could know the way to find him. Sometimes your best source of survival just helps to get you killed. The oddest things bring motivation to the disinterested.

Aryl kept his rifle on his back. He could pick out a bounty hunter a mile away. No need facing a legion now. If the bodyguard had bombs, he'd thin the ranks. Standing in the shade of a vendor, Aryl studied a basket of pallies. He didn't need to be any more stealthy. Five figures wasn't enough for every bounty hunter on Tatooine to die. No one was going to shoot one who wasn't making a move on the prey. It was impossible for someone to attack him; hunters bought fruit everyday. Anyone so paranoid wouldn't have survived the first day on the planet.

 

[Djak Mikos]

((Nice, this should be fun))

Chace wasn't worried about the kick, it would take more than that to affect beskar, but he was more respectful of the spiked gauntlet that shot at his solar plexus. Such weapons were often vibrating, or concussive, and he didn't feel like discovering which it was.

However, his father had always told him to block hard. Instead of catching the kick with his right vambrace, Chace smashed down on the other's ankle with the butt of his gun. The spiked gauntlet he parried with a downward sweep of the same weapon, stepping to the attacker's left as he did so. He released the gun with his right hand and brought that fist up in a vicious uppercut intended for the other man's chin.

 

[shenjo97]

Krex felt the pain from the blow to his leg, and as he cursed and recoiled, trying not to fall on his face on the ground, he just barely managed to bring up a hand to block the punch aimed for his jaw. It was too powerful for his weak block, though, and so it caused him to spin, completely knocking him off balance. He fell to the ground, cursing once again, and then rolled away as quickly as possible, so that he could avoid any other attacks. Then he came to his feet, as quickly as possible.

He shook his damaged leg, tested his balance, and then, seeing that he could still move well, he began planning his next move. He should have realized it wouldn't have been so easy to defeat a Mandalorian before moving so rashly. Now he was wounded, and that was a disadvantage he couldn't afford to hold for too long in this fight. His anger already rising, he launched into a series of punches all aimed for the chest or stomach area, and then finished with a slug with his gauntleted-fist aimed for the man's throat. As he did that, his eyes roamed around the area, taking in every detail as he planned his more... expansive moves.

 

[Djak Mikos]

The bounty hunter was angry now, and limping. Chace slung his rifle around to his back and prepared for action. As the man charged with a flurry of punches, Chad retreated, slapping aside the longer swings, letting the nongauntleted punches bounce harmlessly off his beskar. When the power-punch came through, he slipped the blow with a deep step forward with his left foot, and brought his knee up towards the bounty hunter's lower belly.

His left hand fell to his belt as he did so, fingers wrapping around the hilt of a short vibro-blade. His right arm was up in a guard, forcing the punching arm up slightly to unbalance the bounty hunter.

 

[Cyril Khan]

No sounds of blaster fire came from the building. Either that meant that the prey escaped or that they decided to fight with less effective weapons. It was true that a vibrosword was more fair than a scatter gun, but since when did killing have to be fair? No one wants to die, and the worthy fighter was the man who was smart enough not to take a round to the chest. Anyone who couldn't handle dirty tricks has no right to call theirself a warrior.

Buying the safest looking pallie, Aryl walked down an alley way. If the target escaped, that meant there was a second entrance to the building. If there wasn't one, the place was a deathtrap. The bodyguard would fight for his life; he was cornered and had only one place to go. Only an idiot would charge through that door against a guy armed with a blaster in that instance. That's just asking to get shot.

Light tan walls continued endlessly. It was like any other building on this planet. The windows and doors were kept to a minimum to conserve the cool air inside. This job was too dangerous to handle with simplistic strategies. If the bodyguard wasn't man enough to take a shot at everyone coming at the door, every other bounty hunter would be fighting to take the prize. Who in their right mind would turn down fifteen thousand when it's asking for the taking?

Perhaps the pile of corpses scared them off. It's hard to ignore the fact that one man killed a squad of hunters. No one would bother him for now, but he'd better hope that not a single one of them worked for a well known Hutt. Having completed his walk around the building, Aryl concluded the only was in was through the suicide door. Step through there, if the bodyguard didn't put a bolt in him the other hunter would. No point being that bold yet.

He stepped over a Rodian corpse and took a bite out of his pallie. It was terrible.

 

[shenjo97]

Krex took the full force of the blow, digging in his feet to stop himself from being forced back. He saw the bodyguard's left hand drop towards a vibroknife, and his right come up to try and block any more punching strikes. He realized that now was a good time to employ some Martial Arts techniques. Thinking quickly, he ducked down and then kicked out with his leg in a sweeping move, attempting to take the Mandalorian's legs out from underneath him. His eyes watched the bodyguard's hand that was approaching the vibroknife while his kick came forward.

"I really need to upgrade this gauntlet..." he muttered, a fact that was completely true. Although most people believed that a gauntlet like this one would also include poison or electricity in it's punches, it had absolutely no extra effects such as that. It was simply a punching-weapon, and that wouldn't be as effective against Mandalorian armor as it would even other heavy armor. That fact was obvious from the ache and sting in his un-gauntleted hand, which had struck the bodyguard's heavy armor several times. He didn't need any other proof that his opponent wasn't going down easily.

 

[Djak Mikos]

Chace's striking leg came back to plant, and promptly shot out from under him. The warrior landed heavily on his jetpack, teeth baring in anger. Enough of this, he swore.

Rolling to his left, Chace came up in a guard, knife hand forward. On his right vambrace, his mini-rocket lit green in preparation. Chace didn't want to use it, he might need it later, but he also knew that if he didn't win soon there might not be a later.

Instead of continuing his offensive, Chace took a good stance and waited for the other man to make the next move. Obviously the bounty hunter had had formal martial arts training, Chace didn't like the idea of playing into a setup move that would incapacitate him.

In his hand, the vibro-blade hummed reassuringly.

 

[Cyril Khan]

A crowd had formed to watch the brawl inside, making it difficult to move anywhere near the entrance. No one stopped to investigate the dead. The idea of spectating a fight to the death was much more amusing to the wanderers in the streets. As long as they didn't catch a stray bullet, it was another way to pass the time until they could go on their way. Spaceports tended to be rather dull outside of the cantinas.

"Any idea what's goin on?" Aryl chewed while he spoke. The wolfman next to him grunted as the garble words enter his ear. He stepped away and frowned. The bounty hunter spilled juice all over him as he ate. Aryl gave the thug a big smile. The Shistavanen looked like he was ready to jump in, but both parties scared him.

"Hows to 500, here and now..." Jiggling the coins in his hands, the grin on Aryl's face widened. The wolfman's eyes widened at the thought of payment. "If you throw that there Sullustan in there."

Snatching the coins from his hand, the Shistavanen chuckled haughtily and pushed his way through the crowd. The Sullustan's dark eyes became huge as he rose from the ground. A few seconds later he was flying through the air. His feet his the wall near the door. He span wildly though the opening. The wolfman had vanished. A hole of knocked over spectators revealed his path.