[The Exchange]Who Wants to be the Killer!

[Aaron Corinth]

"...and here's your host ladies and gentlemen," a voice spoke over the loud speaker.

"Good evening, I will be your host tonight as we have a very special program coming to the Exchange holonet. Plucked from the arms of the rebel faction, a troublemaker of the Exchange has been found and has been left on Endor. Four of our most prestigious agents and killers will be on the hunt. The prize today is for the loot on the man's body as well as a 500,000 credit bounty that was placed on his head. We have camera droids watching the action and we will keep you informed," the host finished as the four ships carrying the participants headed towards the planet's surface.
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What could only be described as sheer terror was the only emotion Aaron could feel. His ship had been attacked in indie space and he had no idea who was responsible. A black hood and stun cuffs had been put on the man and he was transported in silence. The pilots hadn't even spoken and the silence, alone to his thoughts, was beginning to tear at his resolve.

He would not give any information up as the Rebellion was still not recognized and the last thing it needed was to be discovered. He fell asleep, a very unrestful and worrisome sleep as he was mostly standing upright with little room to maneuver and thinking of what was going to happen. Rough hands grabbed him and drug him along a ship. A rather large ship judged by the amount of time it took to get to their destination. He was forced to his knees and what he assumed was a blaster was held to his head. He didn't move a muscle as he contemplated what could have happened to lead to these events.

"Well, I'm sure you are wondering what led you to be here," a rather harsh female voice asked.

The man said nothing and the woman continued, "Well, let me remind you, Ryloth and Naboo, the operations that you fizzled, happened to be ours and now you will pay the price with your life."

A wave of understanding passed over him as he realized who was controlling his fate. He had only heard stories of what had happened to people under the care of the company and he estimated his fate would be the same. The fear left in place of acceptance and he said the only thing that could come to his mind. "Just kill me," he stated with almost no emotion thinking of the woman he was going to leave behind.

"Well now, what would the fun in that be," the woman replied before he felt a blow to the back of the head and everything went black.
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He awoke quite some time later face down in the dirt of what appeared to be a forest. He stood, feeling slightly woozy. He had been allowed his equipment, the sword and vibroblades giving him a certain comfort. He listened quietly to the sounds of the forest and the wind blowing through the trees. It would almost be serene if he was in a different position. He knew the company wouldn't just let him go, but the question was what was going to happen next? Wild animals, rogue bounty hunters, imperials, the thoughts rushed to his mind as he walked aimlessly west.

He walked for a short ways before coming to a stream and an apparent fork in the road. He reached down, utilizing a survival tip he had learned from his stint with the rebellion and grasped some of the wet, blackish clay like mud and smeared lines across his face, giving it some camouflage among the greenery of the forest.

He took a long drink of the small stream, not really caring what might be in it as he continued the trek west. With hope he would reach some kind of shelter before nightfall. Thus far, he had only seen trees and more trees. He had yet to see the wild animals, but as with any forest there would be some kind of predator and he had not intention of meeting it. Almost nightfall he heard the buzzing of what he could only assume was a droid. He looked around to find a small droid toting a camera keeping an eye on him. He shook his head thinking, my death is going to be a broadcasted amusement. I wish whoever or whatever is coming after me luck He found a somewhat sheltered area created from a fallen tree and hunkered down within. He curled up almost invisible to anyone not looking right at him and went to sleep. If anything, it would be true that he would need his rest for what was to come.

 

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Armand was simply told by the Exchange that there would be entertainment to be had for clients, and that'd he'd like the challenge. Also pay. That was good enough for the merc. As his clunky old starfighter found a clearing, he did his best to set it down. Unfortunately, he took a lot of shrubbery down with it. "Frack." He'd say, almost mechanically and open the cockpit pod. He'd groggily step out, as he was just waking up from his nap when he entered atmosphere. Armand recalled the details of the target. "Aaron Corinth! Come step out into the clear! Die honorably or your captors will probably just firebomb the forest until you're dead!" No response, he figured.

Armand shut his eyes and focused on the force, trying to sense a presence in the jungle. He couldn't find an exact one, but he had a good feeling about going West. With that, he made a 90 degree turn and started casually walking that way. Even in this casual and relaxed walk, any force sensitives could tell that he was excited, on edge, and ready to draw at any time.

 

[Lindgart]

Kelkar had studied Aaron's Corinth file yet another time. In his mind Kelkar anticipated the hunt. He had only agreed on doing it by the solely reason it seemed somehow important to Mack. He had asked her how she wanted it to be done and she had answered "Slow and painful, He was the cause for the delays of our business growth." However, the Chiss thought he sensed something else there. The second thing he agreed upon was he would do it anonymously. She would have to refer to him by an alias. It was going to be taped and no matter how much he trusted her assurance only the top brass would know who would be participating, the mere existence of the holo material was a weak link. Additionally, if it leaked somehow, at least the Chiss intended to keep his true identity unknown for many – some obvious, some not – reasons.

The nondescript YT-1300 shredded the planet skies. A large area was marked as the hunting territory. All he had to do was to choose a place where to start from. His hand was in the yoke, however, it was the Force, not his will who ordered the destination. The planet was abundant in life and he sensed a myriad of life forms in a general intensity. Instead of trying and isolating each one, which as an impractical task. His mind probed in other places. It was something he had yet to refine but was the last lesson his old tutor had left him. The Chiss searched in the fabric of the Force for a point where destiny, energy, mystical coincidence or you name it, occurred. It was something Force User did for millennia and now it was Kelkar's time. The ability required years of practice and the Chiss still sensed barely the surface of what was the infinite network from the fabric of the Force. All he could sense at some point of his pattern flight was a faint stomach discomfort. Being it fruit of his imagination or not, he told his companion droid to land the ship.

Moments later a hooded figure clad in customized – basically the armour had been coated with shadowsilk - Taskmaster armour with a shadowsilk cloak worn over it, left the ship. He watched as the droid immediately took off carrying his order to survey the area with the sensors ship. He was to inform Kelkar if any sentient was spotted. From the ground Kelkar looked around and choose the top of a 3 meter tall stone to sit cross-legged and concentrate. The hunt had begun...