- Joined
- Mar 17, 2015
- Messages
- 528
- Reaction score
- 14
No killing in this thread, please!
Place: Capital City of Argazda
Time: Midday
Time: Midday
Devhun Ballesse pulled his hood up to cover his head as he made his way through the crowded market. He was a wanted man and he knew it, which was why he had chosen this particular planet to hide out on. It was well known for being a place that was pro slavery, and any place that was pro slavery tended to turn at least a partial blind eye towards those who were the criminal sort. He had been going from planet to planet and taking out a loan with anyone who would hear him out, using fake names and even giving up some faked documentation on 'collatteral', and then using the acquired funds to purchase explosives. He was something of a terrorist, his bombs exploding not on military targets but rather in the food supplies of the citizens of the Sith Empire, and had caused quite a few casualties and injuries on so-called 'innocents'. He had never viewed his actions as immoral, he was only fighting the enemy in his own way. He came to a stop at a holo-station and sat down to get in contact with his network, to see where his next target would be.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lairiel stepped off the transport and in to the spaceport, her armor left behind today in preference of some civilian-like clothes that would help her blend in a bit better. With her rifle slung over her shoulder and a blaster pistol secured to her hip it wasn't likely she would escape everyone's notice, but she would have need of the rifle this day if all went according to plan, and could not leave it behind. She pulled out a datapad and took a few minutes getting used to the lay of the land; this was her first visit to the city and she didn't know her way around. She wasn't quite used to cities in the first place, having grown up on a farm and then entering work as a mercenary had kept her out of them, except for visiting. She would have preferred not to enter this city either, but there was a man who was attacking civilian farming equipment and he had been spotted in the area. While her own family had not yet been effected, Devhun Ballesse had recently been targeting her own homeworld, and she would not stand for it. When the call had been put out to put a stop to this man, she had readily volunteered. Her fingers manipulated the information on the datapad and a hologram of the man in question appeared. He was a human in fairly nondescript clothing, with dark hair and a scar on his right cheek that should make him stand out in most people's eyes.
Her feet started to move again, carrying her towards one of the local cantinas. Her next step was going to have to be footwork, as she didn't have some extensive spy network to call on. Instead she would go from one bar to the next, bringing up the hologram and asking the bartenders if they had seen the man. A few credits to help their memories recollect was usually all it took, and then she was moving on to the next one. It would be a long road, by her figuring, in order to find him and put him down.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lairiel stepped off the transport and in to the spaceport, her armor left behind today in preference of some civilian-like clothes that would help her blend in a bit better. With her rifle slung over her shoulder and a blaster pistol secured to her hip it wasn't likely she would escape everyone's notice, but she would have need of the rifle this day if all went according to plan, and could not leave it behind. She pulled out a datapad and took a few minutes getting used to the lay of the land; this was her first visit to the city and she didn't know her way around. She wasn't quite used to cities in the first place, having grown up on a farm and then entering work as a mercenary had kept her out of them, except for visiting. She would have preferred not to enter this city either, but there was a man who was attacking civilian farming equipment and he had been spotted in the area. While her own family had not yet been effected, Devhun Ballesse had recently been targeting her own homeworld, and she would not stand for it. When the call had been put out to put a stop to this man, she had readily volunteered. Her fingers manipulated the information on the datapad and a hologram of the man in question appeared. He was a human in fairly nondescript clothing, with dark hair and a scar on his right cheek that should make him stand out in most people's eyes.
Her feet started to move again, carrying her towards one of the local cantinas. Her next step was going to have to be footwork, as she didn't have some extensive spy network to call on. Instead she would go from one bar to the next, bringing up the hologram and asking the bartenders if they had seen the man. A few credits to help their memories recollect was usually all it took, and then she was moving on to the next one. It would be a long road, by her figuring, in order to find him and put him down.