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Fear. The entire moon reeked of it. How sentient beings could stand to live in the foul deeps of Nar Shaddaa, she'd never understand. While one of her own safe houses rested on one of the lower levels of the Hutt-controlled moon, hers was kept in a constant state of impeccable cleanliness by multiple droids. Mjolla walked the lower streets at a brisk pace, seeming to try and outrun the filth.
To any who saw her, tonight, the assassin would appear as just another denizen of the deep dark. Her standard combat attire was covered by a huge trench coat and wide-brimmed hat. Both were purposefully stained in a few areas to give them a more dingy feel. Underneath the coat, however, Mjolla wore a veritable arsenal of weaponry. Twin ST-3 Ripper Pistols at her hips in quick-draw holsters, a vibroblade short sword down her spine, a Mandalorian HCR across her chest, and a heavier Lawbreaker pulse rifle across her back. A trio of G10 hand grenades lined her belt, along with spare ammunition and a pair of vibroblade knives. A single SC40 detpack sat low on her back. Her typical assortment when heading into a firefight. She also used her patented dummy-arms, cheap plastic limbs that could fill the sleeves of her coat while she hid her actual arms underneath and nearer to her weapons.
As the woman neared her destination, a pair of large thugs blocked her path. Two Trandoshans, actually, armed with large repeating blasters, and they looked angry.
"Halt, woman," one demanded. The other hefted his weapon, pointing it toward Mjolla.
"Please," Mjolla scoffed, not stopping, "I'm here to see Garrit. He's expecting me."
The Trandoshan aiming at her hesitated a moment, his aim faltering. It was just long enough for Mjolla to draw one of her pistols, poke the end of the barrel out from beneath her coat, and fire twice. A slug entered each of the Trandoshans' reptilian skulls while the assassin simply continued her forward progress. She knew that her target's little gang would have a spotter backing-up these guys, and simply waited for him to move. She saw a small Chandra-Fan raise what looked to be a commlink to his mouth, but the assassin did not hesitate. A knife flew from beneath the woman's overcoat and buried itself in the short sentient's eye-socket.
Then Mjolla halted, turned around, and retreated. She hired a taxi and rode to the opposing side of her destination. It was public knowledge that her target had a hidden safe house somewhere on Nar Shaddaa, but few knew where it was. The slightly humorous thing was that Mjolla did know because she'd picked it out for him. It was an abandoned warehouse, with a hidden basement level that doubled as a bit of a fortress. She'd even plotted the defensive arrangements for the warehouse/safe house, as Mjolla herself had used Garrit on a previous job. In return for his services, Mjolla had utilized her extensive knowledge to aid in the small-time gang leader's defensive arrangements, on top of what she was paying him. It was sheer irony that it would be Mjolla herself that would be hunting the Nikto.
Now on the opposing side of the warehouse from where she started, Mjolla approached the gang compound relatively casually. While she may have arranged for the defenses herself, Mjolla did not have a hand in picking the gang members. At the first sign of a threat, the guards would converge on the enemy's location. Predictable. As such, Mjolla simply walked to the warehouse, only stopping once to silence a straggler.
Outside the warehouse, Mjolla planted the detpack in a weather-drain next to the rundown main entrance before running around to the other side. She scaled the side of the building with a pair of magnetic grips, and was soon staring through one of the thin transparisteel windows. While the majority of the "outer" defense guards had rushed to attack her, or where they thought she was, the "inner" guards had diligently maintained the defenses for their compound.
"Predictable," Mjolla muttered quietly, shaking her head as she activated the detpack's detonator.