- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Kuat - What a horrid place the planet had become. F2O2 stood on top of an office building that was currently having its occupants, furniture, and assorted materials moved out by labor droids. Nobody had even glanced at him as he'd climbed the stairs to the roof access and let himself up. The business had gone under due to the recent economic downswing caused by the freaking shipyard being bombed into oblivion. The single largest employer on the planet had suffered the worst corporate tragedy in living memory. Fragments of the Drive Yards were still occasionally lighting up the sky at night as they fell to the planet. The suicides hadn't quite stopped yet either.
So here F2 was, leaning against a roof-mounted HVAC unit, peering though a pair of macronoculars. He peered down a windswept street at an old, three-story browncrete, home of one Soma Vhan. She was the ex-wife of Theron. The cause of the divorce wasn't clear in the public records, but F2 was betting on the whole going traitor thing being part of it. He was attempting to discern a habit of hers. When she left in the morning, when she came home in the evening, when she went to bed, woke up, all of that. Then he could either interrogate her on where Theron might be located, or kidnap her and use her as bait to lure Theron into a trap or submission.
Of course, she was his ex-wife, but that was a detail F2 could overcome. His circuits were processing the problem as he stood there. The sun hung low in the sky, and cast orange and pink hues across the clouds. It would be dark soon, and F2 would have enough data on Soma to decide on a course of action. It was odd. Normally he wouldn't bounty hunt, but the reward for this guy's capture alive was astronomical. The materials he could acquire nudged the associated risks of a Bounty hunt into the "totally worth it" value. It was simple finance. The earlier he was able to invest value into his goals, the more valuable that investment would be in the future.
@Sreeya
So here F2 was, leaning against a roof-mounted HVAC unit, peering though a pair of macronoculars. He peered down a windswept street at an old, three-story browncrete, home of one Soma Vhan. She was the ex-wife of Theron. The cause of the divorce wasn't clear in the public records, but F2 was betting on the whole going traitor thing being part of it. He was attempting to discern a habit of hers. When she left in the morning, when she came home in the evening, when she went to bed, woke up, all of that. Then he could either interrogate her on where Theron might be located, or kidnap her and use her as bait to lure Theron into a trap or submission.
Of course, she was his ex-wife, but that was a detail F2 could overcome. His circuits were processing the problem as he stood there. The sun hung low in the sky, and cast orange and pink hues across the clouds. It would be dark soon, and F2 would have enough data on Soma to decide on a course of action. It was odd. Normally he wouldn't bounty hunt, but the reward for this guy's capture alive was astronomical. The materials he could acquire nudged the associated risks of a Bounty hunt into the "totally worth it" value. It was simple finance. The earlier he was able to invest value into his goals, the more valuable that investment would be in the future.
@Sreeya