Ask Hunters: Taking down Grek Grasshk

[Romeo Solus]

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Coruscant, Level 1215, Local Time: 23:47 PM

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Romeo had been busy as of late, several trips to different star systems, he had hardly a moment to rest at home. Just as he thought he might have some slight downtime, his lieutenants sent him a message via commlink. A bounty? He thought to himself. Not entirely his preferred line of work these days but wars were expensive, and if their rebellion was to succeed, one thing they needed was credits. 25,000 to capture a Barabel seemed generous enough, that would lend itself a long way to financing several ammunition dealers as well as rations and resources for soldiers loyal to their cause. So as others did their train heist, he set his mark for Coruscant to bring a certain criminal to justice.

Intel led him near the Feisty Feline bar on level 1215. However, prior to scoping the actual saloon itself, Romeo rocketed himself with aid of his jetpack to the opposite building rooftop. Grabbed in his usual armor, the scatterweave distorted remnant light waves off his beskar'gam, making the Deadly Badger, even more difficult to see in the night sky. Taking a deep breath, he peered over the edge to glance at the several swoop bikes lined across the pavement. They were all modified, and he didn't have the exact depiction of modifications Grek employed on his personal vehicle. Regardless, a gut instinct told him that he had found the right spot.

Just then as Romeo reflected in his own thoughts, two more Barabel arrived in their modded swoop bikes. Revving engines loudly, a billow of smoke from the exhausts as the personal vehicles were parked in tow with the others.

"Moving in.." Romeo spoke into his comlink, drawing the twin black pistols at his side and dual wielding them. Jetpack rocketed as the armored Mandalorian quickly swooped upon the two unsuspecting criminals. The reptiles shrieked, one of them reaching for its own blaster until Romeo fired a double shot at its chest, the light trigger pull enabling double squeeze in concert. The minimal muzzle fire of his Westar still enabled little detection in night time, as the two blaster bolts downed the target quickly. "Stop" he commanded to the other one.

"Your life for information. Where's Grek?" The Barabel simply snarled in return, seemingly unwilling to give any information. Romeo tilted his head into an arrogant angle, this time speaking with an even sterner voice. "Where's Grek?"..

Little did the Badger know, he wasn't alone in this bounty.

@Altaris