The Capture

[Finbar800]

Kot Prudii stood in the Drop-Out cantina on Coruscant. He was dressed in a dark cloak. The cloak was there to conceal his armor and indentity. He walked slowly around. It was crowded because of the Grav-Ball game. As he walked around he towered above everyone else by at least a foot. The reason why he was here was he had a contact. This contact would give him info to a Jedi, and Kot wanted the Jedi.

Kot was a Taung. He was actually son of Mandalore, but that didn't matter. What mattered was his skills. He was part of the Ori'Ramikad. The Ori'Ramikad was a group of the most talented Taung soldiers. They would under go a training program which 90% of the trainees either died from or they dropped out.

Kot wanted the Jedi. He would turn him in to Tusa the Hutt. The money would be given to the Taung Military so it could grow. Kot also wanted a prize. The Jedi's lighsaber. Kot needed a prize. It was a long time since he had one.

He walked through the bar looking for the contact. Then Kot heard someone from behind say, "Hey. You. Prudii. Get over here." Kot turned around. The contact sat in the back of the cantina. Kot couldn't distinguish what he looked like, but he started to walk to the man.

(( To join PM me. You can be the contact or the Jedi if you want. ))

 

[ClampdownMarch]

"Hey. You. Prudii. Get over here."

Raske Shrax sat in the shadows of the corner of the bar, leaning comfortably back on the beaten chair he was sitting in, his helmet under one arm, the other hand ushering the mysterious cloaked Taung over to him. Raske was eager to get the job over with, he was simply a middle man, payed a small amount by a seedy human dressed in a similar black cloak to the Taung wandering over to him through the rowdy crowd watching the Gravball game. He had been waiting for an hour to deliver his message, sitting at the bar, keeping an eye out for a cloaked Taung. Raske would take any work, seeming as the fact that he was Zeltron made most people doubt his capabilities as a mercenary. Though relieved to have almost finished his job, deep down he inside, Raske was hoping this would be his chance to get involved in the Hutt War. After months of small jobs, this could be his break.

 

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Kot began to walk towards the figure in the back. He noticed the man was a Zeltron. When was the last time I saw one of those he thought. Kot sat down at the table. He shoved his huge legs under. It was tight for him, but he was ok.

"Do you have the info?" asked Kot.

 

[ClampdownMarch]

The huge figure of the Taung towered over the slightly bewildered Zeltron. Though there wasn't too much of a difference in height, the Taung species had always made Raske uneasy. He sat up, as if snapping out of a dream.

"Yeah, I've got it... But how do I know you're the guy I'm looking for?"

Replied Raske Shrax, reaching for his concealed Q2 Blaster Pistol under the table, ready to blow away this ominous figure if it was indeed an impostor. If he gave the information to the wrong guy, Raske could end up losing his cash and his life...

 

[Djak Mikos]

The verdant Twi'lek male in the booth alone wolfed his food hungrily. Creds were scarce, and he had to make each one count. He polished off his plate, winked at the human waitress, and signalled a refill. Three empty plates sat next to him, and his bet with the manager was almost in the bag. If he knocked off two more, the establishment would pay for it.

Ac'craddon was fit, fit enough to be the envy of any humanoid male, and an object of attraction for humanoid women. His constant workouts weren't, however, for aesthetic reasons. Ac'craddon was a Twi'lek on a mission.

He was only one being, but he was still one being. He couldn't fix everything--those who tried usually fell victim to their own ambition--but he could fix something. And right then, it was the waitress. A very sexy Twi'lek female, clad in tightfitting semitransparents as was usual among such circumstances. He smiled as she brought out the next plate, and again reached out through the Force.

Yes, there it was. He'd caught a glimpse of it several times, but her figure had always distracted him. This time he closed his eyes and looked.

There was a small device imbedded between her lekku.

That told him all he needed to know. She was a slave, owned lekku to toenails by the fat proprieter. Ac'craddon gritted his own pointed teeth before digging into the food. Not for long, he vowed.

Someone entered the door, and Ac'craddon reached out again, trying to get a sense of the person before he physically saw him. The being was tall, taller than anyone else in the cantina, and he had the sense of a stalking predator.

Being a predator himself, Ac'craddon knew that there was seldom a predator without prey. He concentrated on the other's thoughts, his intentions...

And the Force burned in warning. This being represented danger, to Ac'craddon personally. The alarm was so insistant that the Twi'lek opened his eyes, instantly looking ahead through the Aing-Tii flow-walking arts.

The future was difficult to see, there being so many possible catalysts in the room, but Ac'craddon was able to glean one very important fact: He wasn't likely to be seen till he shifted to leave the booth. At the moment, a Cerean in the booth behind him combined with a decorative plant pot to screen him from the hunter's line of sight. Though how long a grace he had, Ac'craddon wasn't sure.

And this, Crad, boy, is why you shouldn't try for a date.

His left hand crept down for his lightsaber, while his other kept shovelling food into his mouth as if nothing was wrong.

 

[Finbar800]

Kot laughed. To prove he was the one, Kot pulled open his cloak to reveal his Taung armor. It was a bunch of green plates attached together. These weren't ordinary plates. These were made out of Mandalorian Iron. Mandalorian Iron is super strong, blaster resistant, and lightsaber resistant. Perfect for the job. The only way he could get hit would be where the plates didn't cover him. Like the neck.

"Is that enough proof?" he asked?

 

[ClampdownMarch]

"Y-y-yes, Sir... I was under orders to check before telling you, you must understand..."

Raske's nerves were showing through his speach. As confident as he tried to appear in front of Kot, the being still made Raske feel anxious and uncertain of how to proceed. He summed up his courage and repeated what he had been told about the Prey slowly, as to avoid stuttering.

"His name is Ac'craddon. Green Twi'lek, young- Around twenty. He's been hanging around Coruscant for a while now, and is in fact thought to be a regular at the Drop Out..."

Raske paused for a second to look around the bar nervously, as though looking for the Twi'lek.
"He's dangerous... A known hunter and killer of slavers. Carries a double-bladed red lightsaber, though be more wary of his skill with The Force...

Raske suddenly had an idea as he spoke. An idea that would get him in on this job... Zeltrons had the natural gift to realise pheromones into the air, making themselves more attractive to those around them... What if he realised a small amount of pheromones, enough to make the serious, callous Taung more friendly toward him... Then Raske would ask him if he may join this Bounty Mission... Kot would be unable to resist.

"So... Kot... Would you require any extra help in destroying this Twi'lek scumbag?"

Inquired the Zeltron and he slowly realised the small amount of Pheromones into the air.

 

[Finbar800]

Kot suddenly felt good about the Zeltron. How the hell did he do that? Oh well. He seems like a nice guy.

Kot thought about the question. "Sure. But don't expect more than 10% of the money. So he is a Twi'lek, and he comes here a lot. Quick come with me." Kot looked around. He walked away from the back of the cantina, and looked for this Jedi.

1 minute later he saw a Twi'lek sitting at a booth. This must be him.

Kot pulled out his blaster rifle and took off his cloak revealing his Taung armor.

"Prepare to die Ac'craddon, for it is me! Son of Mandalore! Member of the Ori'ramikad! And Captain of the Taung Army! I hope this is painful for you! Jedi scum!"

 

[ClampdownMarch]

The crowd watching the Gravball game suddenly screamed and started to panic, knocking into Raske as he attempted to secure his helmet onto his head whilst running forward to get a clear aim on the Twi'lek. Though glad his plan had worked, Raske was confused at how quickly events had occured. As he finally fixed his helmet on, he reached the Taung. He aimed his Hallsweeper Blaster Rifle at Ac'craddon's head. Yet, as he attempted to gain a steady aim, the now frenzied and hysteric patrons of the bar kept knocking into Raske and his Taung partner, running into them and in front of their aim. It would be so much easier for Ac'craddon to escape in this stampede.

"Damn Taungs!"

Thought Raske to himself in annoyance.

"Great warriors, but too bloody confident and wreckless!"