Ask Coruscant The Down Below

[Jett Yalaz]

Jett was not a fan of the core. To clean, to many rules and laws. He especially didn't like Coruscant. The level after level of cities stacked atop one another. People packed in on one another. Corruption, murder, treachery were rampant. Then there were the criminals. It was like Nar Shaddaa, except less gambling, pretty slave girls, and the Hutt odor.

Much as the Orcolan disliked being in the core. He was also hardly in a place to refuse a paying gig. Especially a gig that paid in favors as well as coin. With that in mind, Jett now stood in the armory of the Corellian embassy. Looking over the meager offerings left over by the security firm for which he was now replacing to finish a job.

The task left undone by the firm was to enter the tunnels below the embassy and rid them of whatever pests were blocking the tunnel's exit. Should the need arise for the Ambassador to flee out the back, rather then face the mob or the news outlets. It sounded simple enough, but then the firm quit the job suddenly. Stating the the job wasn't work the risk. Apparently they were not as hungry as an Orc.

@Faded

 

[Romeo Solus]

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Romeo didn't particularly have any ill based feelings towards the core; for the most part, he thought the hustling and bustling nature of the bigger cities were a stark contrast to the slow paced world of Mandalore, albeit refreshing sometimes. It didn't have quite the pretty slave girls as lets say some Hutt infested worlds, but he didn't mind the occasional woman with some sass and free will of her own. Variety was the spice of life.

Returning back to Clan Solus, Romeo had spent most of the past few months in rebuilding efforts and as such, needed as many credits as possible. And so, a job offering some coin and some favors with the President hopeful, wasn't a bad idea. Romeo's armored form advanced slowly into the embassy's armory where he would pair up with his partner for this assignment. He had made some arrangements with the local broadcasting company and so a few reporters were waiting on the outside for the duo. Slightly chuckle as he came into view, his arms folded across his chest as he spoke.

"Sexy green beast.."

Romeo teased towards the Orc, before moving into the armory behind the Bounty Hunter and checking out the armaments for himself. Romeo's twin matte black pistols were at his side as were some of his other melee weapons so one might have wondered what he was doing. But knowing Mandalorians, no amount of weapons would be enough to satisfy their satiable appetite for firepower.

Gloved hands moved over what appeared as a large weapons' case, before yanking the lock and chain off its clasp. Opening the lid, he said, "Well, would you look at that...Never thought they'd keep one of these in Corellia..." He lifted the weapon out of its case, showing the rifle to the Orc.

"You know what this is? I been scavenging the galaxy for one of these.."

@Taz

 

[Jett Yalaz]

Perhaps lost in his own head. Jett had not heard the other man approach before hearing the monotone voice barking from the helmet. To which the Orc turned to find an armor clad Mandalorian. Causing the larger humanoid to simply grumble and raise a brow.

Returning his attention to the armory for the moment, Jett turned back to the racks. The Orcolan did not have the cultural hunger for weapons as his counterpart did. But he was aware that his rifle and pistol, though time tested and reliable, would not be enough. However he could not resist the Mando's sudden interest in a case, when the other merc opened it however, Jett just scoffed.

"We're going into tunnels filled with only the gods know, and you want to bring that?" Jett mused. Then took a step over to and plucked two weapons that seemed more appropriate for the task at hand. The first was a "sword" weapon perfect for the mission and his image. Which he quickly tested before sheathing and strapping to his back. Then came the Clone War era Z-6 repeater. "That, is a not bad. But this," Jett said, lifting the sizable rotary weapon, "This is a weapon for clearing tunnels."

With that, Jett then grabbed a couple of frag grenades and a breaching charge. Just in case. Along with enough several power cells for Z6-6 as well as his own. The Orcolan waited a whole five count for the other mercenary to gather what he wanted, and then began to make his way toward the sealed door. Completely unaware of the local press which would be waiting for them around the corner.

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[Romeo Solus]

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Romeo lofted a brow as the Orc criticized his weapon choice and then brandished what appeared to be a chainsaw. "Oh shit?.." He muttered, visibly impressed by the hunter's armament selection and then second guessing his own choice. Romeo lifted the blaster rifle out of its case and held it in his hands for a moment, right index finger scratching the top of his helm as a man in thought.

"I would usually let you do most of the brutality and delegate myself for precision. But perhaps...I'll have some more fun as well." Strapping the Vortex over his back, he reached for several of the Flame Projectors that hoisted on the wall mounts. "Just in case we need to burn some shit.." He said.

Once he also had gathered his gear, Romeo walked a few paces behind the Orc as they exited the armor and towards the sealed door. Sliding it open, a gust of wind hit his armored face along with the sudden flash of camera lights and ushering of voices.

"Hunters!" Yelled a pretty Pantoran reporter, holding her microphone towards Jett. "Is it true that Mayor Antilles is finally putting an end to the speculated infestation beneath our embassy." Her finely decorated nails slowly ran across Jett's chest in an affectionate and flirtatious manner. The display would obviously make Romeo a bit jealous, as the Mandalorian wanted to tap Pantaroan ass for some time now.

"You must be so brave.." The reporter whispered to the Orc..

@Taz

 

[Jett Yalaz]

He would never verbally admit it, but Jett was pleased that the could impress a Mandalorian of his choice of weaponry. Apparently to such a degree, that the mando had to add to his own selection. Seeing the armored warrior pickup a flame projector, Jett would give his own praise. "Hmm, that'll do nicely."

As the flash of still white lights and a hovering observation droid filled his path. Jett found himself wishing he had the Mandalorian's armor. At first he left out a kind of grumble of irritation. Mostly at the buzzing droid near his head. However, he could not deny the woman reporter was indeed very attractive.

"Yes, Mayor @Garr Antilles of Coronet City has personally hired us to investigate the problem under the embassy. Using his own funds, to save tax payers. " Jett spoke in his lowest but stern tone. The last part was a lie but even the Orc mercenary knew it sounded good to voters. Plus if the human heard it, he might toss in a few more credits. Either way the reporter was eating it up.

To reporter's other comment whispered in his ear. "I am Orcolan. We are born warriors." He said loud enough to the cameras to hear then leaned into the woman's ear. "and lovers." Giving the woman a rye smile. Which given his larger tusks could have also been a bit intimidating.

With that, Jett armed the rotary blaster and began to make his way into the doorway to the tunnels. If the Mando wished to add to the statement he could. But the Orc was not waiting. There was work to be done and something in the tunnels they could kill.

@Faded