Hardy entered the transportation subway which was mostly empty besides maybe three a four other strangers. The tram was going to take him to an elevator that would bring the large masked man from level 82 up to the uppermost levels of Coruscant where he would kill a certain corrupt business man who was in charge of marketing and real-estate for condos and apartments on the upper levels. Hardy was covered almost completely by his very stylish leather bomber trench coat, which hid his Mandalorian armor that was covered in Death Watch insignias along with his heavy blaster rifle and his pneumatic fists on his forearms. He was carrying a brief case in his left hand, which looked like just another brief case on the outside, but inside held the pieces to his Assassin's Rifle that he was going to use to kill his target.
Death was...natural, necessary, and just. It was not picky as to who it took nor how it took them. Death was to be feared- only the smartest beings in the life feared death. Some, however, let it become a weakness and allow that fear to control their every action. Hardy was able to temper that fear and use it to improve his being rather let it degrade him. That was Hardy's greatest fear- letting his fear control him and becoming a paranoid psychopath who willing wore a straight jacket and hid himself in a rubber room. The strange Mandalorian hated things that brought your mental and physical strength down to that of a womp rat. He did not drink alcohol and smoking was absolute suicide for the man with damaged lungs. It was why he wore the mask.
Hardy was well aware of the surgery he could get to cure his condition, but he found that his mask could be used as more of just a tool of life saving. People avoided wanting to piss him off or avoided him all together because of it's added intimidation to the already intimidating figure. Like Hardy, it was big and bulky and unafraid of showing everyone it's purpose. Three of the four normal passengers were avoiding staring at him now that he decided to stare back at them. They sheepishly looked away and acted as if nothing happened, like a child eating cookies from the cookie jar red handed.
All did this...but one. It was a woman. A woman Hardy had seen before and done research on in case he needed to kill her in the name of Death Watch.
Ceris Odrosess.
New Republic naval Captain, working under Grand Admiral Brum. What was she doing down barely beneath the glistening cities of Coruscant? Hardy did not want to press that matter. He simply gave her a more curious stare, wondering if he could use her to his advantage for a while. She was Coruscant military royalty. Maybe her status could help him get to a good vantage point to kill Mr. Hass and potential knock down two birds with one stone with Ms. Odrosess.
"Good evening, Captain." He said, his brilliant blue eyes continuing to study her. She carried only one weapon- a small blaster pistol -and looked fit enough to handle herself in a fight against a common thug, but Hardy was no common thug. He was all that remained of Death Watch! A mercenary who escaped two prisons and planned on escaping another as a way of shoving certain organizations' reputations down the drain. Of course, he masked his escapes with prison riots, but his face would bring up quite a long criminal record if Ceris plugged through any government criminal database. "How was your last senate meeting?" Hardy asked casually, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.
He wasn't interested in politics in the slightest- Hardy resented politicians the most. But this was probably the best conversation starter he could think of.
@Altaria
Death was...natural, necessary, and just. It was not picky as to who it took nor how it took them. Death was to be feared- only the smartest beings in the life feared death. Some, however, let it become a weakness and allow that fear to control their every action. Hardy was able to temper that fear and use it to improve his being rather let it degrade him. That was Hardy's greatest fear- letting his fear control him and becoming a paranoid psychopath who willing wore a straight jacket and hid himself in a rubber room. The strange Mandalorian hated things that brought your mental and physical strength down to that of a womp rat. He did not drink alcohol and smoking was absolute suicide for the man with damaged lungs. It was why he wore the mask.
Hardy was well aware of the surgery he could get to cure his condition, but he found that his mask could be used as more of just a tool of life saving. People avoided wanting to piss him off or avoided him all together because of it's added intimidation to the already intimidating figure. Like Hardy, it was big and bulky and unafraid of showing everyone it's purpose. Three of the four normal passengers were avoiding staring at him now that he decided to stare back at them. They sheepishly looked away and acted as if nothing happened, like a child eating cookies from the cookie jar red handed.
All did this...but one. It was a woman. A woman Hardy had seen before and done research on in case he needed to kill her in the name of Death Watch.
Ceris Odrosess.
New Republic naval Captain, working under Grand Admiral Brum. What was she doing down barely beneath the glistening cities of Coruscant? Hardy did not want to press that matter. He simply gave her a more curious stare, wondering if he could use her to his advantage for a while. She was Coruscant military royalty. Maybe her status could help him get to a good vantage point to kill Mr. Hass and potential knock down two birds with one stone with Ms. Odrosess.
"Good evening, Captain." He said, his brilliant blue eyes continuing to study her. She carried only one weapon- a small blaster pistol -and looked fit enough to handle herself in a fight against a common thug, but Hardy was no common thug. He was all that remained of Death Watch! A mercenary who escaped two prisons and planned on escaping another as a way of shoving certain organizations' reputations down the drain. Of course, he masked his escapes with prison riots, but his face would bring up quite a long criminal record if Ceris plugged through any government criminal database. "How was your last senate meeting?" Hardy asked casually, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.
He wasn't interested in politics in the slightest- Hardy resented politicians the most. But this was probably the best conversation starter he could think of.
@Altaria
