[font=arial" size="1] “No.. No.. No.. Wait. Pause. Zoom in.” The Mandalorian was doing a speed-scan of the room in front of him. Since there was a large quantity of different species it was easy to tell who fit the bill. To the Auroun’s lack of luck, she was indeed a rather rare specimen. It wasn’t difficult to spot her in the bar, even if she tried to make it out like she belonged there. Well, honestly, it would have been completely possible for her to do such. But that didn’t matter right now. The Mandalorian had to think fast, as Rhailo wasn’t the only one who noticed the arrival of the Dynasty brother. They were a rather popular specimen of their own. And also had a bounty on their head by the S'zari. What a rare opportunity! Two birds with one stone? Perhaps this mission had just begun to tip the fun of the iceberg.
“Subject spotted, ten o’ clock, ten meters. Dynasty brother spotted. Three o’ clock, fifteen meters.” Perfect, he was placed between them. But Christ, the brute must have been over 14 feet tall. No wonder he had such a bounty placed on him. Needless to say, Demagol was going to need to take out the Dynasty brother first. Though his mission detailed Auroun as the primary subject, the Mandalorian could not risk any interference, especially from someone who had a bounty on their head..and looked like a small tree. At the moment Demagol was playing his options. This was going to get rough, very rough. The added group who stood behind the Dynasty brother weren’t a chief concern, but they would prove to be problems as soon as the Mandalorian opened fire. For the first time in a long time, Demagol couldn’t come up with an immediate solution.
“Fuck. This is going to get ugly.” A moment was all he gave himself to clear his head of any second thoughts that came to mind. It was go time. As he returned to his mission’s demanding mindset he immediately made his way through the crowded casino. His actions weren’t as blunt as they usually were, he just shifted through spaces, didn’t push people over or cause a scene. Not until he put himself directly between Rhailo and Jaxisher. This was it, the ultimate decision. Was Demagol physically prepared? Definitely. Was he mentally prepared? Most definitely. Was he ready for whatever the fuck was about to happen? Probably not. But fuck it, right?
“Jaxisher Dynasty..” The insignia on Demagol’s shoulder flashed underneath the loom of the overhead lights. The eyes of the Mandalorian and the Roth Khanian met. They knew one another, or at least, knew of each other. These folks were known for their brute strength, but lacked in their coordination and intelligence. Demagol would have to take advantage of that. For a moment, there was silence between the duo. The group that stood behind Jaxisher knew the Mandalorian simply by the attire he wears. Some of them showed dislike in their expressions, while others showed a visible fear. A simple nod was exchanged between the small giant and the Mandalorian. Then, the silence was broken.
“..Phoenix, what brings you to Nar Shaddaa? Are you on a hunt?” Jaxisher inquired, knowing well of Demagol’s work. He didn’t speak to the Mandalorian as if he trusted him, he knew there was a bounty on his head as well. What if the Mandalorian was actually hunting him? The idea wasn’t as farfetched as one might think. Demagol had taken on people of equal size before.
“As a matter of fact I am, Jaxisher. She’s an Auroun. I just recently tailed her into this place. I require her. Now.” Demagol spoke with demands and no fear in his tone. But it was true, he didn’t fear Jaxisher. He didn’t fear anyone. Unfortunately, the Roth Khanian didn’t seem too keen of Demagol’s demands.
“You mean to disrupt this casino with your work? I know why you’re here. You cause trouble. You think I don’t know there’s a price on my head too? Get out. Or I’ll make you.” What a challenge Demagol had been offered. But he didn’t budge. Didn’t move a muscle. His visor held staring forward at the Roth Khanian undaunted. He knew he was making a scene already. Some of the music in the casino had actually stopped and there were people staring. Bouncers didn’t know what to do. Some people even crawled underneath tables. It was a showdown, and no one wanted to be an unnecessary casualty.
“That’s a shame, Jaxisher. I won’t be leaving. The S'zari syndicate sends their greetings..” Demagol’s HUD kicked into overdrive it seemed, readings starting up all over the place. Outlines of armed individuals highlighted across his interface, the weapons they carried, how they were posed, where their hands were. Calculations popped up like a line of text. The Mandalorian soaked in all of the immediate information before he made his move the next moment. He raised his arm quickly, unexpectedly. His grappling hook was still on the underside of his arm, which meant that his dart system was up to the plate. These one weren’t blended with a specific signature so the Mandalorian would have to manually aim with aid of his HUD. It wasn’t difficult, he just couldn’t be as lazy as before. Three darts fire in succession. The first one struck one of the groupies to the left of Jaxisher right in the throat, injecting its tranquilizer toxin directly into his bloodstream. The next struck one on the right of the giant in his exposed shoulder, injecting the paralysis toxin. The third struck the groupie directly to the right of the previous, but with no immediate reaction. Demagol cursed to himself. “Fuck, third one is a signature marker.” He fired again, sending another tranquilizer dart just to the right of the last dart in question before he lost that split second of time.
Unfortunately while Demagol hastily dispatched Jaxisher’s attachments, the giant charged him. Before he could react he was bowled backward by the Roth Khanian in the form of a tackle, smashing through a couple tables and breaking chairs and glasses. The commotion caused a mass of screams as people fled the establishment in a hurry. This fucker was heavy. But Demagol hadn’t lost his wits, even as the giant attempted to smother him. Inevitably Demagol took a few hits to the body from Jaxisher, whose fists felt like steel hammers when they came down. The body shots hit mostly armor, but the Mandalorian only thought of what they’d do if they hit exposed body. He couldn’t risk that. So he taunted Jaxisher. “Come on you stupid fuck! Don’t you want to see what’s under this mask!” The Roth Khanian responded just as Demagol needed him to. While maneuvering his head from swinging fists with agility he sent in a quick jab to Jaxisher’s jawline, popping his chin upward toward the ceiling. At that same moment Demagol gripped onto the giant’s throat with one hand while bending the elbow of his other arm. The grappling hook fired upward and pierced through the ceiling, and at the same time Demagol spoke one word up to the Roth Khanian. “Soar.”
The jetpack combusted against the floor below the two, but as Demagol called in the line of the grappling hook enough space was given between the jetpack and ground for the deed to be done. The duo rocketed upward and the Mandalorian used all of the strength he could muster in his arm to slam upward with the hand which gripped Jaxisher’s throat. At the apex of their climb Demagol angled his body and threw all of his weight into the arm in question, brutally slamming Jaxisher’s head directly into the roof above. The sound of cranium striking hard metal was loud and even grimacing to the ear. In the moment the duo are hovering there at the ceiling Demagol managed to dislodge his hook from the ceiling and disengage his jet pack. Velocity becomes inverted as the duo began to crash back toward the floor of the casino. With Jaxisher stunned, and obviously heavier than the Mandalorian, Demagol was able to turn himself so that the Roth Khanian plummeted first. The hand was still gripped at the throat and as the two met the end of their fall Jaxisher was mercilessly choke-slammed against the ground.
A stunning spectacle, literally, but nothing less was expected of the Astral Phoenix. Additional groupies proved that there was no time to waste, as Demagol leapt off of the giant’s body and wheeled himself behind a turned over table to avoid blaster fire. Ironically, there she was, right in front of him. Rhailo Destros proved to be unavoidable when she was looked upon, mostly naked figure and all. The Mandalorian didn’t pay her much mind, but took another shot of her figure with his visor for tracking purposes. Seriously, it was just for tracking purposes. Immediately after he drew his WESTAR-35, took a breath, and wheeled out from behind the table. Several well-placed shots incapacitated what’s left of the groupies in the vicinity who weren’t already taken care of by Demagol’s darts. In return for taking those out the Mandalorian had been shot three times. One of the blasts reflected off of his chest plate. Mandalorian engineering strikes again! The second did the same, but from his bracer’s shield. The third, however, grazed by Demagol’s unprotected side, leaving a gash and blaster burn which forced the Mandalorian to bite his lip underneath his visor. Pain wasn’t inflicted upon him often, but it had a way of burning away his patience like a fuse. He turned his attention and pointed at Rhailo, then pointed downward. It was a wordless command for her to stay put.
Onto his next matter, Jaxisher Dynasty. The individual wasn’t dead, not yet. But heat like this wouldn’t go unnoticed and as Demagol stepped on the unconscious giant’s chest he pressed his blaster to the being’s temple before he spoke. Jaxisher had to die, his bounty said so. “You knew better, Jaxisher. You knew better.” Without a frame of hesitation he unloaded a blaster shot through one side of Jaxisher’s cranium and out the other, killing the giant where he laid. He needed something, something for proof of his work. He wasn’t going to let this bounty go to waste. So he did something that probably seemed unimaginably terrifying to all of those around him. He pulled out a small canister from his gauntlet, reached downward, and ripped one of Jaxisher’s eyeballs straight from his broken skull. After carelessly plopping the eye into the canister he placed it back into his bracer. As a means to direct attention, he also reached into a compartment and dropped a cloth to drape over the dead Roth Khanian’s face. The cloth held an insignia. The insignia of the S'zari.
After stepping off of the giant’s body a second time the Mandalorian swept around to face Rhailo Destros. He was bleeding from his side, but he didn’t pay any mind to it. Time was of the essence, now. It wouldn’t be long until word spread and more of the gang arrived. Now that he was pained, he wasn’t putting up with any bullshit. He conveniently decided to blame that entire interaction on the Auroun, because well, he could.
“Rhailo Destros.. You’re coming with me.”
“Subject spotted, ten o’ clock, ten meters. Dynasty brother spotted. Three o’ clock, fifteen meters.” Perfect, he was placed between them. But Christ, the brute must have been over 14 feet tall. No wonder he had such a bounty placed on him. Needless to say, Demagol was going to need to take out the Dynasty brother first. Though his mission detailed Auroun as the primary subject, the Mandalorian could not risk any interference, especially from someone who had a bounty on their head..and looked like a small tree. At the moment Demagol was playing his options. This was going to get rough, very rough. The added group who stood behind the Dynasty brother weren’t a chief concern, but they would prove to be problems as soon as the Mandalorian opened fire. For the first time in a long time, Demagol couldn’t come up with an immediate solution.
“Fuck. This is going to get ugly.” A moment was all he gave himself to clear his head of any second thoughts that came to mind. It was go time. As he returned to his mission’s demanding mindset he immediately made his way through the crowded casino. His actions weren’t as blunt as they usually were, he just shifted through spaces, didn’t push people over or cause a scene. Not until he put himself directly between Rhailo and Jaxisher. This was it, the ultimate decision. Was Demagol physically prepared? Definitely. Was he mentally prepared? Most definitely. Was he ready for whatever the fuck was about to happen? Probably not. But fuck it, right?
“Jaxisher Dynasty..” The insignia on Demagol’s shoulder flashed underneath the loom of the overhead lights. The eyes of the Mandalorian and the Roth Khanian met. They knew one another, or at least, knew of each other. These folks were known for their brute strength, but lacked in their coordination and intelligence. Demagol would have to take advantage of that. For a moment, there was silence between the duo. The group that stood behind Jaxisher knew the Mandalorian simply by the attire he wears. Some of them showed dislike in their expressions, while others showed a visible fear. A simple nod was exchanged between the small giant and the Mandalorian. Then, the silence was broken.
“..Phoenix, what brings you to Nar Shaddaa? Are you on a hunt?” Jaxisher inquired, knowing well of Demagol’s work. He didn’t speak to the Mandalorian as if he trusted him, he knew there was a bounty on his head as well. What if the Mandalorian was actually hunting him? The idea wasn’t as farfetched as one might think. Demagol had taken on people of equal size before.
“As a matter of fact I am, Jaxisher. She’s an Auroun. I just recently tailed her into this place. I require her. Now.” Demagol spoke with demands and no fear in his tone. But it was true, he didn’t fear Jaxisher. He didn’t fear anyone. Unfortunately, the Roth Khanian didn’t seem too keen of Demagol’s demands.
“You mean to disrupt this casino with your work? I know why you’re here. You cause trouble. You think I don’t know there’s a price on my head too? Get out. Or I’ll make you.” What a challenge Demagol had been offered. But he didn’t budge. Didn’t move a muscle. His visor held staring forward at the Roth Khanian undaunted. He knew he was making a scene already. Some of the music in the casino had actually stopped and there were people staring. Bouncers didn’t know what to do. Some people even crawled underneath tables. It was a showdown, and no one wanted to be an unnecessary casualty.
“That’s a shame, Jaxisher. I won’t be leaving. The S'zari syndicate sends their greetings..” Demagol’s HUD kicked into overdrive it seemed, readings starting up all over the place. Outlines of armed individuals highlighted across his interface, the weapons they carried, how they were posed, where their hands were. Calculations popped up like a line of text. The Mandalorian soaked in all of the immediate information before he made his move the next moment. He raised his arm quickly, unexpectedly. His grappling hook was still on the underside of his arm, which meant that his dart system was up to the plate. These one weren’t blended with a specific signature so the Mandalorian would have to manually aim with aid of his HUD. It wasn’t difficult, he just couldn’t be as lazy as before. Three darts fire in succession. The first one struck one of the groupies to the left of Jaxisher right in the throat, injecting its tranquilizer toxin directly into his bloodstream. The next struck one on the right of the giant in his exposed shoulder, injecting the paralysis toxin. The third struck the groupie directly to the right of the previous, but with no immediate reaction. Demagol cursed to himself. “Fuck, third one is a signature marker.” He fired again, sending another tranquilizer dart just to the right of the last dart in question before he lost that split second of time.
Unfortunately while Demagol hastily dispatched Jaxisher’s attachments, the giant charged him. Before he could react he was bowled backward by the Roth Khanian in the form of a tackle, smashing through a couple tables and breaking chairs and glasses. The commotion caused a mass of screams as people fled the establishment in a hurry. This fucker was heavy. But Demagol hadn’t lost his wits, even as the giant attempted to smother him. Inevitably Demagol took a few hits to the body from Jaxisher, whose fists felt like steel hammers when they came down. The body shots hit mostly armor, but the Mandalorian only thought of what they’d do if they hit exposed body. He couldn’t risk that. So he taunted Jaxisher. “Come on you stupid fuck! Don’t you want to see what’s under this mask!” The Roth Khanian responded just as Demagol needed him to. While maneuvering his head from swinging fists with agility he sent in a quick jab to Jaxisher’s jawline, popping his chin upward toward the ceiling. At that same moment Demagol gripped onto the giant’s throat with one hand while bending the elbow of his other arm. The grappling hook fired upward and pierced through the ceiling, and at the same time Demagol spoke one word up to the Roth Khanian. “Soar.”
The jetpack combusted against the floor below the two, but as Demagol called in the line of the grappling hook enough space was given between the jetpack and ground for the deed to be done. The duo rocketed upward and the Mandalorian used all of the strength he could muster in his arm to slam upward with the hand which gripped Jaxisher’s throat. At the apex of their climb Demagol angled his body and threw all of his weight into the arm in question, brutally slamming Jaxisher’s head directly into the roof above. The sound of cranium striking hard metal was loud and even grimacing to the ear. In the moment the duo are hovering there at the ceiling Demagol managed to dislodge his hook from the ceiling and disengage his jet pack. Velocity becomes inverted as the duo began to crash back toward the floor of the casino. With Jaxisher stunned, and obviously heavier than the Mandalorian, Demagol was able to turn himself so that the Roth Khanian plummeted first. The hand was still gripped at the throat and as the two met the end of their fall Jaxisher was mercilessly choke-slammed against the ground.
A stunning spectacle, literally, but nothing less was expected of the Astral Phoenix. Additional groupies proved that there was no time to waste, as Demagol leapt off of the giant’s body and wheeled himself behind a turned over table to avoid blaster fire. Ironically, there she was, right in front of him. Rhailo Destros proved to be unavoidable when she was looked upon, mostly naked figure and all. The Mandalorian didn’t pay her much mind, but took another shot of her figure with his visor for tracking purposes. Seriously, it was just for tracking purposes. Immediately after he drew his WESTAR-35, took a breath, and wheeled out from behind the table. Several well-placed shots incapacitated what’s left of the groupies in the vicinity who weren’t already taken care of by Demagol’s darts. In return for taking those out the Mandalorian had been shot three times. One of the blasts reflected off of his chest plate. Mandalorian engineering strikes again! The second did the same, but from his bracer’s shield. The third, however, grazed by Demagol’s unprotected side, leaving a gash and blaster burn which forced the Mandalorian to bite his lip underneath his visor. Pain wasn’t inflicted upon him often, but it had a way of burning away his patience like a fuse. He turned his attention and pointed at Rhailo, then pointed downward. It was a wordless command for her to stay put.
Onto his next matter, Jaxisher Dynasty. The individual wasn’t dead, not yet. But heat like this wouldn’t go unnoticed and as Demagol stepped on the unconscious giant’s chest he pressed his blaster to the being’s temple before he spoke. Jaxisher had to die, his bounty said so. “You knew better, Jaxisher. You knew better.” Without a frame of hesitation he unloaded a blaster shot through one side of Jaxisher’s cranium and out the other, killing the giant where he laid. He needed something, something for proof of his work. He wasn’t going to let this bounty go to waste. So he did something that probably seemed unimaginably terrifying to all of those around him. He pulled out a small canister from his gauntlet, reached downward, and ripped one of Jaxisher’s eyeballs straight from his broken skull. After carelessly plopping the eye into the canister he placed it back into his bracer. As a means to direct attention, he also reached into a compartment and dropped a cloth to drape over the dead Roth Khanian’s face. The cloth held an insignia. The insignia of the S'zari.
After stepping off of the giant’s body a second time the Mandalorian swept around to face Rhailo Destros. He was bleeding from his side, but he didn’t pay any mind to it. Time was of the essence, now. It wouldn’t be long until word spread and more of the gang arrived. Now that he was pained, he wasn’t putting up with any bullshit. He conveniently decided to blame that entire interaction on the Auroun, because well, he could.
“Rhailo Destros.. You’re coming with me.”
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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