Log:On The Hunt
On The Hunt
OOC Date: April 14 2020
Location: Nar Shaadaa
Participants: Hadrix Kora, Sajin, Nubri, Sion, Barad, Vena
There had been a small bounty that came over channels. A man by the name of Fredwyn Bashou had defaulted on a loan that he took out with a local broker and they were tired of him not paying. The bounty to bring him in is only 2000 credits, but, sometimes a job is a job. Credits will spend the same on most planets.
Intel had came back that the man spent more time in Pakko's Bar these days, trying to dodge the bounties and people looking for him. Maybe they'll get lucky and he'll be here tonight!
Hadrix isn't a bounty hunter. But there was word of merc work being done, someone or another needing to be dealt with, dead or alive. So not being a known hunter does have an advantage - he walks into the bar without hesitation.
The problem is the branded sigil of the hand on his pauldron... and the number of bounty hunters with identical.
What could go wrong?!
Sajin was just here to enjoy the food and drink, honestly!. Then again, maybe if he was able to capture this thug he could get some credits out of it. He had slipped in just before Hadrix and sat down at a table alone, watching he door and the other patrons. Curiosity peaks as Hadrix enters. <<"Huh... word gets around fast.">>
Nubri sighs, arriving in her best, black, studded leather jacket with an old, long beige trenchcoat over it to conceal a carbine, looking about "So, this is like it is back in the job." she mutters, raising an eyebrow, reaching into her jacket to pull a wrapped sandwich out as she decides to lean against a wall outside, turning to Si "Want a bite?" she offers, deciding to try to wait. That is, until she notices Had enter "Well... there goes my plan." she starts, slipping her sandwich away "Kriffing Alderaan." a rifle still isn't drawn
Sion, not too far away and clad in cargo pants and an old black crew jacket, lifts a hand in answer to Nubri's question. Not hungry.
She sees Hadrix enter, too. "We'd better get in there. We might have to cut off Fredwyn if he sees the walking arsenal after he comes in."
Barad is curious how this whole business operates. He's curious about a lot of businesses, and business ideas. Gotta keep the kibble coming in somehow, right? And it's about time he found his place among the Freemen of Nar Shad. Barad is in the bar. He -knows- how -that- business works. Drinks earn credits. In decent numbers, too. (Barad knows this first-hand, having paid many credits for many drinks in the last two weeks.)
The bartender gives a look up when new people start to head in, "Welcome! Can I get you a drink? Something else?" he asks as he looks over those that are coming in. They aren't a group, but, he's trying to make sure new customers with shiny credits are well taken care of!
That and he doesn't really care what people are doing here as long as there is money in it for him.
Apparently, generally, oblivious while considering both the merc work and the rumblings in his rum tum tumbles, Hadrix leans up at the bar, tossing a few decicred chits down before simply turning to look out at the bar in general.
Head jerking back, within the confines of the beskar plate he is confronted with the worst of all enemies. Financial reports.
Ugh.
Sajin looks towards the Sabbacc table and notes something. He brings up his wrist and starts to dial in a frequency, hopefully one that he remembered was one Hadrix monitored from past missions togeher. <<"Pssst.... pssst. Hadrix... SAbbacc table. THe guys there at the Sabbacc table. Get 'em.">>
Nubri groans "It could have been so simple." she mutters, looking around "Evening Had." she starts, hand on the stun baton hidden under her coat already, lines forming on her forehead. This so wasn't her plan. And then she notices a Klatoonian "Brad..." yes. Let's keep this casual for a bit.... nothing suspicious. She is just there for a drink. Or.... to play Sabacc as she goes towards the table, removing her hand so it is less obvious "Would you gentlemen mind if I joined you for a friendly game of Sabacc? Or... not so friendly." she smiles "I mean, I could bet a few credits..." she hopes the Socorran has her back. Of course, she has a small arsenal under that coat if things turned sour.
Sion follows Nubri inside, frowning and looking around. She does notice the table full of Sabaac players, but isn't sure why Nubri's zeroing in on them. She leans close to speak softly to her partner.
"I'll be just a moment," she says to the green woman, nodding politely to Hadrix as she steps away from Nubri and passes by him.
Barad paces his drinking. He's had practice . . . Barad is planning on finishing up his current beverage at just about the time the next round of cards are in play. That way he can be walking back to the bar for another at the same time the team makes contact with their quarry. That way, he can be on the opposite side of the target from the rest of the team should the man attempt to make a break for it . . .
Fredwyn looks up, "Of course you can join us! The more the merrier." the dark skinned man states with a bright smile, white teeth flashing. He doesn't look like he's winning tonight either. He's got a measley stack of credits compared to the others. He does make note of the others that have wandered in, I mean, who can MISS Hadrix in that armor.
"Anyone else want to join us? Take some more of my money tonight?!" the man shouts.
Returning Sion's nod, moving with slight exaggeration due to the lack of facial expressions with his helmet on. But now brackets are forming on recorded faces. Sion, then Nubri, Sajin, Barad - one by one each is brought up, a freeze frame selected before shrinking and filing to the side in peripheral vision, but with guide lines to them in his AR.
There's a new face now, bracketed, image fed, Gripper - currently in her socket on his packback - pinged,
Gripper responds to Hadrix's inquiry, accessing his AR system, and running facial recognition scans.
Hadrix must not have heard the Hapan. Or he did... Either way the Hapan keeps speaking over the comm unit. Whispering more likely. <<"It's totally him! OH man... oh man. Just go over there and thwack him real hard like and drag him back to his debtors...">> Sajin's plate of food arrives just then, a big old sloppy mess of fried food. It distracts him for now.
Nubri sits down at the table getting a small stack of credits out, leaning forward. Not good to wield a carbine, but good enough to wield a wrist blaster in an emergency "I mean, it is always good. Could buy me a few drinks." she claims with a small smile, eyes trailing after her backup with a raise of an eyebrow..... not her day, it seems. Still, pretend to do well. He seems familiar enough "In fact. I am paying drinks. What is everyone taking?" A drunk target means.... she could help him walk out and lead him by the BHG by pure chance.... drunks do pay less attention, so some false generosity could help "I might go for a nice beer personally" her left hand, with the wrist laser, just so happens to point at her mark. For emergencies.
Sion steps to the back and quietly slips into the Female refresher room. She pauses to hold the door for an exiting Twi'lek, nodding politely, then shuts it behind her.
Barad 's job is to be the "safety net" . . . to backstop the quarry should he attempt to elude the rest of the team. Which means that he can continue drinkng, 'cause that's all part of his 'cover' right? Right. Barad could get used to this kind of 'work' . . . Barad sips, slowly, not looking at the target, not not-looking. Easy does it. Should be cake.
"/I/ will take anything that has a kick and that my generous patron is willing to buy. I am having a really bad night with lady luck so I'm trying to save up this credits to get me home in one piece." Fredwyn states. Does he notice the others around? No. So he's happy to get a drink while the Sabacc game gets going again.
Hadrix Kora tugs back the cocking cord as he brings the bowcaster up to bear. The weapon hums with electrically charged anger.
<<"You *chew* Don't *crunch* Need my help...">> Sajin says through a full mouth of food as he's sttuffing the fried tubbers through the opened hatch of his helmet's vizor. <<"I mean... unless you really need it. You got this.">> The king of Drik really didn't need the money.
Nubri nods, raising a comlink mounted to her right wrist, as she pushes her hair behind an ear <<"Si? Any recommendations with drinks? I need something strong enough to knock a krayt dragon out cold.">> she asks, blinking as she changes Comms when she watches the Mando do his move <<"Had! I could have got him drunk!">> she argues with a shake of her head <<"Just... you could have waited till he was drunk.">> she sighs, balling her wrist into a fist <<"So much about my plans for today.">> she sounds just a little bit annoyed at that moment
Inside the refresher room, Sion puts a hand over her jawline to channel her voice into her earbug. <I'd suggest an Ion Blast. Chug that too fast and he'll go out like a droid,> she replies. <He's not moving, is he?>
Barad is still serving as the 'backstop,' but he does adjust his positioning so as not to be in a direct line from Hadrix to the target. It's not that he thinks that Hadrix might miss. Far from it. He's just taking precautions in case Hadrix' shot should happen to go all the way -through- the target. He's seen that bowcaster in action, at the Hutt's Party, and wants no part of being on the receiving end. Nope. Not a great plan. Of course this requires movement, and so Barad stands up from his table and meanders a bit toward the bar. Barad's 'cover' as an ex-grunt who like his alcohol supply kept steady is pretty much the perfect one. Since Barad is, in fact, an ex-grunt who likes to keep his "alcohol supply lines" open. Good deal.
Fredwyn is so very focused on the game that the man wouldn't have cared if acid were delivered to him. He gives a look up to Nubri, smiling at her, not knowing what fate awaits him now that plans have changed. Or had they? Was anyone going to take this poor guy into the BHG?!
Nubri changes comms again, talking to Si again <<"Code red! Code Red! Had is going full Mandalorian. Might need fire support so get yourself in gear!">> she quickly hisses out <<"For now he suspects nothing though....">> she starts at the smile, smiling back. Let's not startle him. A nervous sweat appears on her brow. Then Had fires This wasn't what she intended to happen. <<"CODE RED! AIYAAAAAH!">> And then, she fires that wrist laser, hoping to scare her mark, dropping to the side of the table, wincing as she lands on her carbine <<"Also, call a doctor Si. Might have cracked a rib. Or maybe bruised one. I am an idiot.>> a whine is heard by the socorran over the coms <<"I just remembered why I left this Hothing Profession...">>
How do bounty hunters say this is a hard job? The man explodes when the bowcaster shot slams into his chest. The pressurization chamber increase modifications and plasma discharge focusers he had added to this monster, in addition to the polarizer modifications made to increase the spin on the bolt as it left the barrel.
All you had to do was find a the mark. Pull the trigger.
Smoke was still pooring from the weapon and the chest... region of the mark. Hadrix was pleased with himself. Many people in his vicinity now had tinnitus.
Sajin keeps eating, not even flinching as some blood and guts splatter onto his armor. "This is good..." He says, pointing to his food, mouth still full of sustinance. "Mmmhmmmmff." Chop chop chop, lips smack, lips smack. Hard swallow.
Moments later the door to the refresher room hisses open again, and the Socorran hustles out, somehow managing to hold up her pants and run at the same time. It's impossible not to notice Hadrix (again). It's just as impossible to miss the smoking mass of meat that used to be a person sitting at the table.
So much for the live bounty bonus. She stares for a moment, aghast, then puts her hands on her hips and looks over at Hadrix. "You do know you get a bonus for live captures, right?"
Of course, her unfastened cargo pants slide to the floor when she puts her hands on her hips, leaving her standing in pink athletic briefs. It pretty much robs the sarcastic question of all impact.
Barad does indeed seem to have dodged a bullet! Or . . . whatever it is that you'd properly call whatever comes out of bowcasters. Yikes. No wonder they put "The New Guy" on "Backstop" duty. What a mess. Literally. Barad looks around in the smoke and steam and chaos, after diving for cover just like anyone and everyone else is probably doing. Well, anyone else who's ex-military. Sheesh. Barad waits for the ringing in his ears to subside, watching events from behind/under Whatever-He-Dove-Past. Likely no one is saying anything super - informative, anyways. There seems to be . . . a lot of screaming?
The bar falls silent. Goop dripping off those that were sitting closest to the man. Fredwyn is dead. Very, very dead.
The bartender gives a bit of a startled jump back, glasses clattering and breaking on the floor. "YOU BETTER TAKE WHATEVER IS LEFT OF HIS DEAD BODY WITH YOU!" he shouts at the Mandalorian with the smoking bowcaster. Then he's moving to get a mop and bucket, wheeling it out onto the floor with a mutter of words in another language.
Suddenly confetty pops off and there's people, waiter drois, surrounding Sajin just as he finishes the large meal of fried food. "CON GRATULATIONS, YOU ATE ALL OF THE FATTY MC FATTY MEAL! HERE IS YOUR REWARD!" The droid start to spin credits at the Hapan, thumping into his armor and the dumb beautiful merc sits there completly confused.
"Stun setting. Think about it," Sion ripostes, managing not to stagger back under the words. It's like being hit in the head with a hammer... a really big, dumb hammer. "Excuse me. I need to go get paid for the night's trouble. Come on, Nu."
She has to stop to pull her pants up first, though. Which is a little embarrassing. But it's just one of those nights.
Barad doesn't stick around to argue, either with Hadrix or for him. Whatever else may be true, or appropriate, or not, or whatever, can always be more easily discussed at another time in another place. Barad pays his bill and tab and heads out to where the air is clear. It might not even be noticed that he was in on the gig. And, that's fine by Barad. And so now he knows what bounty hunting is like . . . . . hm . . . a grisly business!
