The once predator was now prey, Slayn Schneider a bounty hunter who fell prey to the same man he once hunted. Now wasn't that a pretty ironic thing to happen, but wasn't that the way it always worked? the hunter becomes the prey. 'Why does it have to end here?' Slayn asked himself. He knew his enemy was no man to mess around with, so if he was going to end it he would have to do it here and now. The civilian light freighter touched down on a private landing pad just outside of a large mansion like building. They each rushed into the cargo hold area to grab Slayn one of the men punched him in the face unnecessarily. Slayn turned his face to stare at the man who just punched him in the face. 'When this is over I have to remind myself to beat this guy up,' He didn't add as they dragged him down the exit ramp. The sun was just rising, it was early on coruscant and already he noticed the hustle and bustle of the planet. Making they're way down a large paved pathway with the most ostentatious decorations he had ever seen. Trees shaped like animals in the known galaxy, golden fountains, space ships, flowers, he had it all in space around the home.<br/><br/>They shoved him all the way down the path he didn't get to see everything in the yard. Slayn watched as they opened the doors, inside at the top of the stairs was Martyr and Dulciana. "Welcome Slayn it's been a while since we last met," said Martyr. "I've known you for a long time partner and I know you know who this man is. The man you've been searching for all these years. and I'm sure both of you have a lot to say,"<br/><br/>"I thought I finished my job with you years ago. I should have put a blaster bolt in your head to make sure," He calmly stated. "Ah, yes you should have then maybe we wouldn't be standing here now, would we? We know each other almost intimately wouldn't you say...,"<br/><br/>"Why did you bring me here?"<br/><br/>With a grin. "To make a lucrative offer my friend, actually more like an offer you cannot refuse," Martyr raised his arm and moved to his right. Out from the shadows came a young woman, it was Dedra. "Now we want you to kill multiple targets at various locations. If you do not comply we will kill her," Why should Slayn care he hadn't seen her in years, but no he couldn't let an innocent life pay for what went down so many years ago. He looked down at the ground to shield his eyes from her innocent face. She was beautiful her olive skin with rosy red cheeks, with the face of Athena the geek goddess.<br/><br/>"What Slayn didn't think we knew about you. Demetri is a great man he sold his daughter to us when he couldn't afford his gambling debt. Lucky for you, you have the chance to save her but you'll probably be dead so it won't matter. So let's talk business. We've got twelve people we need out of the picture. here's a data pad with all the information you need now get going the sooner the better. Oh and Slayn if you even deviate from the plan the girl dies," A long hard inhale of oxygen entered Slayn's lungs, exhaling the carbon dioxide taking a glance at the data pad that was given to him. The people Martyr wanted dead were almost impossible to kill, some were political figures and others were some of the richest men in the galaxy. It was definitely going to be a difficult mission trying to escape Martyr's grasp especially if he doesn't keep moving toward the designated destinations. He was sure he was being tracked or maybe followed by some of Martyr's goons.<br/><br/><u><i>Hours Later</i></u><br/><br/>The first person on the list was one of the millionaires:<br/><br/>Name: Jygar Hussen<br/>Age: 49<br/>Profession: Trader<br/>Family: Wife, Two kids<br/>Present Location: Commaf<br/>Credits: 10,000,000<br/><br/>Slayn started to think about Tishr if he could contact him maybe he could get out of the situation he was in. How could he have let his past catch up with him how could he have been so reckless? The problems seem to keep building up, and no matter how hard he tried he could get no peace. He knew he had to end this once and for all, but he needed help to do it.<br/><br/>Exiting hyperspace Slayn caught a full view of Commaf it looked so peaceful from were he was sitting. The ship that he was given was his old light freighter. The ship entered the atmosphere burning up as he entered. He requested to land and it was given, he headed for the docking bay landing smoothly on the pad. Slayn stood up and walked out of the cockpit and into his quarters so he could put on his armor. Afterward, he grabbed his M26 Blaster rifle checking the cartridge. He had built the rifle himself from multiple parts around the galaxy it was dead accurate according to his modifications. He exited through the cargo hold down the exit ramp where a uniformed man approached him.<br/><br/>"Good evening Sir welcome to Commaf we hope you have a lovely stay on our peaceful planet. We require a docking fee of 25 credits for unexpected landings," Said the uniformed man. Slayn entered his pin number to pay the docking fee. The man nodded as Slayn walked away into the streets of Commaf. The streets where a bit empty due to the time of night probably all in the cantina, that would be where he'd be if he was here at this time of night, and that's exactly where he'd be heading. he looked up at a bright neon sign that said Vep's cantina that is where he was headed. Upon entering the cantina he already could feel the stares of everyone within, but wasn't that common? Slayn walked up to the bar and asked "Can I get a drink? I need some information about someone . I'm looking for a man by the name of Jygar he does a lot of trading here any information would be useful,"<br/><br/>Zen looked up from the glass he was cleaning when the man approached the bar. The man got straight to the point. As Zen filled a glass for him, he asked about a local merchant. He must not have been local, or he'd have known that if you wanted to find information in Vep's cantina, you didn't ask the staff. They had a neutral policy on everything, and that's just how it was. Zen was about to explain this policy when, oh great, Trin came walking back to the bar. Trin's ear had caught the man's question, and she almost laughed out loud at his ignorance. Almost... this guy was packin'. You didn't laugh at people like that. No, you were nice to people like that. She set down her glass on the bar, giving a knowing smile to Zen, who tried to hide his anxiety as he refilled it for her.<br/><br/>"Jygar Hussen? I know him. His two boys are rats if you ask me. But he's done some trading with my dad." She didn't even flinch mentioning him. The time for crying over that was over. He lives down in the South District, over his shop. You can't miss it. Suddenly her glass was thrust back in front of her. Zen's eyes could have shot lasers at her. What was he getting all bent out of shape for? She wasn't telling the guy anything he couldn't find out after a day of poking around. She looked back at the man. He looked like the kind of guy who got what he wanted, one way or another. "Why are you askin' about him anyway? If it's parts you're needing, I can get 'em cheaper. Ain't that right Zen?" She turned with a smile, but Zen was walking away, pretending to be busy with another customer. Trin shrugged and turned back to the mystery man. The names Trin. She said, sticking out her hand.<br/><br/>Slayn removed his helmet to reveal his handsome face grabbing his cup to take a sip of ale. Everyone stared him down maybe it was the hardware he was carrying or maybe some wanted a piece of him, but whatever it was their stares were starting to annoy him. placing his cup down on the counter as a small female approached. Not expecting her to speak she did say "Jygar Hussen? I know him. His two boys are rats if you ask me. But he's done some trading with my dad. He lives down in the South District, over his shop. You can't miss it," that caught him by surprise that another person would answer a question he asked the bartender.<br/><br/>He ignored the rest of what the girl said, she was cute no doubt. he had no time to deal with such people he needed to head out of there as fast as he could. He ignored her hand that was hanging out in the air by walking past it. He put on his helmet once again and headed out the doors. "Hey! Ignoring the young lady isn't proper," shouted a voice behind him. Slayn turned around to see an oddly short Bothan with a group of humans standing behind him. "Do we have to teach you some manners?" raising his eyebrow.<br/><br/>Slayn tilted his head slightly. Could this really be happening right now? asking himself. Did these people have a death wish? The Bothan leader walked toward him. "A silent one...Well, you know what we do to silent ones out here don't you?" just then the Bothan swung a metal object at him, Slayn sidestepped letting the Bothan over swing causing him to lose balance. Slayn to the advantage and rifle-butted the thug in the back of the skull knocking him out on impact. He then looked back at the humans who were surprised to see that their leader was taken out in a single move. The remaining gang members fled, while Slayn continued to walk the streets.<br/><br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=75872">Character Thread</a>