A old relic of the past(Zarkan/Invite)

[Antonus]

(((Zarkan before you post PM me)))

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.

Shoving 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,"

"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...,"

"Why did you bring me here?"

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 women, 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 see 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.

"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 wont matter. So lets 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,"

[Zarkan]

"Is this all you the information you can give me?." Tishr Farlan asked as he stared that the streaming list of names, faces, and times scattered throughout the data pad.
"That's everything I have, and a good quarter of it isn't from public records." The man sitting across form tishr said as his gray eyes fell.
"If I could find anything else you'd have it, I put the most likely ones at the top, but there are well over a hundred of them." He paused as he took a drink "Look, I wish I could help you more, but that is everything I have."
"I know," tishr said rubbing his forehead "I suppose I better start looking if I'm going to go trough this list, thanks for the info jeroc." he said standing up slowly and half saluting his old commander.
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Tishr growled as he woke up for the fifteenth time since he arrived back at his ship five hours ago. He had only slept four or five hours since leaving Iziz visiting the destinations of the other eight other freighters that left Iziz after Slayn was taken. Tishr woke up again as his head banged against one of the bulk heads over the navigators position. "Blast that hurt." he thought as he rubbed his head picking up his datapad finally deciding to look for a pair of mercenaries that had worked for one of the promising sounding freighters owners. I'll find them first thing tomorrow, he thought before adding "As soon as I take a nap."

[Antonus]

A long hard in hail 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 Martyrs 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.

The first person on the list was one of the millionaires:

Name: Jygar Hussen
Age: 49
Profession: Trader
Family: Wife, Two kids
Present Location: Commenor
Credits: 10,000,000

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.

Exiting exiting hyperspace Slayn caught a full view of Commenor 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.

"Good evening Sir welcome to Commenor 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 Commenor.

The streets where a bit empty due to the time of night probably all in the cantina that were he'd be if he was here at this time of night, and thats exactly where he'd be heading. he looked up at a bright neon sign that said Vep's cantina thats were 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,"

[Meira]

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 thats 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.

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 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.

((OOC: I took some liberties with info about Jygar... hope it's ok. let me know if I need to change anything))

[Antonus]

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 bar tender.

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 a oddly short Bothan with a group of humans standing behind him. "Do we have to teach you some manners?" raising his eyebrow.

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 side stepped 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.

[Meira]

Trin wasn't too put off by the guy's manners, or lack of manners rather. She was studying his gear as he walked away. She knew she couldn't lift any of it off him, he'd be too wise for that. So she was simply noting what he carried. All kinds of weaponry and whatnot. She doubted he was making a friendly visit. So what was this guy... a merch? A bounty hunter? A smuggler? Maybe a little of all of those?

Suddenly, one of the regulars decided he was gonna put this guy in his place. Trin smiled, and was about to tell the guy to calm down, she wasn't sore over it. But she didn't have to. The Bothan made his move, and Trin was sure he'd regret it in the morning. As the stranger left, some of the other regulars picked the Bothan up. Trin left some credits on the counter for Zen and then ran out after the stranger before the Twi'lek could say any different.

Out on the streets, it took Trin a bit to catch up to the man. But when she got close enough, she called out to him. Hey! I didn't tell you everything, man. Like the fact that his shop is set back into his compound, which is locked up nice and neat every evening. I'm sure you're a capable guy. But you're gonna need some help getting in there. She stopped a few paces behind him and rested her hands on her hips and set a determined look on her face. Did this guy think her information was free? If he wanted any more, she'd hold out for a few credits before helping him out. If he didn't, well... she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

[Antonus]

Unbelievable thought Slayn. How could someone just attack him especially when he was in his battle armor. He was still contemplating on the fact that a non well armed man could attack a man in full battle armor it was almost unfathomable, But none the less he made light work of the thug.

Continuing his strut down the somewhat empty street when once again he'd be bothered by someone except this time it wasn't a punk. It was the girl from the bar, there she was again. Apparently there was some information he had missed from the girl so he tuned in and listened.

Slayn turned around to see the girl standing there with her hands on her hips. He took a deep breath before acknowledging her. " I don't need your help. Please take my warning Stay away from me," he turned around and continued walking. He didn't want anyone else involved with him because no matter how hard he tried it always seem inevitable that something will happen to the people he meets.

She seemed like a nice girl if he weren't him he'd definitely would allow her to help. Maybe she could help, but she'd have to do it from a distance...No he couldn't risk it he was too dangerous.

[Meira]

Please take my warning Stay away from me. What did she look like, a baby!? Trin rolled her eyes as the man again moved to walk away. She stuck her tongue out at the back of his head. Yeah, she was real mature. But she wasn't ready to let this one go. She needed credits, or a way offworld. So she marched after him, passing in front of him and stopped. She stared up at the man with defiant eyes.

Either you don't hear to well, or your helmet is on too tight, bud, because you obviously don't get it. It's not hard to tell what you're up to, you know. If you're goin' for the stealth approach, you failed big time. She crossed her arms over her chest. You think you're the first to try and off Jygar? She scoffed. Kickin' down the door and shootin' the place up ain't gonna work. Did you know that the owner of the docking bay was in Vep's when you strolled in and asked about Jygar? If you breach Jygar's security system the wrong way, word'll be out faster than you can say nerf herder. Then your ship'll be in lock down real quick. She paused here, to let that jewel of insight sink in through his thick helmet.


Buuuut... If you help me, I'll help you. Simple trade, this for that. It didn't get much easier. Yeah, she knew he was gonna kill the guy, and yeah, that did make her nervous. But Jygar and his boys had never been the nicest of people, especially to her. And now that she wasn't even welcome anywhere except for Vep's, she was really starting to not care.

[Antonus]

Once again he was stopped by Trin didn't she get the hint? or maybe she thought he was treating her like a baby. The common thoughts of young people when they didn't take the hint. How did he know this? He was the same way with Serith always begging to go with him on missions, but he'd always get the same answer.

He missed Serith and hoped one day he'd run into him so he could show him how much he'd grown. But he never might see him ever again. He glanced down at at the young girl and listened to what she had to say.

Did you know that the owner of the docking bay was in Vep's when you strolled in and asked about Jygar? If you breach Jygar's security system the wrong way, word'll be out faster than you can say nerf herder. Then your ship'll be in lock down real quick. he took note of her words. She might have been right, but how could she let her help without getting her caught into his mess.

Slayn grinned a little he admired her persistence. "What do you need help with?" he raised his rifle and leaned it on his shoulder.

[Meira]

About time. She was finally getting through to him. The guy relaxed his stance, casually holding his rifle on his shoulder like it wasn't made for killing. Now was her chance to turn this whole mess into an opportunity. She was done scavenging and picking off ships for a handful of credits. Trin was sure that if she could just get off world, she could make a life for herself, and forget everything that had happened in the last day in the process.

I just want to get offworld. I'll get you in there nice and quiet like, and all you gotta do is let me ride along when you leave. You can even drop me off at your next pit stop for all I care. I just want out of here.

And she could do it too. She knew Jygar's compound like the back of her hand. And it's security system, well... Jygars boys had ripped it off from her own idea. And now, of course, they were peddling the thing around like it was them who thought it up. One of a kind, unsliceable. Well, she'd show them alright.

[Antonus]

The situation was getting more interesting with each passing second. No doubt Slayn's life could be placed in some holocron waiting for someone to find it, but who? Was his life really all that interesting that it could be used as historical data. Not really. Then again Slayn liked to think so he was almost the best at his job, seconded only to Serith his mentor.

All the girl wanted to do was leave the planet and for once Slayn could relate to someone. He too was a prisoner, but that was long ago. He glanced up at the sky before refocusing his sight on the young girl.

"Alright Fine. But I'm going to need you to do something else for me. I need you to contact a man named Tishr Farlan he's a friend of mine. Tell him I said Tango Umbrella he'll understand what I'm talking about. I'll wait for you two clicks from the Compound you speak of and you have my word," Slayn stuck his hand out to shake her hand as a sign of good faith.

[Meira]

((OOC: Ummm... Does Tishr live on Commenor, or somewhere else? Cuz if he didn't Trin wouldn't know how to get a hold of him. I'm typing this as if he's from Commenor, if I'm wrong, let me know and I'll work it out.))

Finally, results. The man had stuck out his hand, and Trin took it. She shook his hand with as firm of a grip that her small hands could muster against his armor. She then explained to him where he was going to be entering the compound.

It's a back door that usually opens only from inside and with the right datacard. But, I'm going to hot wire it from their router station and it should open. Then, I'll cut their power. It'll take down their surveillance and the outside auto turrets for about twenty seconds, give or take, then the back up power will kick in. So you need to book it to the house. Once you're in, you're on your own. Just take Jygar's datacard to disarm the security before you leave.

After explaining the plan, she took note of the man's name that she was supposed to get a hold of. She nodded, letting him know that she understood. She then directed the man to where they needed to go. She pointed out the back door and then crept around the side of the compound to where its wall ran close to another. At this point along the wall, she could climb up by bracing one foot against each wall and shimmying up. Once at the top, she crept carefully until she reached a point where a building used the outer wall as part of its structure. Jumping to its roof, she then climbed up a signal tower. Using a slicer, the hooked up a datapad to a small unit in the tower. After arranging lines of code, she had partial access to the system. She then opened the back door for the man, as she had promised.

Without a moment to lose, she overloaded the system and quickly dropped from the tower and scampered away. The tower exploded and the compound went dark. But Trin was already down the street to contact Tishr. The fate of Jygar and his family now rest in the stranger's hands. Trin wasn't about to stick around and watch.

[Antonus]

Slayn lined up outside the back door to the compound. Taking a military stance waiting to breach into the building once the power was cut he'd storm in. The light flickered a bit then cut off completely at the same time the door opened and Slayn rushed in with his weapons aiming for any target it could find. The long narrow corridor was clear of any Targets.

Dashing down the hallways which lead him into a small storage room that lead to the inside of the compound. Inside the storage room was a large circuit board. It must have lead to the exterior back up generator if he could get it to over load he'd be in complete darkness.

He grabbed a overloading spike from one of his small pockets on his battle armor. He placed the spike into the circuit board overloading it instantly. The building went dark all power was cut, but it'll only be for a limited time. Once the circuit rebooted the back up power would return. He'd have a total of thirty minutes to work with.

NVG would be the essential part of the mission and one of Slayn's favorite as he switched his helmet's built in goggles to night vision mode. Cautiously opening the door and checking for hostile targets .

"Hey Zim who turned out the lights?"

Slayn took aim at his first target and fired his Blaster rifle, but instead of firing a blaster bolt it fired a tranquilizer dart. The sedative-hypnotic put the target down hard and fast. He continued his sprint down the hallway making his way to an elevator shaft. He entered and took the elevator to the top floor were he'd find the man he was looking for.

"Mr. Jygar...I have been sent to kill you,"

"I know...I've always know. I've been waiting for this day to come,"

"Listen Mr. Jygar I don't believe in spilling innocent blood you must leave. Take your sons and never look back,"

"Ha! do you think I'm just going to give this all up? You'll have to kill me first,"

Slayn Raised his rifle and shot a tranquilizer at the man knocking him out. 'What a fool' thought Slayn.

(((This was a rushed post sorry i also has slight writers block. And no Tishr isn't from Commenor...)))

[Meira]

((I'm going to power play that Trin had been given the means to contact Tishr, hope that's ok))

Trin moved along down a narrow alley until she knew she was out of sight from any area where a meandering pedestrian might happen by. From her pocket, she took out a small holo-projector/recorder. After adjusting the security setting so that it would scramble her face and distort her voice, she stuck it to a wall and stepped back. A red light flashed three times and then stayed steady. Trin was quick and to the point.

Tishr Farlan. Tango Umbrella. After she spoke, a green light flashed as the device sent the message to Tishr, wherever he was. Trin then nimbly ascended the alley wall by aid of a broken pipe. But reaching the top, she noticed movement from the corner of her eye going past the end of the alley. She moved on her toes along the roof to get a look. Out from a shadow, the last person she expected appeared. It was her mother. Well, not her maternal mother, but the only one she had ever known.

Mom... What are you doing? Trin said in a loud whisper. She hopped back down the way she had climbed up and rushed over to Kima, who rolled her eyes at Trin's unlady like behavior. Kima's face instantly returned to one of fear and anxiety. Oh Trinari! She wailed, throwing her arms around the girl.

Trin returned the gesture, ignoring the use of her full first name out of the pure relief that the embrace had washed over her. After a moment, Kima released her adopted daughter and looked around the alley with darting eyes. What's wrong? Trin asked, candidly taking the holo-projector off the wall and putting it back in her pocket.

Trin, I came to tell you something. I've only just found out. But I'm so scared. I have to tell you quick. I have no time to explain, but I found out about your real parents. Take this, it will tell you everything. She placed a datapad in Trin's hand. And this. She put a purse of credits in Trin's other hand. That is all that I could take from the house and the bank without causing suspicion. She paused, placing a hand on Trin's cheek. You will always be my girl. And with that, she turned and left, as if she couldn't allow herself the chance to change her mind.

Trin stood motionless for a few moments. She looked down at the datapad. With shaky fingers, she pulled up one of two files. A video played, a security recording from her adopted father, Fren's, messy office. Fren sat in a chair and a stranger stood. The stranger received instructions to eliminate a man and his wife. Their names were Hordus and Trina. Their last name.... Velos.

Trin's eyes didn't blink. She didn't breathe. The sound of the two names echoed in her mind. Then, her suddenly cold fingers pulled up the second file. Two pictures. Her parents. Their proud faces stared cold back at her. Below the pictures, on one line was printed their names, last planet where they were seen, and her father's occupation. "Mandalorian Mercenary". A single tear rolled down Trin's cheek.

Then the sudden noice of a small creature knocking over a trash bin pulled her attention away. Trin wiped her eyes, stowed away the credits and the data pad, and hurried through the alley to where she would meet the man who promised to get her offworld. Before, she just wanted to leave. Now, she had a goal to journey toward. She would find the Mandalorians, and she would honor the parents she never knew.

[Zarkan]

Tishr groaned as a sharp beeping sounds began reverberating though the large heavy fighter. Though his grogginess slowed the speed at which he tracked the horrid noise down he had quickly narrowed it to one of the multiple comm and transmitting systems scattered throughout the ship. As he pulled mini-computers and data pads off a large console he finally found the access system to the holo receiver quickly activating it more to stop the horrid sound than to here the message. As he slumped back a small red blurry image of a woman appeared just above the console. The image flickered there for just a few moments before uttering his name and a cryptic code before winking out of existence. "What was That?" he asked himself before shaking his head before setting down on one of the hard bunks in the rear compartment of the fighter. "Tango Umbrella why does it fill like I should remember that." he thought laying back in his bunk for several minutes before springing up cracking his head against the underside of the bunk above him in the process almost knocking himself out as he groaned and much more sedately rolled out of the bunk. Slayn, I've got to find the source of that message. he thought as he plopped down in front of the console and replaying the message again hoping he missed a name some where in it, but after twice though it it was clear it wouldn't be quite that easy "Sith's blood, can't anyone just leave a blasted name once in a while." he growled to himself as he leaned over the unit working on tracing back to it's source of origin and after three long hours he managed to trace it back to a three mile area on Commenor using the path nodes in the holo network. Why there he thought to himself before standing up crawling back up into the cockpit up to the pilot's seat and hailing Coruscant Ship control. "Coruscant Control 12-2, this is Iota 33-0-1 Lambda requesting clearance to leave hanger 12-2-122 Delta." he said as he brought various systems online.

"Confirmed Iota 33-0-1 lambda you have clearance do disembark doors are opening... now, good flight." Said a voice sounding rather like a bag pipe over the comm unit as the sleak form of the modified Sky Eagle lifted off and slipped though the narrow opening of the only 1/6th opened hanger doors and quickly streaked off into the ever light sky of the city world and leapt to light speed as it left mid orbit.

Tishr contacted the space port in the heart of the city he traced the signal to mere moments after the frame of the fighter stopped groaning from the abrupt deceleration of exiting hyper space. As he received permission to land and a vector he locked the fighter on auto piloted approach as he readied his equipment and gearing up shortly before landing he returned to the cockpit bringing the distinctive fighter low over the city before landing in one of the bays, unstrapping and exiting though the now open canopy meeting the man coming towards him half way to the hanger exit.
"Sir, there is.." the man began shortly before tishr cut him off.
"A fee for landing here I know take this" he said jamming an cred card into the man's hands as he brushed by the man out of the hangers and into the open streets more at the edges of his designated search area. Ok, he thought to himself as he looked around I guess I just pick a street he considered a moment before deciding to take the one that would take him roughly though the center of the area his last thought was that he was still tired, and his head still hurt.

[Antonus]

The lights flickered its way back on, the power was fully restored. Slayn walked over to the motionless body of Jygar Hussen one of the most powerful men in the trading industry. He placed the millionaire in his office chair and waited for him to wake.

A few moments later the man awoke to find the six foot one inch bounty hunter standing in front with his arms crossed. Jygar struggled in his attempt to escape from his seat. Falling over he realized he couldn't escape his fate it was almost certain. Would he die here today without ever telling his kids he loved them. Regret began to ravage his mind there were still a great deal of things that had to be done.

"What do you want?" the man began to plea. Just then Jygar's son walked through the doors.

"Dad whats with th--e lig--hts?" his son looking on in shock to see his father lying tied up on the floor.

"Fyre go back to your room now!"

A large explosion went off that shook the entire building, following that the alarm went off, and the sounds of blaster fire could be heard coming from downstairs. Damn they know. some how Martyr knew he wouldn't kill Jygar so he must have sent his goons to do the job for him.

He quickly made his way over to the millionaire freeing him. "Follow me,"

"Now wait a minute why should I follow you? you came here to kill me,"

Rolling his eyes. "If i came here to kill you you'd be dead already trust me," Two men came rushing through the door. Slayn raised his Blaster pistol and tapped the trigger letting out a three round burst, then quickly shifting to the next target and tapping the trigger once again letting out another three round burst hitting each in the chest, and both dropping like rag dolls.

The sounds of the blaster fire was getting more intense and louder with every passing second. That meant it was time to move. Slayn signaled for them to follow him, leading them down the long corridor to a stair case. The door was completely blown off its hinges and bodies lay around the area as if it was a battlefield. He entered the stairwell cautiously aiming his weapon, no targets in sight he continued moving down the stairs with Jygar and his boy following close behind.

Reaching the ground level Slayn slowly made his way out of the stairwell swaying his pistol from left to right. Looking for any signs of movement in the suddenly quiet environment. Looking back at Jygar and giving him the okay to come out they kept moving.

Time seemed to slow down as a blaster bolt flew past Slayn's helmet hitting Jygar's son in the chest ripping it open. From the looks of the wound he'd say it have to be a powerful sniper rifle. Then a second blaster bolt whirled by hitting the now grieving millionaire in the head, completely obliterating his skull.

Slayn moved quickly as another zipped by his helmet barely missing. 'Damn that one almost took my head off cleanly' he thought. He dove into another hallway so that the sniper couldn't get a clear shot on him.

The hallway he was in was a dead end it appeared to be over checkmate. If he were to be ambushed there he'd make his last stand. Taking out his thermal grenades he threw one at the wall hoping it would be enough damage for an escape attempt.

Amazingly enough it made enough damage to make a small hole in the wall. Now was his chance dashing toward the hole as to armed men circled around the corner immediately firing their weapons. Slayn dove for the hole, but he was hit in the leg doing minimal damage. He rolled to his feet and kept on running now through the back allies. He didn't notice he'd been hit due to the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He passed by Trin Shouting. "Hurry lets go!"

[Meira]

Trin had literally just settled in to a nice spot on top of a pile of discarded furniture. She had a clear view of the alley in both directions. But no sooner had she sat down, than the man she was waiting for came careening around a corner and barked at her to follow. Her eyes and head had followed him as he zoomed past, and she hesitated only a moment before leaping from the pile and working herself into full speed.

Thanks to growing up around boys who were much stronger than herself, Trin had learned to rely on quickness to get herself out of tight spots. Well, that was before Ret and her boys. But she couldn't afford to slip in to nostalgics now. They were running from something. She caught up to the man easily and kept pace just behind him so that he wouldn't surprise her with any sudden turns. She wanted to ask what they were running from, but figured it to be pointless. He could tell her all about it when they were safe... and still.

[Antonus]

Keeping his pace as a physically fit male who should have joined the military, but instead became a bounty hunter. Slayn Slowed down allowing Trin to pass him, while a hail of blaster fire came out of nowhere. Shielding the girl he took a bolt to the back stopping him in his tracks and falling forward. Was this the end? he thought to himself.

Laying on the floor Slayn looked up at the sky waiting for the inevitable. It's funny how death worked even after all this time. He was the one passing judgment on all those souls who deserved to be killed. Slayn felt he was dealing some sort of divine justice, but now he'd come to his own judgment? Maybe a higher being was finally going to stop him from killing. Something greater then any species, something mythical. Or maybe it was just his own mistake he was human after all and humans do make mistakes.

He'd hoped Trin didn't look back. he'd hope she kept running and got away from were he was. Of course the men stopped shooting once they saw Slayn go down, and now they'd confirm if their target was in fact dead. His weapons were just out of reach. He was now a sitting duck as his enemies inched closer toward him aiming directly at him. If he'd make any type of movement he would be a goner. It was only a matter of time before they found out he was still a live.

[Zarkan]

Tishr kept his carbine hanging from his side by it's strap as he weaved his way though the sparsely populated Lane flanked on either side by multiple alleyways. Tishr scanned carefully around him as best he could with many of the beings around him towering over him though most kept their distance from the armor clad mercenary. He fought to leave his mind unoccupied so his attention would be higher his hearing almost stretching out in the noisy area reaching for a sound. It was at this point he suddenly heard the loud unmistakable hissing sound of blaster fire coming from a nearby alleyway up ahead. Without even thinking he sprinted towards the alley way raising his carbine to his shoulder before stopping at the edge of the alley as the blaster fire ceased. waiting a moment to catch his breath before he glanced around the corner at a trio of large men approaching a forth laying on the ground he crouched down as he moved out sticking to the wall as he hid behind a container glancing one last time before tossing a concussion grenade over the incapacitated man hitting one of the others in the shin. he waited for the grenade to go off before leaping up and sprinting at them shooting the two farthest most in the torso and head before crashing into the closest and smacking him several times in the head as they both crashed to the ground.

[Meira]

As they ran, Trin's breathing became more and more strained. She wouldn't be able to keep this pace much longer. Then suddenly, she had passed the man. She knew she had not picked up the pace, which meant he had slowed down. Trin reduced her speed as well, but it seemed the man was determined to be behind her. Well that was stupid, she didn't know where they were going. Her head turned to look behind her to him, and then the purpose of this change became clear.

Trin's eyes doubled in size, it seemed, as she let out a yelp as blaster fire hit the man's back. Still with her head turned around, she didn't see the garbage bin ahead of her. In a flail of arms, legs, and garbage, Trin tumbled to the ground. She scrambled across the floor of the alley, wanting to return but fearing for her own life.

Then suddenly, another figure appeared, moving right past her. Trin stifled another scream and did her best to stay still and hidden among the trash. This newcomer advanced as a group suddenly appeared around the first man's body. And then in a struggle, the whole group was brought down. Was this guy helping the bounty hunter, or was he simply claiming the man as his own kill. In panicked silence, Trin waited. She could do nothing else.