Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 13, 2012 4:28:57 GMT -5
Kilo had been in an interesting phase of her life, to say the least. The assassin was now a former member of Green Meadows, having deserted when her RELIC chip had failed, and consequently when she'd failed her mission.
That had marked her only failure, and without any loyalty to her masters remaining, and with her own fears and desire to flee, the ochre-skinned human woman set out on her own, finding the degree of independence she had rather liberating, but also rather disturbing.
Now she was vastly different, a whole new woman in fact, and not for the better. While formerly she was ice, now she retained that coolness only when a scope was in front of her. The remainder of her time she was wary and cautious, constantly on guard for any detail out of place, anything to see if Green Meadows was after her.
Kilo was dangerous now, a woman on the run, and while she gravitated towards living in isolated locations devoid of sentient life, she did have to afford various supplies and put food on her table, and food couldn't always be found by hunting. On those occasions, like now, the assassin took on jobs.
Sometimes the Hutts who usually held sway over such contracts were reluctant to hire on a stranger, but the majority of the time there were open contracts of varying types, and today's contract was against an arms dealer who hadn't been paying the Hutts what they were promised.
He'd already killed a pair of bounty hunters who'd tried to collect the payment connected with his premature death, but the pathetic children who carried arms on this backwater planet were nothing impressive, and Kilo could easily best them.
For the past three days she'd been scouting out the arms dealer's locations, following his pattern from the shadows, and learning everything there was to know about him. As a result, she'd discovered the very best time to take her shot was from the cover of darkness, from a balcony on the neighboring apartment complex, where she would have a perfect vantage point against him.
Now she was clad in a pale grey sari, a hood loosely covering her head, though messy black hair peeked out over thick eyebrows. Her hooked nose sat there on her face looking prominent, and her lips were kept tightly together as she walked through the crowd, holding a valise tight by her side, one that contained her collapsible rifle, a slugthrower this time around, with fifteen rounds of high explosive ammunition.
The long and lean human woman opened the doors to the lobby of the apartment complex and entered, making her way up to the apartment she'd selected, home to a family that was out of town on business.
That had marked her only failure, and without any loyalty to her masters remaining, and with her own fears and desire to flee, the ochre-skinned human woman set out on her own, finding the degree of independence she had rather liberating, but also rather disturbing.
Now she was vastly different, a whole new woman in fact, and not for the better. While formerly she was ice, now she retained that coolness only when a scope was in front of her. The remainder of her time she was wary and cautious, constantly on guard for any detail out of place, anything to see if Green Meadows was after her.
Kilo was dangerous now, a woman on the run, and while she gravitated towards living in isolated locations devoid of sentient life, she did have to afford various supplies and put food on her table, and food couldn't always be found by hunting. On those occasions, like now, the assassin took on jobs.
Sometimes the Hutts who usually held sway over such contracts were reluctant to hire on a stranger, but the majority of the time there were open contracts of varying types, and today's contract was against an arms dealer who hadn't been paying the Hutts what they were promised.
He'd already killed a pair of bounty hunters who'd tried to collect the payment connected with his premature death, but the pathetic children who carried arms on this backwater planet were nothing impressive, and Kilo could easily best them.
For the past three days she'd been scouting out the arms dealer's locations, following his pattern from the shadows, and learning everything there was to know about him. As a result, she'd discovered the very best time to take her shot was from the cover of darkness, from a balcony on the neighboring apartment complex, where she would have a perfect vantage point against him.
Now she was clad in a pale grey sari, a hood loosely covering her head, though messy black hair peeked out over thick eyebrows. Her hooked nose sat there on her face looking prominent, and her lips were kept tightly together as she walked through the crowd, holding a valise tight by her side, one that contained her collapsible rifle, a slugthrower this time around, with fifteen rounds of high explosive ammunition.
The long and lean human woman opened the doors to the lobby of the apartment complex and entered, making her way up to the apartment she'd selected, home to a family that was out of town on business.