Post by Darth Nergul on Sept 4, 2008 1:09:42 GMT -5
Flowing waves cover the entire planet of the figure's destination. It was a beautiful sight for anyone's eyes, but that was generally not the point of going anywhere these days. Riding a lower class shuttle, which some would even call a rust bucket, no one would expect someone of any importance. There was money to be made on this planet, by "removing" someone from the city. Perhaps it would be better to say the entire universe. Finally landing, the rodian muttered, though not in a sour way, under his breath, "You have nowhere to run anymore."
City stealth was the key here, which is generally known as being able to blend into the crowds of civilians. A simple task for those who have the proper clothing, but more importantly the proper attitude. The simple slip up would normally not bother anyone, but for someone already paranoid of being a target, that is not the case. Only one solution for this type of assignment would be a concealed weapon. But the real question was if it had to be something silent. And yet he couldn't use something that caused a boom anyways, for how would he get past security?
An even more difficult about this task was the amount of witnesses and guards that are around the target, identified as Lirrez Erien, at all times. The backstory given to the hunter was that the mark originated on Corellia, with the dough to keep himself covered by almost any trouble, noting the almost was the key. Small islands were crowded and hard to keep what could be called a small platoon with him. Instead, Mr. Erien has to rely on using the masses as a sort of meat shield or alarm. Little does he know that he is actually less safe in public, despite all the guards and witnesses running around. But the task for now was to find out when was the best time to eliminate him.
And so Roleez of the Chattza Clan pushed his way through these innocents to a motel. Wearing a ragged jacket over his simple garments, along with a small carry-on bag, he was not hassled. Going through the automatic door, the rodian signed into his room and was on his way. Finally pulling out his binoculars, after opening the curtains of course, he peered through and spotted a mansion. A drunk crowd was walking around, but there was an obvious leader. "Target confirmed," was simply stated by the hunter, and soon he would have his money.
City stealth was the key here, which is generally known as being able to blend into the crowds of civilians. A simple task for those who have the proper clothing, but more importantly the proper attitude. The simple slip up would normally not bother anyone, but for someone already paranoid of being a target, that is not the case. Only one solution for this type of assignment would be a concealed weapon. But the real question was if it had to be something silent. And yet he couldn't use something that caused a boom anyways, for how would he get past security?
An even more difficult about this task was the amount of witnesses and guards that are around the target, identified as Lirrez Erien, at all times. The backstory given to the hunter was that the mark originated on Corellia, with the dough to keep himself covered by almost any trouble, noting the almost was the key. Small islands were crowded and hard to keep what could be called a small platoon with him. Instead, Mr. Erien has to rely on using the masses as a sort of meat shield or alarm. Little does he know that he is actually less safe in public, despite all the guards and witnesses running around. But the task for now was to find out when was the best time to eliminate him.
And so Roleez of the Chattza Clan pushed his way through these innocents to a motel. Wearing a ragged jacket over his simple garments, along with a small carry-on bag, he was not hassled. Going through the automatic door, the rodian signed into his room and was on his way. Finally pulling out his binoculars, after opening the curtains of course, he peered through and spotted a mansion. A drunk crowd was walking around, but there was an obvious leader. "Target confirmed," was simply stated by the hunter, and soon he would have his money.