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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Sept 21, 2005 23:05:25 GMT
:.Nighthawk roamed the streets of Nar Shadaa, his black armor dimply glistening within the night's light. His cold, blue eyes looked out from under his black-silken mask, eying anyone he saw with disdain. He clenched his fists, which made a crackling noise from the dragonscales which outlined his gaunlets with a protective layer. A katana hung at his back, and two daggers were in hidden compartments upon his forearms, along with a heavy repeating blaster, sith made, which was hidden on his thigh. The assassin, mercenary, and bounty hunter went into a club, ordering a drink. He needed an employer, and he would do any job, without question. It was all about the credits.:
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Sept 21, 2005 23:23:45 GMT
*Hoorex entered the same cantina moments later...he was in search of the very man, and was tipped off that he would come here...he searched around, obviously drawing attention to himself with his blue armour and his badges covering his chest*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Sept 22, 2005 0:22:16 GMT
:.A mandalorian? Nighthawk hadn't seen one of them in a long time. Was it luck that he was here? Nighthawk even reached into the force, and found the being mandalorian. They must have returned. Where have I been during all this? Nighthawk got down from the bar, and slid into a booth, his charcoal armor dimmly shining. His cold, blue eyes looked out from under his silken mask, which was topped with titanium, and looked at the mandalorian more closely. He waved his hand towards the figure, his dragonscale gaunlets slightly shimmering with the motion. Perhaps this would be his big break.:
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Sept 22, 2005 0:24:19 GMT
*Hoorex sat luckly close to the man...he had heard of his talents but had never met him and hoped that somehow the would come into contact*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Sept 22, 2005 0:39:49 GMT
:.Nighthawk had never seen a mandalorian in his life; he was amazed, especially since this mandalorian was a general. He leaned back in his chair, and decided to take off this mask. The silk and titanium seperated as they came of his head, and Nighthawk slipped the materials into a pouch on his pocket. He wasn't on a mission, so it didn't seem significant to him. His cold, icey blue eyes looked at the mandalorian, seeing right through the warrior's helm. He saluted the general, knowing of mandalorian traditions.:
"I am Nighthawk... a mercenary, assassin, and bounty hunter. What brings you here, friend?"
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Sept 22, 2005 13:26:49 GMT
"Nighthawk?...hmmmm...My reason is you...I have heard of your work and I need a job done. Two people need to be killed and I will allow you to name your price..."
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Sept 22, 2005 19:30:39 GMT
"I will warn you, my work is quite expensive."
:.Nighthawk's cold, blue eyes looked at the mandalorian, studying him. With the right price, he may be able to start up his own business. And, prices were high these days, and he would need money... alot of it. Getting back into the business mood, he put back on his silken mask, still studying the mandalorian. He leaned back, slowly exhaling. He reached down to his thigh, gripping his blaster just incase this got out of hand... sometimes people flipped out when you named your price.:
"One million per subject."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Sept 22, 2005 23:35:34 GMT
*Hoorex sat there, unusually calm. He didn't fear this man, as he thought many people did. His work was well-heard of...but hoorex didn't really need his help, he was just lazy...*
"No dice..."
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Sept 24, 2005 20:53:28 GMT
:.Nighthawk nodded; he understood that the price he had asked was alot of money... he could lower it. He leaned back, and slipped back into his mask, getting back into the business mood. He once again stared upon the mandalorian, his cold eyes gleaming in the dim light of the bar.:
"400,000 Credits, together for both of the subjects..."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Sept 24, 2005 21:27:48 GMT
"sounds good...here is a list of data on each one...If and when you find them contact me and I will reach you. I want to see your abilities in action"
*Hoorex hands him a small data pad containing the credits and the peoples names*
ooc:I'll pm them to you
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Sept 25, 2005 1:50:40 GMT
:.Nighthawk nodded, and stuffed the datapad into his pocket.:
"I will be sure to do that, General."
:.He turned his head, his cool, cold gaze lifting off the mandalorian. He had alot of work to do, and he would do so to perfection. He left the cantina under the guise of his silken helm, and the force raging through him, filtering him with darkness. He let the wind brush against him as he was outside, his mind set on the credits, forgeting that he may just perish even attempting to get one of the persons on the bounty. But, he lived life on the edge.:
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