Merc with a Mouth(open)

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*In front of the infamous Darius Lenoth, more formerly known as Mandalore, lay the scattered citizens of Couscant. Normaly one would think that such a powerful, both politically and with the military, world would be the last place a man such as he would go. But quite the contrary, Mr. Lenoth spent much time here, either on buisness, or simply contemplating. To him there was nothing more beautiful than the busy noises, and the disgruntled specks that scutter from place to place...it was very amusing, in it's own pathetic way. Actually scratch that.... there was only one thing that was more beautiful than this...Long story, and for a different time.

As Dairus' shaggy black hair blew from side to side in the wind he finally came to, and jumped down from the building he was on to a lower one and finally a flag pole. Reaching hold of it, he circled down the pole. The show of such skill, was not only intimidating, but quite unneccassary and brought unwanted attention. Guess it's just something he'll have to learn in time.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He wasn't wearing any armour, and in the massive crowd it was hard to tell that he was any different from a normal wannabe-badass teen. As he landed down, he didn't stay to chit and chat busting through the crowd like a knife on butter, people twice his size getting bumped to the left or right as he walked. He had come here for one, and one reason alone....*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Finally, he had pushed past someone even he would try not to mess with. A massive wookiee, followed by a smaller, but still massive man. They looked tough, and defiantely experienced...good, because so was Darius.*

[Aradan Ather]

Aradan watched from the alleyway. There stood his target, as shiny as he was. He had been given a job from the Hutts, and this seemed to be worth the sport.

Slowly, his hand went to his knife.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*That lousey, no-good, evesdroppin' Queet! He was the one who had sold them out! And now, hearing that DArius had survived he had ran to Courscant. Ohh...but Mandalore didnt wish him death, he was kind...he wanted him to be 'one with the force' or what ever bullshit those jedi alwasy preach about.

He knew were he hung out, and he was actually relieved...this strict and proper Courscant atmosphere was getting to him. AS he plunged through the doors of the 'Decapitated Wookie' cantina he slipped into a booth in the corner...waiting for some loudmouth to bring up Queet's name.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Then it happened. Obviously the two rodians had quite enough to drink, but in cantinas like this the bartenders cared more for the cockroaches infesting the bathrooms than the customers.*

Rodian 1: Yea, So Queet!*hic* Tell 'em *hic* Tell 'em *hic* Tell 'em how ya did, eh!

Queet: IT was easy, I told *hic*the hutts how it waws gonna go*hiccup* down! They wanted to get rid *hic* of Jooba anyway, *hic* so I adivsed the Great Shamandalore to *hic* land there cause *hiccup* 'It was the best *hic* area for infultration...'

[Aradan Ather]

Aradan pondered using his knife but his mind differed and he drew his pistol, in a split-second, a blaster shot ran straight for Darius' head and Aradan jumped out of the darkness.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The shot had sent the crowd into chaos, allowing the warlord efficient time to kick his durasteel table up and slide up aginst it as cover. Didn't really matter though cause those poor fools seemed like the owned the place...*

Queet: Hey! 'ey! 'ey!*hic* Don....Don....Don! *seemed like he was searching for the 'T' but couldnt quite put hsi finger on it.*
Queet:Dont! yea! Dont *hic* come in here like *hic* you own da place!...

*He said poking a finger at the bounty hunter...the other Rodian was long gone...ran with the crowd. And as for madnalore? Well he was loading his Aedifico assasin pistol with a new cartridge.*

[Aradan Ather]

He had missed, and now this annoying patron was shouting at him... Poor fool

In the next second the creature fell to the floor with a smoldering hole in his head.

Aradan stepped over the body and drew his knife with his free hand.

"It looks as if you aren't in favor with the Hutts..." Aradan said, "Did you lose them some money?"

Aradan smirked as he drew near.

[Kapar'in Va]

Krypten had been following Darius since he had landed on Coruscant. Darius seemed oblivious to his surroundings, but then he was Mandalore so Krypten would still have to be sharp. Following his target to a seedy bar, Krypten was surprised to see a shadowy figure pull out a blaster and fire a shot at Mandalore. "So much for the element of surprise" he muttered to himself. Drawing his own heavy blaster, he blended back into the shadows and waited...

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*It was a bounty hunter...this much, was apparent. The hutts had sent him, why was also obvious, but why on earth a bounty hunter would actually take the job is beyond him.

Hearing the blaster, he thought it best not to look up and merely muttered back, his voice sounding ten-times older than he actually was.*

"Go home, boy...you have no idea what youre getting yourself into..."

[Kapar'in Va]

Krypten watched this exchange with humor. This might be easier than he thought. Drawing a bead on Mandalore's head, Krypten pulled the trigger, sending a bolt of energy at his target's head.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He moved to the left, just slightly and allowed the blaster bolt to hit the durasteel table, creating a nasty singe mark on it...*

"dont tell me! There's two of you!?

[Kapar'in Va]

The words, spoken quietly still managed to reach Darius' ears: "Don't tell me you have forgotten your training Mandalore. Surely Dxun was not so long ago?" The sneer of disdain was apparent in the way he pronounced Mandalore's name.
Krypten adjusted his aim and fired 2 more shots at his old leader.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Finally, Mandalore decided that this stupid table wasnt much good, sense they could just move around. So he hopped out, hit the ground and rolled behing the counter, and in doing so had his pistol ready. Wit this semi-automatic, this mandalorian leader had been trained and trained well. He bounced up, finally revieling himself to his opponents, who had only seen the cold husk, that he called his 'armour'. Then man in front of the two bounty hunters could not have been older than 20, and definately not what they thought 'mandalore' material based on their facial expressions. Without saying a word, he sent one shot on stun, towards Ather knocking him out, making sure he didnt kill him, but the other...he would die. He wore mandalorain armour, a disgrace and he fired another towards the newcomer.*

"How dare you wear that armour...."

ooc:Yes I know, autohit...but he's not on right now and he will wake up when he comes back and not hurt at all...