No Mercy, No Compassion, No Regret (Closed RP: Typho + Scynthe)

Typho Raame, the Grey Vigo of the Galactic Trade Commission, stood in his office, consulting a datapad, observing the information that was situated on the screen. He was waiting for Scynthe, a Red Employee and also one of the Intelligence Agents. The two men were finally going on another hunt together.

Typho looked up as Scynthe entered, and gave him a grim nod. He placed the datapad on his office table and stood up.

"You're here. Good. Alright, let's get straight to business. You and I both know that we've been having it too easy around here lately. Well, we're going to put a change to that. I've found us a bounty that will undoubtedly be incredibly difficult, dangerous, and perilous. Just the way we like it, eh?"

The Mandalorian gave a savage growl, and fingered one of his DC-17 Blaster Pistols, expressing the feeling that he was wanting to kill something.

"The target is a human called Valian Gryn. At 0400 hours today a bounty was put on him. The individual who put the bounty on him didn't say why. For all we know, Gryn might have done something incredibly illegal, or might have just pissed the guy off. Hell, he could be just plain innocent, and might have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The why is irrelevant. Even if he is innocent, there'll be no guilt on my conscience. No mercy, no compassion, no regret. The way men like you and I should always behave."

"What is relevant, however, is the amount that the bounty is worth. 200,000 credits. 100,000 each. A huge amount of credits. I don't know about you, but, I really don't care what Gryn has done. If there's going to be a reward that big, then he's a dead man. Problem is, that amount will attract a large amount of bounty hunters across the galaxy. We'll undoubtedly have to fight them for the prize. So, it'll be a race against time as well. That doesn't matter. You and I both know what we're capable of. Gryn isn't going to live. And we sure as hell aren't going to be beaten."

"Ok, here's the skinny. He hasn't been sighted since the incident with the individual who put the bounty up, one Weequay named Diergu Lunko, which was about three days ago. Lunko said that he and Gryn were on Bothawui in the capital city of Drev'starn. Gryn may have left, or he might have stayed. Another irrelevant matter. We'll be going to Drev'starn first and see what we can uncover. Find any witnesses or something. Now, Bothawui isn't too far from Nar Shaddaa, so it won't take us too long to get there."

"Any questions?"

Typho nodded after he heard Scynthe's last comment. He couldn't help to stop the slight grin that broke out onto his face at the thought of the memories of nostalgia.

"Just like old times, eh?"

Typho clasped a hand on Scynthe's shoulder and turned to leave to his quarters to gather up his weaponry that he carried around on him in all his hunts.

Typho was leaning on the side of his M22-T Krayt Gunship, the "Red Vengeance". He had modified the ship since Scynthe's last trip on it, making the shields, engines and armament all more powerful than before.
The Mandalorian was wearing his usual attire that he carried on missions, however, he had added a couple more items. As was the norm, he carried his twin DC-17 Blaster Pistols, an assortment of different grenades, his Sfor Republic Carbine, two combat knives strapped to his legs, and his two close combat weapons, a Mandalorian Katana titled "Judgment", and his slightly smaller Wakizashi, "Firestorm". The Hunter was wearing his jet black Mandalorian Stealth Battle Armour, uniquely forged with the engravings of his clan, Bralor, and the marks of the Neo-Crusaders and original Mandalorians. He looked more the part on a one-man assault against a Capital Ship than going on a hunt. It never hurt to be prepared.

Typho saw Scynthe coming a raised a hand in greeting.

The Mandalorian let out a low growl in appreciation at Scynthe's word. That was something that he'd been waiting to hear for a long time. Time to get into the hunt. He followed Scynthe up the entrance ramp of the Red Vengeance and made his way to the cockpit. The ship was already turned on, the massive engines vibrating the ground and hull of the Krayt Gunship. All Typho had to do was lift off.

He jumped into the pilot seat, indicating that Scynthe move into the co-pilot/main gunner seat. Thanks to Typho's modifications, the Gunship now had three extra seats, for passengers, in case he needed to take a squad into combat.

Typho pressed a button on his wrist-comp, watching as the massive hanger doors slowly came apart, revealing the blue blur of the atmosphere shield and the night sky of Nar Shaddaa. The Mandalorian grabbed hold of the take-off control and pushed forward. The Gunship lifted off the ground, and sped forward, its Landing Gear slowly moving up into the the main body of the ship and out of sight.

In mere seconds, the Gunship was speeding up and out of the city, the engines rocketing it forth with great acceleration. A few moments later, the Gunship burst out of the atmosphere and into the inky black of space. There was nothing but black and twinkling lights of millions of distant stars. Typho quickly put in the hyperspace coordinates of Bothawui, and prepared to make the jump.

Typho punched the control, and the ship made the jump. Stars became a vast blur of lines and light just zipping past, whilst the black emptiness was replaced with a massive tunnel of fiery blue flames and light. Typho had always wondered what made hyperspace possible, and who created this technology. He marvelled at its infinite power and might. Although many took it for granted, Typho believe that the hyperdrive was the epitome of technology. Its what made the Republic possible. Without the hyperdrive, no planets would be able to communicate with each other quickly. It was legendary...

Typho brought his mind back to the present and looked over at Scynthe.

"It'll take an hour or so to get to Bothawui, my friend. Just make sure that the weapon systems are fired up and ready. We don't want to be caught off-guard, do we? Never happened before, and never will."

"That we will, my friend, that we will."

Typho laid back in his chair, closing his eyes. He took every possible moment to rest, to make sure his body was at 100% capability. However, should even the slightest noise happen, he'd be awake and ready for action.

With Scynthe in the cockpit with him, Typho knew that they'd be safe. He'd be able to alert Typho in an instant. Typho took that opportunity of safety and soon fell asleep.

Typho was awake in an instant, his hand already on the the stock of his gun, ready to flip it up and into position. Seeing that it was only Scynthe, and that they were nearing Bothawui, Typho relaxed slightly, and sat up straight, easing himself towards the control desk. Typho waited a few moments, until an alarm flashed red above them and began a high pitch beeping, signifying that they were now in the vicinity of Bothawui and were able to pull out of Hyperspace. The Mandalorian nodded to himself and pulled the lever, ripping the ship out of Hyperspace and into Realspace. The massive planet of Bothawui was before them.

"Let's do this."

Typho nodded, a grimace on his face that would seem as if he was in pain or angry, but in fact it was his look of grim determination and approval. Scynthe's idea sounded perfect.

"Hooah. Sounds good to me. Oh, by the way, one of my new modifications is a stealth-field cloaking device. Not as powerful as some capital ship cloaking devices, but this maybe will still keep us off any RADAR and be unable to be spotted by any visual eye. Unfortunately, I need to turn it off in order to jump to Hyperspace or fire the laser batteries, so, it has its downs. Turning it on now."

Typho flicked a switch on the control desk. A blue alarm flashed silently above them, signifying that the cloaking device was in place and online. It didn't seem as if anything had changed to the two, but, from the outside, no one would be able to spot the Red Vengeance.

"Taking her down now. Knuckle up. We need to be ready for any encounters right from the beginning. Hell, I know where going in quiet, but, we might have to open fire from the moment we get out of the ship."

Typho nodded in agreement, and brought his Sfor Republic Carbine up to shoulder height. He held it in one hand, and placed the other of the command control to open the exit ramp. With a quick punch, the control complied, and the ramp began to open slowly. Typho span to the right, out of view for anyone who was watching, and activated his stealth system.

He popped his head out of cover and looked around. It seemed as if everything was all clear, but Typho never knew to trust the obvious. The Mandalorian quickly crouch-ran down the ramp, and moved his Carbine in an arc, whilst looking down the sight, for any tangos.

Seeing that there were none, Typho lifted up his hand to Scynthe, turned it on its side and swiped downwards, signaling him to exit the ship.

Typho heard the blaster shots, and instinctively dropped to the ground, rolling to the left into a patch of shrubs. He would be easily camouflaged in the leaves, and began looking around for the hidden enemy. He didn't actually look for the enemy, he was sure the man was far too professional for that. Instead, he looked around for elements that indicated he was there. A broken twig, a little flare of dust, a footprint, etc.

Typho soon spotted him. The man had taken refuge behind a small tree. He had moved to the right slightly, to try see where his enemies had gone. The Grey Vigo spotted that the hostile had a nasty looking burn mark on his left leg, no doubt from one of Scynthe's shots. It would slow him down indeed.

Typho slowly eased his Sfor Republic Carbine out of the bush, to take the shot. He would aim for the man's shoulder, and he wanted to see if any there was information that the enemy Hunter had. A moment later, with his Carbine in position, the Mandalorian moved his index finger to the trigger, aimed down the sight and waited... one... two... three...

There was a small flash of light, as a blaster shot erupted out of the barrel of the Carbine, and smashed into the man's shoulder. He fell back with a groan, behind the tree. However, Typho stayed put, waiting to see if there was anyone else in the vicinity. Never run out into the open, Typho knew.

As he saw Scynthe begin to cautiously make his way to the body, Typho got into a crouched position, checked one last time for tangos, then stood up and walked over to Scynthe. Their enemy was a Rodian, still alive, and injured into two places. A shot by both Scynthe and Typho. The Mandalorian knew that those two shots would be very painful, and he used it to their advantage.

"You, Rodian... You'll answer my questions, or your going to feel more pain, ok? Good. Now, question one... Who are you, and who do you work for?"

Typho pulled out one of his DC-17 Blaster Pistols, and held it to the Rodian's knee, prepared to send a shot into it, severing tendons and muscle.

Typho growled and pressed his finger onto the trigger of his pistol, and repositioned it to the Rodian's face.

"Funnily enough, that's the place where you're about to go. I give people once chance. One chance to answer my questions. If they do so without hesitation, I conplemplate letting them live. If they don't, I kill them. It's that simple. I gave you one chance. You didn't answer. So, there is only one outcome."

Typho inched his pistol forward, slowly, closer and closer, until it was aimed directly between the Rodian's eyes. Their enemy was going cross-eyed, keeping his view on the pistols, whilst sweat began to form on his brow. Typho let his suffer for a few moments until he relented. He stood up, and feinted turning away. A moment later, he swung back, having flipped the pistol, so that he was holding onto the barrel, and brought it crashing across from the left to the right, impacting into the Rodian's head, making it swing sideways, from the powerful hit. The Hunter was concussed, but very much alive. Typho grunt and faced Scynthe.

"Do the honours for me. Add this bug-face to your body count.."

Typho pondered for a moment, then made his decision. He turned to Scynthe and pointed north.

"We're about half a click south of the capital city, Drev'starn. So, if we continue north for a little while, we'll get there. That's where Lunko said that he and Gryn were at the time when he put the bounty up. So, I suggest we check it out, and see if we can find any clues to the whereabouts of Valian Gryn. Hooah?"

Without another word, the Grey Vigo slipped his DC-17 Pistol back into its holster, flipped out his Sfor Carbine, and began walking northwards.

Typho immediately and quickly sized the Cantina up and down. It seemed like it would be an appropriate place to begin their investigation. It was quite large for a Cantina, and probably the biggest establishment of one they would find in a huge radius. It would be better to begin here, than trying to find another that might possibly rival this one. There'd be no point in looking.

"Let's do this. Be on the lookout, though. Cantinas are always ripe places for an ambush or assassination attempt. A small place to hide a concealed blaster and get a clean shot or a small slip of poison in one's drink. Stay frosty..."

Typho grunted at Scynthe's words and rechecked the occupants. Most were the native Bothans, however there were some other species, and what looked like a few Spacers.

"Hnh. Well, we're not here to make friends, are we? Strict business. It we have to force some... unpleasantness on the locals, well, then I guess we have no choice. Well, let's get under way. We'll split up. You check out the left area of the Cantina. Investigate the occupants. I'll do a sweep of the right."

Typho clenched his fist and hit his chest with it, signalling for Scynthe to get to work. The Mandalorian turned away and made his way to a group of sour-looking Bothans who looked as if they were frequent customers around here.

As Typho neared the group of Bothans, they looked up, and eyed him suspiciously and sourly. One or two of them were trying to give the Grey Vigo hints, by patting blaster holsters and knife sheaths. Typho looked at the weapons scornfully; they were toys for children compared to what the GTC Operatives carried with them.

"Nice day for a drink, eh, gentlemen? There's no need for you to play with your blasters here... I'm just looking for some good company. Besides, you don't want to go in over your head, do you?"

Whilst he finished his last sentence, Typho patted his Eradicator XT-750S Blaster Rifle, which was hanging loosely from his arm, a strap keeping it in place.

The Bothans were either very stupid or very brave, as they weren't cowed at all by the vicious looking blaster rifle. One of them began to rise, fumbling for a blaster pistol strapped to his waist.

Typho let out an exasperated sigh, reached down to his thigh, quick as a flash, and pulled one of his combat knives out of its sheath. He flipped it around, so that he was holding the hilt, with a black pointed backwards behind him. The perfect stance to slit or slash someone.

Before the Bothan had time to react, Typho slashed forward, towards the alien's throat, splitting it open, releasing a torrent of blood, as the hostile gurgled, head twisted backwards in agony. The Bothan began a slow fall to the ground, smacking its head on the table, and leaving a smear of blood down it, as his body finally crashed to the floor. A small pool of blood began to emerge from the wound, starting to drench the dead Bothan's clothing.

Typho wiped his knife clean, and returned it to its sheath. He looked up at the remaining Bothans and gave a cruel, cold smile.

"Now, then. I'm sure none of the rest of you want to experience that kind of unpleasantness. Let's just keep our weapons where they belong, and have a nice little chat, yes?"

Seeing that he had their full undivided attention, Typho gave another cruel smile. He reached out, and grabbed the chair that the former live Bothan, now laying dead in a pool of his own blood was sitting on beforehand. He spun it around, and placed it in front of himself, and sat down. The Bothans continued to stare at him, no cockiness or arrogance on their faces any more. Just plain white fear. Typho looked up and them and waved at them to sit down.

"Oh, come on. There's no reason we can't be civil. Please, sit. I just want to ask a few questions. And you WILL answer them, or share the same fate as your friend here."

Typho waited for the message to sink in, by prodding the body of the Bothan with his boot, causing more blood to seep out. He looked over at the Bothans who had finally sat down before continuing.

"So, apparently there was an incident three days ago that included a Weequay called Diergu Lunko and a human named Valian Gryn. Anyone know anything about this?"

Typho heard a small commotion behind him, followed by by grunts and two blaster shots. Typho knew what had happened and as he turned around to inspect the incident, he nodded, seeing that he was right. As always, his partner, Scynthe, had got his back. Looking over at the Bounty Hunter, he gave a nod, a small half-grin appearing.

"Thank you, comrade. Always good to have you at my back."

Typho returned his gaze to the now even more frightened Bothans. Scynthe's actions had worked even further to their advantage by scaring the hell out of the Bothans even further.

"Enough stalling... SPEAK!"

Typho roared out the final words, galvanising the prey into action. One of them leaned forward slightly and replied.

"We heard about the incident, but never saw it. Another of us was there when it happened, and he told us. We're in a small crime group, known as the Committee. It's all small time, but it gives us a living. Our man who saw the incident is a Bothan called Ma'atho. Please, we don't know any more."

"Where can we find this... Ma'atho?"

Typho let out a cold, deep chuckle once he heard the final sentence of the Bothan. Seeing Scynthe smile, he nodded, and began to reach for his XT-750S Blaster Rifle.

"We know you don't want any trouble. And neither do we, especially down the track. That's why we've got to do what we've got to."

There were four remaining Bothans, due to one of them already being killed by Typho. The Comitatus Vigo slammed his blaster rifle to his shoulder, and aimed down his sight at two of the Bothans. He fired twice, point blank range, and two small blasts out blue burst out, in a flash of an eye. The Bothans didn't have time to react before both heads jerked backwards, blast scorch marks covering their faces.

Typho sneered, and let Scynthe deal with the remaining two.

Typho grinned mirthlessly. Scynthe was definitely a man to make things a little more entertaining.

"Aye, I hear you. It's much more fun with a little bit of sport."

The two men began walking out of the Cantina, their little escapade for information completed. They had just exited the establishment, when Typho remembered something he'd seen back there.

"I noticed you dispatching that Twi'lek back there and picking up that note of his. What does it say?"

Typho grunted and took the note from Scynthe, closely examining it for any extra clues. Unfortunately, none were to be found. It was still a good find, however.

"Well, at least this will help us when we find the place. Good work for getting this. You have a real knack for "persuading" people to give you information and details. Now, let's go find this "Shi-Lak". According to those Bothans, it isn't far from here. Perhaps there's a datamap terminal that we can access to see which direction it is in."

Typho sighed and shook his head in exasperation. Screw it, he thought, this prick is going to get it. Without warning, Typho grabbed the shoulders of the man with both hands, lifted him off the ground slightly, and slammed him into the durasteel wall behind the terminal.

"You obviously don't know who you're dealing with. Now, there's another terminal three blocks down. Why don't you try that one?"

Typho made a discreet message to Scynthe, after releasing the man, but making sure he stayed put. The Grey Vigo tapped the top of his wrist, signalling for Scynthe to bring out one of his wrist-blades.

The man, completely caught off-guard, simply stared at the two GTC members, utterly frightened out of his wits. He tried to pull himself together, and speak, but no words were coming out. Just his mouth opening and closing. Eventually he found his voice and spoke to Scynthe.

"Y-yes... We... we're clear..."

Typho sneered at the man, then moved over to the terminal, typing in a few commands, then looking closely at the screen. He then nodded.

"It seems that Shi-Lak Cantina is one point six kilometers to our east, heading further into the city. Doesn't seem too far to travel, and perhaps we'll be able to get even more info, not just from that thug, seeing as we're heading closer into the heart of the city. Alright, Scynthe, we have our priority. Let's head out."