Re: RPG - Stolen Bride
Stealing a Z-95 Headhunter on Ryloth and pursuing the Morbis Ferre to god-knows-where was not exactly what you could call the man's style. And when it came down to style, the youthful bounty hunter had plenty of it. Or at least, heÃ¢Â€Â™d like to think so.
He peered through his electrobinoculars staright into the masked visor of the Ubese bounty hunter. The TwiÃ¢Â€Â™lek appeared to be having a conversation with the other two, but the man spying on them from a rooftop couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t make out what they were saying.
The human knew that out of all the amateurs who showed for the bounty, Arcuse and Sathik were probably the most likely to succeed. HeÃ¢Â€Â™d weighed his options and decided with the big players out of the running, his best bet was to tag along with those two and the prince who was accompanying them. Frankly it all confused the man, who passerby had started referring to as The Masked One.
The Masked One knew the Ubese warrior and the plagued hunter by reputation, but he had only seen the blue-skinned TwiÃ¢Â€Â™lek looking lost and doubtful a few moments ago during the briefing.
Ã¢Â€ÂœMust be the princessÃ¢Â€Â™ squeeze looking to be a knight in shining armor.Ã¢Â€Â he conclusively muttered under his breath.
The hunter hopped off the building he was posted on and down onto the Headhunter he had claimed. Hurriedly he pulled on a dark red cloak over his jumpsuit, not his usual color, but a nice match to the wrappings around his mouth, nose, and crown. His dark eyes were his only visible facial feature. Black hair poked through the wrappings and messily dressed down the sides of his head. He strapped his modified blaster to his hip and made sure all his other equipment was safely stored in the folds of his cloak.
Satisfied, he seated himself in the cockpit and strapped himself in. The others had already boarded and The Masked One was anxious to take-off. Not only was he about to follow a rivalÃ¢Â€Â™s ship (he was sure there was something in the Bounty HunterÃ¢Â€Â™s Code against that), but the fighter he was currently sitting in most likely belonged to another hunter. The last thing he needed was another hotheaded Rodian on his ass.
He squinted into the sun-drenched Ryloth sky. AndÃ¢Â€Â¦ yes, there it was, a Skipray Blastboat soaring away into the planetÃ¢Â€Â™s atmosphere. The Masked One gave it a second, maybe two, before following them. Honestly, he was surprised Arcuse hadnÃ¢Â€Â™t already spotted the little tracking device heÃ¢Â€Â™d placed on the Morbis FerreÃ¢Â€Â™s hull. Unless his fellow hunters were attempting to draw him out, The Masked One wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t put it past them.
It was hardly piloting once they were out of RylothÃ¢Â€Â™s system. He just sat back and, being careful to stay out of range of their sensor array, let the device match the larger shipÃ¢Â€Â™s coordinates. The reason for the shadiness and the disguise was just a precaution for the job-at-hand. The Masked One had dealt with the Hutts before, and it never ended well. ThatÃ¢Â€Â™s not to say that the bounty didnÃ¢Â€Â™t pay-off, but the situation itself never ended well. It was best to go in without an identity to avoid any further complications. In the criminal underworld of the Hutt empire, you could never be sure who youÃ¢Â€Â™d run into.
Besides the cloak made him feel so damn cool.
Despite the ease of his travels, The Masked One felt relieved when they finally entered Nal HuttaÃ¢Â€Â™s atmosphere. He wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t used to the cramped controls of the one-man fighter and it was awful lonely without even an astromech droid to check diagnostics with. After the Morbis Ferre made its landing, he circled the ship a few times before landing in a public hangar one street over.
He rushed over to KubbaÃ¢Â€Â™s Palace after the trio. He almost lost sight of them in the crowd due to the TwiÃ¢Â€Â™lekÃ¢Â€Â™s new look.
Great minds think alike, The Masked One thought noting the facial tattoos appreciatively.
He snuck around the back of the cantina to settle into a chair near the rear, just within earshot of Arcuse and the force-sensitive informant. The hunter neednÃ¢Â€Â™t have worried, the three were so occupied with avoiding falling under the girlÃ¢Â€Â™s spell, they didnÃ¢Â€Â™t even notice him come in. The human was oddly familiar though. Curious, he leaned closer, she almost resembledÃ¢Â€Â”
He grabbed a hold of himself and shook it off. He regained self-awareness just in time to hear what he needed to know about the party. The Masked One gave a satisfied smirk. Parties, there was no better place he blended in.
Last edited by Dravage (Tuesday, September 19, 2006 4:39 pm)