[center][color=aba000][i]Without Mercy[/i][/color][/center]

Slowly drifting in from the drop-point, the fighter took its time heading towards the star destroyer confident that this was the mark. The pilot took a glance over at the side of the cockpit where a series of marks had been made in the durasteel, each one scored with a small binary code. "Pull up the list of personnel once more." His voice was mechanical, synthesized through a series of assumed nuances and a pool of sixty-five human males of an average age and across the known galaxy. For this moment, his dialect hinted at upper-corellian reminiscent of one of the aristocratic families and likely drawn from one of them seeking to make a little more credits than they deserved.

Within a moment, the R4 unit ahead of him in the socket of the ARC-170 had fed the data into the wire connecting with his arm, transferring the full packet and letting him peruse it fully in an instant. Through a reflex of his past, the bounty-hunter/assassin had decided to do a bit of ground work on who he was to be working for before making his way to the meeting point, but it was not for the same reason others would. For those it would be a matter of seeing if they were worthy enough of their services, a bit of pride in their own skills and wanting to make sure of the qualifications. No, for him it was different. This was personal, and it was almost a disappointment when none of the faces of the crew matched with the records he had kept of that one incident.

"Dump the records and send the docking packet to the Avenger's hangar control." Not having a personal target on board made things a little easier for the mechanical mercenary, and immediately there was less interest in trying to outdo whatever other scum might have also answered the call. That was not to say that he cared nothing for whatever mission the Imperials had that couldn't be taken care of with massed blaster-fire. A thought in particular hung on him while they docked, feeling the soft impact of the landing gear hitting the plate deck and Rustbucket deciding to take their leave of the fighter. If something couldn't be taken care of by simply throwing stormtroopers at it, then what kind of problems were the Imperials having?

The thought would have to wait, it seemed that he was not the first to arrive by far, and the officer approaching looked a bit haggard as one would after dealing with the scum of the galaxy. As the hatch came up, so did blasters around the fighter and Mercy couldn't help but have a laugh to himself as he kept his form hidden beneath the folds of the robes he wore. "So eager to fight and die, but now is not the time for you vat-born." His mechanical voice dispelled the assumption that he was the one of those few rogue Jedi left roaming the galaxy, and the hood falling to reveal his metal face and orange ocular units slowly began to instill the fear and confusion he so loved.

"You must be one of the ones the Admiral has been expecting..." He left the sentence hang for a moment, almost expecting him to finish it for him. That would be done, but first a certain astromech was not falling in line as it should. Mercy turned swiftly and brought a metal fist down hard on the top of the R4 unit, stunning it momentarily and reinforcing who was the dominant one. "HK-133/5 and that's all you need to know." The assassin droid said simply, waiting for the R4 unit to come around in front of him before lightly climbing up into a sitting position on the dome of the droid despite that the action cause the central unit to dip a little lower to the ground. Staring the officer directly in the eyes, he gave a tap to the side of the droid and headed off towards the conference room via astromech droid.

Of course, with no other route to go it would be a short moment before the door slide open and the struggling R4 came to a stop at the side of the table so that it appeared as if Mercy was seated. A cursory glance gave him all he needed to know about those around him, and what he didn't know he would pull from the archives of other bounty-hunters his droid kept on him. [i]Wookie, human, rodian, another human, another rodian... A Kaleesh?[/i] If Mercy could smile, it would be a grin of sadistic pleasure from the cast of characters who had answered the call of the Empire.