Jerus touched down in his assigned docking bay, the
Shadowed Hand powering down as the ship's weight settled onto the pad. "Almost wish I'd sent THEM here..." Sure, Nal Hutta was a nasty place, and the bogs were less than clean, but at least most of the crap down there had to find a way past their armor and it was natural. On Nar Shaddaa, the threats were all Sentient and much smarter than nature.
Heading down his loading ramp, which closed and sealed behind him despite it being a private landing pad, Jerus was just reaching the exit when he, Samus, and Thaz all got a message incoming notification on their various communications device. When they answered, they were greeted by the face of a Weequay. "Bout damn time you hunters touched down! Names Forda, under the employ of the illustrious Godda the Hutt on Nar Shaddaa. Now, you already have the minimal details, you two on Nal Hutta and one of you on Nar Shaddaa, and that both targets have to die at the exact same time or within seconds of each other, otherwise their boss will figure out something's amiss."
Jerus leaned against the wall by the door exiting his hangar. "Right. So, let's get target details, where they're going to be, the stuff that let's us do our damn jobs Forda. Otherwise we'll consider this a waste of time and maybe take the job your boss's rival offered." The Weequay's face blanched and Jerus grinned behind his helmet. While the counter offer wasn't true, the Weequay had no way of knowing that.
"Wait, wait, don't be hasty! The target on Nal Hutta is one of those damnable pigs, a Gamorrean named Gorm. He's big, ugly, and meaner than hell and just would LOVE to plant his vibroax in your chest cavity. If either of you is a sniper, I suggest taking him out at range. Now if I remember the time down there in Jaguna correctly, he'll be making a pass in sight of the space port within the hour on his usual patrol route with his small gang of Rodians. Maybe one of you can stall them and the other can snipe his ugly head off his shoulders."
He then turned his attention to Jerus. "Now, the target here on Nar Shaddaa is a big more of a challenge as he's been so cybernetically enhanced he's been known to dodge blaster fire at a near point blank range. He's a Nautolan named Ripper, or at least that's why he goes by, no one knows his real name. You're gonna have to beat him at his own game, but good luck with that. You'd have to be a Jedi or something to do that. You can find him either in a cantina called The Smoking Barrel or near the arenas, watching the other fighters."
"His boss, a member of the Exchange named Mardna, has grown a little too ambitious and tried to muscle her way in on Godda's turf. My boss has had enough, but doesn't want it to tie back to him. This conversation? It never happened. Good luck."
And with that, the Weequay cut out, leaving just Samus, Thaz, and Jerus looking at each other. "Well, this'll be different. You two let me know when you're in position and I'll let you know when I find my target. Simple right?"
Captain Erin Gor'shan and Mayhem Squad-Aboard the Glasgow
Mayhem had opted to leave the Jedi Temple mission to the crew who could get in unseen and not stick out if others noticed. However, except for the grips of various blaster pistols stick out of the holsters on their thighs, the special forces squad was in plain clothes. They had, instead, volunteered to help with the siphon operation, as that had the most potential to become a shootout the fastest. Hok'Ren, a Twi'lek and the squad's resident tech head, had brought his small portable shield generator with him for an emergency and their demolitions expert, a Zabrak named who went only by his call-sign Meteor, had brought a collapsible blaster rifle with a grenade launcher attached, hidden on his belt along the small of his back. It would pass as a canister of some kind without a super close inspection, but they'd be exposed if anyone took special interest. Erin herself had brought a grappling hook, easily concealed in her pocket as had their medic, a Mirialan named Denni, and their marksman, a Cathar named Rhosom Jhar, carried a similarly concealed rifle, except of a DMR design without the launcher. They joined the rest of the siphoners in their shuttle and rode down in silence, already passing along the easier and most lucrative target for their mission.
Jerius 'Mando' Wren-Jungles of Dxun
The Ordo Clan leader smiled, the kind of smile one gives when they know what's ahead. "Whatever means you can bring down one of the greatest killers of Jedi and Sith alike is up to you. Just know that your energy weapons aren't going to be as effective as you think. Cenarus, show them the way towards Freedon Nadd's tomb." Saluting, the man who'd met them near their shuttle lead the way to the edge of the camp where a barely discernible foot path lead into the jungle depths.
"Best of luck, Jerius Wren and Eri'Moram. You're going to need it." And with that the Mandalorian walked away, redonning his helmet to return to his vigil back in the jungle. Jerius took a moment to appraise the rather sad way forward before waving them all forwards.
"Of all the creatures on this moon, the Tarantatek had to be the one they choose..."
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