Nice birds by the Lake (Planet Sedra)

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, near Morning Lake Image
Finally arrived.

If that female has already left by now...

Thoughts like that and similar had been running though Zin's head for the past day as he and his ride, a Kig-Yar supply ship bringing in supplies to one of Sedran's smaller cities who were more open to Alien assistance, had been stuck for so long trying to actually get on the planet. They had been told it would take a 'few hours' for their vessel to be checked but the Sedran Colonial Guard had, after the normal ship scans, made them dock at one of their checkpoints and have the entire vessel physically checked over as well as the crew themselves. The Kig-Yar had done so willingly, having been in communication with the city they were trying to deliver to to help confirm their stories and to have the mayor inform the inspectors that he was very angry with them for delaying honest traders like these Kigs. It would add to the cost of the delivery to be sure.

The Captain of the supply ship had also told Laz that this was something that had been happening for longer each time lately. Apparently they kept getting new bosses of these border guards and each of them were more paranoid and xenophobic of the ones that had come before. Apparently some Sangheili had tried to blow up one of the cities before - or do something to the capital before and now they were paranoid of aliens. Whatever. It gave Zin more time to prepare for his chase after the Traders dropped him off.

The Inspectors were actually surprised when he informed that they he was what they would call a Bounty Hunter and helped Zin to talk to some of their police forces to find the female Human target. They were less that happy to hear that he had been hired to kill her but it was what the Ibie'Shan had wanted. Apparently this 'Lesisly Bonit' had been a former Human contact for the 'Shan's trading company and had been skimming funds off the top of every delivery. And when confronted about this by one of the Ruuthian Employees she stabbed them in the throat and ran. Ran supposedly to this planet and Sedran City but she could have easily left if she suspected she was being perused. And she cleary did with the planets she had been hopping already.

But her head as well as the rings on both her hands had been contracted for and Zin would do his best to deliver. The Sedran police informing Zin that a woman matching her description had been seen leaving Sedran city last night heading toward the Lake.

So, after being dropped off outside of Sedran City on the far side of the Lake Zin was now stalking through the forest around the lake toward Sedran City. Goggles down over his eyes and watching the simple motion tracker as he moved at a half crouch. Sniffing and scanning for signs of Human activity, specifically Human Female activity. The T'vaoan with DMR across back, pistol on belt, and just in his clothing and armored vest with a simple chest rig with some basic supplies in it and a small sac for carrying and preparing the head. But due to the evasive nature of his quarry so far he was also wearing one of his small shield emitters on his left wrist. The hopeful goal of today was to find and kill Lesisly, retrieve the needed proof and wanted items, and then travel into Sedran City to catch a ride to make it back to the Traders to leave the planet. Zin also having a radio on his belt for contact with the Traders but it was turned off currently.


(Feel free to have anyone meet him in the forest, either to tell him off for being there, have information about the target, want to see a T'vaoan up close, whateva.)

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
ONI, Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Rogue Agent


A lot has happened, and still was currently happening, and he hoped...well, he hoped those who he loved and cared about were safe and sound. He had taken drastic measures for the past year, ever since finding out the truth. This truth has led to him being forced to leave UNSC-controlled space, and hide out in the outer-colonies until things cooled down – well, if they calm down enough, then he could meet up with someone from his past once again. Who knows how long his former employer would be after him. Right now though, he wanted to be the lone wolf, being hunted down by those he once worked for, and also hunting them down as well. It was basically a cat-and-mouse game, with him up against ONI. It's been rather quiet here on Sedra, since the colony held a disdain for the UEG, UNSC, and ONI. Of course, even though it was quiet, he still kept his guard up.

The Tactical Field Officer could easily blend in with civilians, and he looked more like an Innie than someone who was ONI, the way he was dressed, and how scruffy his beard was by now. At least now he can say he wasn't ONI no longer. He was a rogue, a hunted man...a thorn in ONI's side. He was a wanted man, for what he did...for what he had to do. What he saw as self-defense, as justice, they would simply see the truth as murder, and nothing more. They would either kill him or take him to the Midnight Facility and keep him there forever. He's been there, to the Midnight Facility, as punishment...he would rather be assassinated than spend more time in that ONI-controlled detention center.

He remembered going there, but eventually forgotten the horrors he was made to endure, but his memories were coming back, slowly, and not only memories of Midnight, but of other memories that have been repressed over the years. Memories that he could still forget, but need to deal with a little each time.

“You need to slowly deal with them...otherwise, you'll become overwhelmed by them, and you don't want that to happen; especially after all you've been through. It can be...traumatic.”

His doctor told him that, and while he sat on a log in front of a small campfire he had going near his small wooden cabin he had built a couple of months ago, he had to agree with her. Taking it slow was working, but it has still been difficult. One day at a time, he thought, as he skinned the fish with his survival knife, to get it ready to cook over the hot flames for some lunch. Beside him, was his fishing pole and his DMR resting up against the log he was using as a seat. Once he was finished skinning the fish, he leaned over, and placed the meat into a pot, where there were a few cut-up veggies inside, cooking in vegetable stock he bought at the market in Sedran City. The only thing he didn't buy was the fish, which he got from the lake instead. Much cheaper that way, and fresh catches were always much tastier to him. It reminded him of his grandfather, when they spent time fishing when he visited him as a child.

He sighed, stirring the fish stew a bit. His grandfather made this many times. The stew was full of spice and flavor, but not heavy. It wasn't an Italian dish by any means, but his grandfather loved making it, and Mike enjoyed it, and eventually was given the recipe to enjoy it whenever he wanted to have it. It's been forever since he last made it himself, and the last time he did make it was when Sage was pregnant with Renny. Sage loved it, of course. The memory made him smile a little, while he sat there, and took a break from stirring to look out at the lake again. It was peaceful...if only he wasn't a man on the run. Then maybe he could enjoy it a lot more, with his guard down. Maybe one day...

[LaxKnight]

Lesisly Bonit
Human Smuggler
Sedra, Near Morning Lake
Resting For Now

Lesisly was tired. So much time running she had to stop at some point. Why not a place with a view? The redhead sat in a shed with a pile of logs and a few interesting looking tool and gadgets, not the most ideal accommodations but then again this wasn’t her shed. She’s been on the run ever since that Buzzard tried to flay her at the last delivery. He said that he was there to ‘discuss’ the money she’s been skimming out on them though the Needler he had told her it wasn’t going to be a friendly chat. He certainly wasn’t expecting that throwing knife to actually get his throat. Remembering the look on his face and watching the blood squirt out brought a small sadistic smile on her face. Apparently they weren’t too happy about that so the next thing she knew she had a price on her head. She’s been skipping planets more than the rocks she’s skipped at this lake and ended up here when she finally got in contact with a good friend who was going to bring her ship here. Lessly had to lay low until her ride came. She already ran into one bounty hunter and there were bound to be more on her tail. A man she paid off sent her a photo of a Buzzard who showed just a bit ago. Luckily she was already in this forest when she got word. She turned off her ‘pad and went for a trek. She did her best to cover her tracks and be as quiet as possible for she knew Buzzards have good hearing.

At some point Lesisly found this cabin and it was here she decided to stop for a bit. She didn’t see anyone here but the smell of a nearby campfire caused her to believe someone might be living here. She didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention by going inside so she searched, found the shed, and decided to hole up inside a bit. She looked at her watch and let out an exasperated sigh. She resolved to checking her weapons. Back against the wall and hiding behind a pile of logs, she checked over her weapons. Underneath a maroon poncho she pulled out a M6H handgun. This military grade hardware wasn’t something the average civilian can get their hands on, being a smuggler had it’s perks, but out here in the edges of Human Space no one would bat an eye at it besides the nice engravings. She gave it a once over, made sure it was fully loaded with one in the chamber, then pulled out its twin to do the same before placing them back in their holsters. She looked over her three throwing knives, weapons she is proud of using expertly as the late Buzzard found out. She felt the blades to make sure they were sharp with the care of an artist sculpting a statue before she put them away.

Lastly Lesisly pulled out her latest addition to her arsenal and what she believed to be the real cause of all of this shenanigans. She pulled out a Type-25 Directed Energy Pistol, most commonly known as the Plasma Pistol. Besides some fancy stripes and the fact that it was alien it didn’t look remarkable. However it was special. Why else would it have a design on it after all? Lesisly has always been a gun nut ever since her daddy gave her a wooden one before she could walk. It was her dream to get her hands on one of these plasma baddies. While those Lizard Birds were skimming her on payments, was it the wisest decision to pocket some of it? Was it a smart idea to take one the coolest looking plasma weapons in the shipment as part of the back pay instead of a nondescript one that would be less noticeable? Will she probably get herself killed trying to tinker with it when she reaches safety? Well, like her daddy always said, ‘Go big or go home.’ Reluctant to leave it out any longer than she has to until she was in the clear she hid it back in it’s spot. She adjusted her glasses and flipped her hood over her head and leaned back against the wall as she closed an eye and left a hand on her pistol as she tried to rest. She took the saying literally as a child and it’s worked out so far.

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, near camping site?
Dang that smells nice...

The female sure was an elusive one. And a dangerous one. He had already suspected and accepted the latter as he was not going to be a tale for the younger hunters about overconfidence or underestimating the quarry. After all she had killed at least two, likely more, to get where she was now. And that was just the Kig-Yar. Who knew how many Humans had met her end on the end of her pist...Fish stew? That wasn't female Human.

Slowing down a little and slowly scanning around while watching the motion tracker, head turning around to look behind him too, Zin confirmed for himself that the Female wasn't around here. He would try to smell but all he could smell now was some kind of fish stew. And it smelt really nice. She wouldn't cook so openly would she? Was she that confident? It would sure make for a good tale about the stupidity of the prey if she was. Zin just nodding as he pulled out his plasma pistol and moved off at a quiet crouch toward the smell of stew.

Just a normal scuffed up plasma pistol for Zin, issued during the war and kept as payment after the collapse of the Covenant. Not anything fancy or overly important like his clients gift to his youngest chick. Not something that was worth enough to hire three Hunters to chase her down or anything like that. Not something that had even stipulated in the contract that torture and live devouring was encouraged once the prize had been secured. Just normal and worn but still very well maintained. At least Zin wasn't a fan of either should the mark be located.

The T'vaoan quickly finding the cabin by the lakeside, slowing down to be as quiet as possible before crawling forward to peak under a bush. The goggles over his eyes hopefully keeping the Kig-Yar breeds normally easy to spot eyes from revealing his position as he scanned around. There was the source of the smell. And a Human too. But a male...an outdoorsey or 'hard' looking type with all that hair everywhere. Scooting backwards to be back behind the bush Zin considered this. That male had probably been out here a long time to have hair like that and the nice set up he did. But he also had a weapon prominently displayed right beside him so clearly expected trouble. Or was paranoid. Best not to try and sneak up on him then...and the chance he could have seen Lesisly was too great for him to just leave. Crouching behind the bush Zin took a moment to smooth out his clothes and make sure his DMR stock and suppressor tipped barrel could be seen - to show that he was armed. But after glancing at his plasma pistol he decided to keep it out. To quickly fire if needed. 

Gulping to make sure his voice didn't crack too much Zin started the meeting with a decently loud 'Hey' in English before standing up so he could be seen by the Human from the waist up. Who hopefully looked over. Zin would also bring his arms up to see that he was armed, DMR over his shoulder, but made sure the plasma pistol was facing away from the Human. He then started to slowly move around the bush but stopped when he was fully visible about twenty feet away from the Human. Lowering his arms but keeping a grip on the pistol he then spoke up again. It was also good his eyes were hidden because they were eyeing that fish stewpot pretty good.

"Don't be alarmed Human - I am not here to cause you harm. I am looking for a Human female; bright red hair, many rings on her fingers, deep red cloth drape over her shoulders. Have you seen anyone matching this description? If your information leads me to her I will compensate you for it." Sure was some possible pertinent information left out there - probably company policy.

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Wary of the T'vaoan Visitor
Tag(s): Faclan


Taking a spoon that was inside a steel container that he was going to use to pour the stew in once it was finished cooking, he taste tested the broth, and then added a little more spice to it. He then went to cut up some fresh herbs for the stew, and tossed them inside; creating an even nicer aroma a couple of minutes later once the herbs were starting to heat up in the broth. While he was stirring the stew, he quickly turned his head toward the direction of where he heard someone saying “Hey” loudly. It was in English, but it clearly wasn't being said by another Human. He eyed the alien as it stood up behind the bush. The more he stared at it, the more he realized it was a T'vaoan.

He noticed that the Kig-Yar had its arms up, and then noticed it was armed with a plasma pistol in hand, but pointed away from him, and then noticed the familiar outline of a DMR over the alien's shoulder. Moretti frowned a little, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he kept staring at it cautiously. He slowly sat back a little, placing his hands on his lap, but slowly slid his right hand over to the side of his right thigh, where he kept his side-arm holstered at; unseen by the T'vaoan for now. He unbuckled the strap and slowly wrapped his fingers around the handle of the M6C/SOCOM, but seemed to be rather relaxed – though, he was far from being relaxed; especially when encountering a shady-looking alien all the way out here.

It wasn't long after Sedra was attacked by a bio-weapon by the Covenant Remnant, but he arrived some time after to find the surviving human population, who didn't die from the exposure, were even more paranoid and hateful of the aliens here; particularly those who once were part of the Covenant. ONI, of course, was sent here before the bio-weapon was released, tried to stop it, but failed. He couldn't blame them for failing to stop it, at least. It must have been too late for them to prevent it, but the Sedrans didn't cooperate well with ONI, and the rest of the UNSC, and had blamed them for the terrorist attack. It's easy to blame others than to admit fault. They chose to live here, to be independent from the UEG. If they didn't live all the way outside of UNSC-controlled space, and had better border security, they could've prevented it. The Outer Colonies were much easier targets because of those two things. The good news was, that he learned, was the unit of field agents led by Locke, went to the source – surprisingly, the destroyed Alpha Halo ring – and destroyed the element that was made into the bio-weapon before more could be made...before more targets could be hit...and before far more people could die.

Post-War is an interesting time to live in...interesting, indeed.

Moretti kept his eyes on the T'vaoan as it carefully stepped out from the bush, and stood twenty feet away from him. Now, it was clear to him that the alien was a male as he studied him more and more. He continued to stare indifferently at him, and listened carefully as the alien spoke to him.

"Don't be alarmed Human - I am not here to cause you harm. I am looking for a Human female; bright red hair, many rings on her fingers, deep red cloth drape over her shoulders. Have you seen anyone matching this description? If your information leads me to her I will compensate you for it."

He stared at him, long and hard, for a moment, and then checked on the stew before slowly standing up from the log, and stretched a little with a yawn.

“Hmm...” He rested his hands on his hips, and thought about it, as he stood there. “You're looking for a human female, huh? With bright red hair...”

He paused, remembering someone else who used to be in his life, who had bright red hair. Taylor, or Red Dragon. He smirked a little, thinking, Well, definitely not her. He took care of her himself.

“Wearing a deep red cloth over her shoulders, and has many rings on her fingers, you say? Hmm...no, haven't seen her, but from the way you're describing her, it seems to me that you're some kind of bounty hunter. A Mev-ut, correct? After all, why would a armed T'vaoan who is out in the woods, be looking for a human female for?” He grinned a little. "Certainly not for trading." Another pause. "And you're definitely not looking for her to strike up an ever-lasting friendship."

He tilted his head a little curiously, eying him cautiously. A Mev-ut Hunter. Just what I needed. If he knew Moretti was wanted, and being hunted down by ONI...

No...ONI wouldn't bother hiring a bounty hunter who was an alien. Still though...gotta keep my guard up.

He sat back down onto the log, and continued to stir the fish stew. While keeping his eyes on the food, he could still see the T'vaoan from out the corner of his eye. He then asked, "What did the female do to be hunted down by a Mev-ut?" After he asked, he gave him a quick glance before returning his attention again to the pot to taste a piece of a carrot he pulled out with his spoon to check on its softness. Nearly soft, and the fish was nearly cooked, too. Good. 

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark rich environment.
What a smart...expensive cookie.

Still standing near the bush Zin watched this Human as he seemed to be taking his sweet ol time answering the simple yes or no question. There was the chance he was crazy, but he kept his DMR it too good of repair to be insane. And he didn't look old enough to be one of those wacky Elders who loved to mess with the 'Young Fluffs' like himself. But he finally started to reply so Zin looked back at him. Having been staring at that pot before.

Hadn't seen her. Alright. Zin was about to thank the Human for his time before he just kept right on talking. Making some pretty damn astute observations or guesses about what was going on. But then again he was an armed T'vaoan running around a mostly Human planet with equipment on his person. So it would be pretty evident he wasn't out for a jog. The clothing could have sold it if he only had his pistol and not DMR maybe. Or the googles.

That stew looked so good!

But once more he was interrupted mid breath as the Human asked what Lesisly had done to earn herself a Mark. Well that was just rude. Zin frowning as he started to reply but then stopped himself. Narrowing his eyes behind his goggles as he pulled his PP out of its holder on his belt before replying.

"That's not information that you need to know Human - it was very astute of you to work out that I am indeed a Mev-Ut Hunter and that the Female is marked. But any more information I cannot tell you. In case you are in cahoots with her and it would otherwise just be bad form of me to inform anyone about my Clients contracts."

Zins face was still facing the Human as he held up his PP so he could see both at once. Pistol still facing away from the Human as Zin tapped his PP and took a picture. No loud click or anything like that but Mr. Scruff MD could probably guess what he did as the face started to be scanned for any possible bounties. Something about this Human rubbed Zin the wrong way. He knew way to much to just be some random dockworker or laborer able to pick out what he could that fast. And while Zin was happy he didn't freak out when he saw him the Human looked...too calm. Like he had been through all of this before. The PP he was still holding up vibrating after about five seconds of staring which made Zin glance to look at it.

And there it was....wow...a 420,000 Gekz mark for this Human alive. All it said he did was four murders, theft of military property, and running from authority. How in the Depths did he get that much for just that? Lesisly had killed two, stolen a precious weapon, and run and only had 80,000 - but it was also for a kill and not capture but still thats a huge difference. Zins covered eyes zipping from the held up PP to the Human before slipping it back in its belt holder and quickly swiping the plasma pistol to be facing the Human. It could always be wrong as the tiny picture that showed up wasn't as hairy as this one...But the real target had a large back tattoo. Would need to check that.

"Don't move Human." He started to slowly approach as he directed with his other hand to stop away from that delicious stewpot and more importantly the rifle. "Slowly move away from the rifle and turn around. You are a very close match to a very wanted Mark. But I always want to double check and if you are not wanted you have nothing to hide. If I am mistaken I will pay you for the mental anguish." Hard to tell if Zin meant that or it was more of a company thing to say as he was soon behind Mike. Keeping decently close to the kneeling Human so he could move to overpower the Mark if he turned violent but he was acting strangely calm again if this was the real Mark. Pistol prongs resting just off the Humans spine between his shoulder blades as he moved to raise up the Humans shirt to check for the tattoo. The goggle wearin burb probably about to have a nasty surprise.

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Oh, hey...I'm so expensive...
Tag(s): Faclan


"That's not information that you need to know Human - it was very astute of you to work out that I am indeed a Mev-Ut Hunter and that the Female is marked. But any more information I cannot tell you. In case you are in cahoots with her and it would otherwise just be bad form of me to inform anyone about my Clients contracts."

He glanced up at him, pouting, and then slowly grinned a little when he noticed that the T'vaoan had the PP out and facing it toward him. The grin slowly turned into a wolfish one, as he barred his teeth a little; in which he did so purposely, as he was aware what the aliens would think of that. He continued to stay calm throughout the whole time, and then rested the large ladle he was using to stir the food, up against the pot, but continued to sit there.

“Ah, I see...pulling the 'need-to-know' card...it's like I'm back with my former employers...geesh...” He muttered, but chuckled briefly in amusement at that.

Shrugging his shoulders as he rubbed a little at his thick beard he kept trimmed and groomed, but the warmth on his face was nice during the cold nights on this planet. He looked around the lake again, but still kept an eye on the Mev-ut. Then...there it was. "Don't move Human." Moretti slowly gazed at him, and tilted his head curiously.

“Hmm? Too bad this can't wait...I'm really hungry, man...”

"Slowly move away from the rifle and turn around. You are a very close match to a very wanted Mark. But I always want to double check and if you are not wanted you have nothing to hide. If I am mistaken I will pay you for the mental anguish."

“Okay...first you tell me to not move, and then you tell me to slowly move away,” He smirked a bit. He always loved to be difficult. “I mean, wow...you have your weapon trained on me, and I won't have time to pick up my DMR, switch the safety off, and fire at you. I'm not stupid, man. I won't try anything...but...to give you that peace of mind, I'll slowly stand up, and move away from my rifle. Just for you, pal.”

"As for the mental anguish...I have enough of that to last me a lifetime..." He muttered under his breath.

He winked, and gradually stood with his hands up. He then carefully took several steps away so he wasn't at arms reach from his DMR, but more-so away from the campfire so nothing will happen to the pot of stew. Not that he cared for his rifle...he wouldn't need it. He then turned around, and went down onto both of his knees.

Staying calm and silent throughout it, he could feel the prongs of the plasma pistol resting against his spine in between his shoulder blades. Good...he now knows where the T'vaoan's weapon was trained on him. He stared straight ahead as he waited for the right moment. Once he felt his shirt lifting up, and the hunter was focusing on that, the rogue ONI agent quickly reacted.

With his hands up, in one quick, fluid movement, he twisted around at his waist to look back; pivoting his whole body around so that he was now in a kneeling position on one knee. He backhanded the gun away from him, tightly grabbing the T'vaoan's pistol and wrist with both hands; forcing the gun to twist up toward the alien instead. Next, he lifted himself up and quickly moved forward with a hard strike to his groin area with his leg, and then struck him hard in the gut with his knee before disarming him completely.

Aiming the plasma pistol at him now, he glared coldly at him. “Get down. Now. Or you'll be seeing Aecor sooner rather than later.” There was that wolfish grin again. "For I were you, I would listen to the paranoid human who feels threatened right now."

He slowly shook his head in disappointment. "Tsk tsk...should've done your homework better about me...I'm way beyond your league - you and everyone else they threw at me so far...now...let me ask you this again," He questioned, "Why. Are. You. Looking. For. The. Human female?"

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark rich environment.
Sassy salamander.

Keeping as best a look as he could on the Human, Michalangelio or something long and stupid if he remembered his PP screen, that he was now right next too Zin leaned over and lightly grippe the bottom of his shirt before lifting up. It was a real shame that this Human may have been a marked man because Zin was hungry too, and that soup looked and smelt so good. Maybe after confirming or denying if he was the Mark he could grab some before leaving. Ignoring the Humans complaints he kept lifting the shirt. Aecor willing he could run into Lesisly too and get a double turn in. That would surely get him up to top ten territory. Zin smiling a little at that thought and also the tattoo he was seeing - this was indeed the right Human male. But then loads of stuff was throw his way. Wow, a tiny part of his mind exclaimed, last time he'd seen a Human move this fast was when they were on the rage and death fueled final hurrah before dropping dead.

When Mike started to shift around Zin moved forward to try and grab the back of his neck to shove him down to the ground but his big dreams distracted him long enough for Mike to grab him first instead. Zin just able to stop himself pulling the trigger and melting off his own face as he hissed in pain and swung at the Human with his claws. Damaged but alive would still work. But the Human had already surged forward to enter his guard and struck two low blows to make the T'vaoan caw out a cry of pain and a colorful swear that would likely get his mouth washed out by the Matrons as he stumbled backwards from both hits.

His training did kick in however when he started to fall backwards and he tucked up as best he could, rolling over his back to end up in a crouch as he reached for the barrel of the DMR. His back smarting a bit from rolling over the weapon but he would live. And his crotch smarting a lot from the hit but thankfully unlike the stupid Humans the Kig-Yar's sexual characteristics were interior. But he did freeze, hand about to grab the barrel behind the suppressor, when he saw that the Human was already pointing his old pistol at him. Well sink it all then!

Likely smart on his part Zin stayed still, his hands slowly moving to the ground as he lowered his crouch to be in a more neutral position as the Human gloated over his vicrory. The T'vaoan's eyes rolling a whole lot behind the goggles before Zin responded - sounded like he was pretty bloody indignant! Despite the worry that he was about to be executed by his own pistol...His small wrist shield emitter on his wrist ready to be flicked into active if he saw the trigger be depressed.

"Homework!? Don't try to act like you know my job Michellaibio or whatever your name is! You even saw that I scanned you right here, sure that would give me loads of time to get to know your backstory and strengths like I was able to do for that Female. But even you, with this secret backstory of probably being one of those Humans that fell from the sky in your coffins would jump at the chance to take a prize as big as you." More glaring, which just showed externally of Zin leaning a bit more forward. "But the Female had been stealing Gekz from my Client and then stole a personal item from my Client, a special weapon, before murdering the worker who went to confront her about it, before running."

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Tag(s): Faclan LaxKnight
((OOC: If she's hungry, LaxKnight ...there's some food, like home-made jerky, in there.))


Moretti sighed, nodding a little when he learned what the female did. He glanced over to where he had set up the shed he used to place most of his supplies in, but mostly used to skin and hang up the meat from deer or wild boar for a few days. He blinked, something seemed rather off, but he couldn't quite place it. Did he leave the light on or off when he left before heading to the city to buy more supplies he was running out of, he wondered, while keeping the plasma pistol aimed down at the T'vaoan's center mass.

He glanced back at him. “Well, hey,” he started, “First of all, thank you for murdering my name there, buddy.” He smirked in annoyance. “If you can't pronounce Michelangelo, then just call me Mike. I imagine the shorter version of my name was on that bounty, too.”

“You can say 'Mike', right? I know other T'vaoans who can, so you shouldn't be any different. Unless, you're the special kind of stupid.” He narrowed his eyes a little as he stared at him suspiciously for a moment before moving on.

“As for your job...” A grin. “I know a lot more than you think. So, I'm not acting like I do, because I do know...whatever your name is.” He walked over and sat back down onto the log by straddling over it, and keeping full attention on the alien before him. He rested his gun hand on his thigh, but kept it pointed at the Mev-ut Hunter. “Of course I saw you when you scanned me with your device, and I didn't do or say anything because I was curious to see what you would do next.”

“You had one simple job, and what do you do? You jumped at the chance like any other novice or amateur whose job is to hunt people down. You focused on the money, the fame instead of reality. You acted in haste, and it fucked you up, but, hey...you're alive – for now. So...pat yourself on the back...give yourself a round of applause for not sinking completely.”

Smirking, he clapped his hands together, in a rather sarcastic way for a few seconds.

He chuckled.

“The prize is one thing, but going in blind is a whole other story,” he then asked, “What's my bounty up to now? 60,000? 100,000? Higher than that? Normally my former employers do not bother reaching out to the public to take care of...certain problems, but I guess they see me as a valuable asset...but more so as a rather terrible thorn in their side because I can do a lot of damage to them over time.” He laughed at that, finding it really funny, and sounding borderline insane as he laughed loudly. 

As an after thought, he went on, “You know what I would've done, T'vaoan? I would've learned everything I can about my target, no matter how long it would take me, before even thinking of confronting them like you did.” He shook his head. “They didn't mention everything about me, did they? Go ahead...check your device again, and tell me what they listed. I'll fill in the plot holes for you. Maybe we can discuss this over a nice bowl of hot fish stew and some bread because I'm hungry. I haven't ate anything since breakfast, and that was just some deer jerky before I went out to shop in the city, and then fish.”

[LaxKnight]

Lesisly Bonit
Human Smuggler
Sedra, Shed in Forest
-Grumble Grumble-
Tag(s): Faclan , Llau

Lesisly’s other eye opened and like a flash of lightning her pistol was out as she scanned the shack. Still nothing. She thought she heard something like a bird cawing or a cry of pain. She's been to Sedra a few times so she had an idea of what was normal and that was not. Her mind tried to rationalize it but the only conclusion she can come up with was something alien. Alien was bad news for her. Alien meant most likely bounty hunters. She sat still for a while as she tried to listen for any more noises but she heard nothing. That didn’t mean she could relax. She should probably relocate if they are that close. The cabin was a bit too obvious of a hiding spot

There was a rumble in her belly. So much time on the run Lesisly didn’t realize how hungry she was. Maybe relocating can wait a little. Food was more pressing at the moment. With pistol still in hand, she slowly got up and looked around the shed. She didn’t do the most thorough sweep when she came in, more concerned with hiding. On a little table she spied what looked to be jerky. Home-made, freshly cooked Deer jerky. Surely it was possible that one or two of theses could disappear to “some critters” right?

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark rich environment.
Grumble grumble weh fish stew.

Still glaring at the Human as he talked on and on and on Zin eventually just leaned back and sat down on his rump. If this Human was going to keep this up he was going to be held here for awhile. He had the slight advantage that his DMR didn't have its safety engaged but it would still take him far too long to get it off his back and into a firing position before his legs were burnt away with plasma. And he may have been fast but he knew he couldn't block rapid fire plasma shots this close. The Human still had all the advantages here, even after he sat down next to that pot again.

"The scan and bounty just had your full name, and it had nothing about skill or danger. Just what you had done to earn the very high bounty." He replied simply, hands resting over his knees - but then the Human just kept on talking some more. He now thought that he should have seen the lack of info a bad sign - but always easy to look back on the best course to set after the fact isn't it? And its not like he was going to admit that to the Human. Zin hissing at being called an amateur and kept the quiet growling and hissing up the entire time until the Human had FINALLY finished talking. "What I should have done was made you lift up the shirt yourself Human - keep myself out of harms way. But apparently thats what I get for trying to be fair and not jumping to conclusions - don't you dare mistake that for me being an amateur. This is not my first Mark. This is not my first time out of the training room or your little counter would have laid me out. You with all your knowledge would have known that." He did what could be approximated as a huff for Humans, blowing air out of his nose as his feathers puffed up before flopping back to be more neutral. "Eleventh ranked Hunter in my guild, not some amateur...And the bounty was 420,000 Gekz for you alive. Only 20,000 dead."

After saying that Zin reached up and pulled the goggles off his eyes to shift them to be over his forehead, still being a big glaring hissing captive but now Mike would be able to see he was looking at that stewpot too. His hands going back to his knees as he sat there. Of course now without being able to see his motion sensor as the first mark could now move around a lot more easily.

Poor Zin

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Tag(s): Faclan


“Just my full name and what I have done to earn this very high bounty, huh? And 420,000 Gekz for me alive. Only 20,000 dead? Wow. Amazing.” He smirked, scoffing a little. “And you didn't bother to question it? Let alone wonder why they decided to reach out to bounty hunters like you?” A pause as he raised both eyebrows. “Assume nothing, my friend. Always question for the truth...it's something...that I wish I would have done far sooner when I worked with ONI.” He shrugged, reaching over to pick up a slouchie, and putting it over his head to keep a little more warmer as time went on.

Moretti chuckled lightly. “I wouldn't have lifted up my shirt, even if you made me...it's kinda cold out...I wouldn't want to catch a cold, you know,” He pouted, but then grinned. “I could've just pulled up my sleeves for you...I have arm tattoos, man. They didn't add that I have more than the back tattoo, which...is odd. So, I'm guessing they were rushing to get that bullshit bounty out for you bounty hunters to see. Hmm...”

Shaking his head a little, he sighed in annoyance, “Man, you can be as salty as the Dead Sea all you want, it won't change the fact that I could care less what you are. I don't care if you're the Eleventh ranked hunter in your damn guild. I don't care that I'm not your first Mark, nor if this isn't your first time out of the training room. You made a hasty rookie mistake, pal. It's okay, I'm not perfect either. I've made my fair share of screw-ups too...and paid for it.” He seethed, murmuring the last bit of information there.

He kept glaring and frowning angrily as he glanced down at the plasma pistol in his hand, as he remembered all the 'mistakes' he did before the war ended.

“ONI doesn't like it when their personnel make mistakes...errors...defying orders because you have empathy as you allow aliens to go free with a chance of surviving...” he muttered through clenched teeth.

That's right. Every time he looked at Zin, he thought of the three Kig-Yar he decided to let go on that planet, and then give them supplies in hopes they could survive. Every time he looked at the Kig-Yar, didn't matter which one, he had flashbacks, and he didn't like to have to experience his past. He still remembered their names. Eal. Roh. Talz. Maybe the damn ordeal wouldn't be so bad if he didn't know their names, and only knew them by their numbers given to them by ONI. Then again...he glanced down at his wrist of his right hand, and spied at the numbers along the inside of his wrist. Numbers. He was like a number to ONI.

“Fuck it all...” He murmured.

He blinked, looking back up at him.

He spoke to Zin again. “My counter move was more along the lines of disarming you and getting you away from me; not to lay you out.”

He sighed, getting up to walk over to stir the stew some more. He leaned down and breathed it in some, and smiled a little. He set a steel container down onto the small table that was next to the campfire, and started to pour the fish stew into it with the ladle, as he continued. “If I wanted to knock you unconscious, then I would have hit you far harder than I intended.”

He gave him a glance.

He went over with the now filled container he was using as a bowl in hand to straddle over the log again, so he could keep an eye on him as he ate. He laid the container in front of him on the log, and took a moment to say a little silent prayer, and then looked over at him after noticing that the T'vaoan kept eyeballing the stew pot.

“There's plenty...if you want some, there's another container there that you can fill it with the fish stew,” A pause. “Go ahead. Just...don't try anything. Kay?”

He sat there, waiting with the plasma pistol still in hand, resting in his lap, as he waited and cautiously watched him with a calm, but paranoid look; wondering what the alien was going to do.

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark rich environment.
...ONI.

Zins face full o' glaring was finally replaced by confusion and head tilting when Mike mentioned 'ONI'. The T'vaoan only half listening to the rest of that as he pulled out his PP again from his pocket and shifted through the programs back to the window with this Humans bounty on it...It didn't say it was posted by the Human secret bastard agency. It was just by a shipping corporation named 'Margret's Shipping and Investments'. Zin scratching the back of his head through his mane, thankfully missing a so far undiscovered item stuck in there by both individuals here as he thought about what this meant.

It wouldn't be on the Kig-Yar channels if the company hadn't be verified and could be counted on for payment. It could have been a front though. Zin looking back up at the supposedly former Bastard Human but he was still just yap yapping away like some Infusion crazed Unggoy. Somthing about him being a screw up and paying for it? That sure didn't sound like ONI. From what he had heard through the tow line (Grapevine Kiggle equivalent) was that ONI was like one of the old world Mistresses, where if you failed you were killed for it. Glancing back down at the pad Zin tried to scroll down to see if the Bounty mentioned running from them but it was so vague...It really should have been a dead give away.

Wait what? He let aliens go? During the war it sounded like? What in Aecor's name was going on with this Human...Now looking more so interested and less angry Zin kept his PP in his hand as he sat there, just nodding at 'Mike' talking about the counter move and how he would have hit harder if needed. Zin could think of loads of reasons why he wouldn't have wanted too. Like if he needed answers now, or he wanted the T'vaoan to be awake to have his hands melted off, or just to see the fear in his eyes as he was tortured. The Human seemed to lack some of that imagination the ONI were famed for.

But then he was offered some of that sweet...delicious...wonderful smelling soup as Mike poured some for himself. Zin not able to stop his tonge licking one side of his beak before he blinked and sat more still as he considered that. Before finally slowly getting his feet. Keeping his hands a bit away from his body and PP still in his hand as he started to approach the cauldron of goodness as he started to reply.

"The bounty didn't list your other apparent tattoos, it was incredibly vague." Zin setting the PP down on the log Mike was near, about three feet from him, before starting to move toward the pot. Just in case Mike wanted to see the picture and description they had for him. "Posted by a group called 'Margrets Shipping and Investments' - could be a front but they would have had to have been verified to be able to post a contract." Shrugging Zin took a wide berth to the pot so as to not be too near Mike as he started to reach for the pot but then frowned and turned to face Mike. "Why are you offering me food Mike? You know what I am and that you have a verified Bounty out for you. One that I have already tried to collect and you wouldn't know if I would try again..." A pause. "It's just...extremely rare for a Mark to do this to the Hunter once the relationship has been established."

The T'vaoan half reaching for the other bowl but still not taking it yet as he stood beside the pot.

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Tag(s): Faclan


He started sipping on the stew, closing his eyes for a second as he breathed in the wonderful, spicy aroma as he ate the small pieces of fish and vegetables that were in his spoon, along with some broth. He grunted once, and then looked up at him.

“Like I said, ONI can be extremely vague when they want to when dealing with the public, especially when it deals with a lot of classified material. To them, you don't need to know the specifics. You don't need to know everything about me, your target. The only thing you need to know is what I look like, what I apparently did, and how much shiny coins I am worth to get you to find me, and do their dirty work.”

A pause as he took another spoonful of the delicious stew.

“So, the bounty was posted by a group called 'Margrets Shipping and Investments'?”

He shrugged and stirred his spoon around the container, before setting it down in front of him, and then reached over to pick up Zin's device to take a look at it himself.

“Hmm. Yes. That's a front. I used the group in several occasions in the past when I dealt with Insurrectionists.”

He smirked a bit in amusement. “Now, look at me...I've become what I've used to bloody hate...used to hunt down...and...” Moretti trailed off into a low chuckle, and then admitted, “Now? I honestly like it. I've always been a rather puckish rogue anyway.”

He set the PP back down onto the log in front of him, and then slowly gazed over to the T'vaoan as the alien stopped at the pot. There, Moretti noticed the handcuffs the alien was carrying, and stared at them thoughtfully before his eyes shifted up to his face when the hunter turned around to face him.

“Why am I offering food to you?” He repeated the Mev-Ut Hunter's question. “Why not? I know what you are, and you know who I am now. It won't change the fact that I'm a wanted man, but I'm in no rush to go anywhere. Are you? Do you have bloody plans or something after this? Do you have some kind of bounty hunter club to get to? Dinner with the misses? Have some patience, mate. So, the least I can do is offer you some food that I cooked. No sense in letting that go to waste. You know what I mean? I also was taught that it's very rude to not offer food to someone...plus you look as hungry as I am.”

He eyed him intently, but grinned amusingly. “As for this relationship. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, sorry,” He laughed quietly, and then said mildly, “It hasn't been established at all. It's far from it, in fact.”

The more he eyed him carefully though, since he was closer to him now, the more he noticed something in Zin's mane as it reflected the sunlight. The more he stared, the more his grin faded and his eyebrows furrowed. He was suddenly having a very bad feeling about it. He slowly stood up, and raised a hand up to point at him a little.

“You have something...interesting...in your mane there, on your left side,” he told him, “and I doubt you're the type to put weird things in your, uh, mane.”

[LaxKnight]

Lesisly Bonit
Human Smuggler
Sedra, Shed in Forest
What’s Cooking?
Tag(s): Faclan , Llau


After two strips of an undisclosed snack Lesisly was hardly satisfied but sated for now. She needed to move from her hidey hole and find a new one until her ride arrives. She crouched near the door and as carefully as she can slowly opened the door a tad. Encouraged by the fact that her chest didn't have a gaping hole in it, she pushed it further until she had a decent view of the area. Seeing now one she made a quick dash to the nearest tree and stopped, listening for any movement.

Hearing none, Lesisly looked through the treetops to see smoke from a fire. An idea began to creep in her head. Smoke meant fire. Fire meant people. It could be friendly people willing to hide her or enemies that she could politely tell to fuck off. Either way, it was worth checking out. Keeping in a low crouch to avoid being detected by motion sensors and make it harder to be seen in general as she crept through the forest to the campfire. She got closer and saw two figures, a man and a Buzzard, around a fire with a pot over it. As she got closer she noticed that though the man was holding the Buzzard at gunpoint though they seemed to be having a conversation. She hid in the bush, watching to see what was exactly going on before she decided to reveal herself.

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark rich environment.
Delicious noms and fraudulent contracts.

"If puckish means chatterbox then you sure are that Mike." Zin responded as Mike launched into another of his rambles. The T'vaoan finally caving and reaching for the soup was he spoke up while spooning in some soup. "Good to know its an ONI front, I'll inform the Guild about it when I return and we may blacklist them from our services...maybe. But its not that rare for information to be vague, as often its only a small glance or something fleeting seen that we are asked to hunt down. But it is rare for a bounty as high as yours may be for information to be spartan. Especially if you used to work with the group. If this was given to the Masters or Mistresses at the guild we would have needed pictures and more info before sending it to the hunters. Makes me worry they may have uploaded the Bounty illegally without going through the proper channels..." He looked down at his soup for a bit at that - if that was true it would invalidate the bounty. Make all the trouble he went through over the past few minutes for no reason as the real mark probably skipped further and further away.

At least he got some fish soup out of it - and a possible blacklist for the Guild. That would be worth some things at least. And even though Zin didn't have any kind of stable loving upbringing or parents to teach him proper manners he had picked up enough to add something else after he finished filling his bowl. "Thanks."

As Mike launched into another tirade Zin spent the time standing around half relaxed and spooning some of the soup into his mouth...Damn it was good. The T'vaoans vocal sac expanding a bit as he ate to help his throat with he heat but he didn't really slow down the eating. He should try to get a recipe. The Cooks back at the Guild would probably enjoy finding out about some new stuff to feed to the Hunters and other workers. But he rolled his eyes at Mike saying if he had any plans, he had already told Mike that he was looking for someone, but then blink about a meeting with the misses...Not one of them yet.

"I'm on assignment, hunting the Human female I told you about - thats the 'plan' as you say." Unfortunately for Zin he had his back facing the bush where the mark was currently watching them from. And with his goggles on the top of his head he wouldn't have had any indication of her arrival. Well and he was really distracted by this awesome soup which he was spooning down in earnest before glaring a bit at Mike when he said that the Hunter Prey relationship wasn't established...but then shrugged. He had a point. Seemed that Zin could let his hair down from time to time and not be serious all the time.

"Fair...This is really good soup. If you are willing to part with the recipe I'm sure my Guild would like to have it. And at this point with the poor and perhaps fraudulent nature of the contract I'm probably just going to leave it. Go after my initial target again before she escapes. Kill her quickly," said with very little emotion, "and then get out of here before my ride leaves. This as sure been an interesting meeting to say the least." Zin concluded before going back to the soup bowl. Only half looking when Mike pointed at him and saying something about a thing in his mane? Finishing his beakful of soup, the bowl almost empty now as the hot soup was clearly enjoyed, Zin left the spoon in the bowl as he ran his free claws through his feathers a few times, thinking it was just a twig or something stuck in there.

(Feel free to say what falls out whoever posts next :>)

[LaxKnight]

Lesisly Bonit
Human Smuggler
Sedra, Campfire
In Steps Smuggler Extraordinaire

ONI? What does ONI have to do with this?

The thought swam through Lesisly’s mind as she listened to the Buzzard speak. She’s got weapons under ONI’s nose before but she’s gotten away clean (if she didn’t she would probably be dead after all). ONI was big and scary, the boogie man that every Outer Colonial feared. The fact that she not only dared to get near them but successfully get past them is a feat few can claim. While not a fact she flaunts, she demands a little for her services for it. No matter if they came for her or not, the possibility of ONI being near here was very bad news. Sneaking around them requires preparation, planning, cool, and lots of nerves. While she had plenty of the latter two, she was sorely lacking of the others. She couldn’t handle them, not yet anyway.

If not me, then why?

Lesisly’s green eyes turned to the bearded man who held the gun. She got a good look at his steel and saw that it was a M6C/SOCOM. Coming standard with a silencer, that was weapon that only special operations like ODST use. Or ONI. A special type mix of dread, fear, and a strange sense of awe filled her.

They must be after him. Going to need two guns for this.

She quietly pulled out her other pistol. While she had no problem with the stranger, he is (or was) ONI and ONI meant dangerous. The best way to deal with danger was either avoid it or point a gun at it to make it at least sit still. The click of hammers and a rustle from the bushes announced her presence.

“Why leave when the party just got started?”

If they turned they would find the while-not-super-famous-but-still-kinda-infamous Lesisly Bonit, the wanted Smuggler/Gun Nut/Outlaw. Overall she wasn’t a very impressive figure. While she wasn’t super short, she was by far the shortest one here standing a few inches below ONI mark. She was thin, a good amount of life dealt in space and colonist life did that too a woman, but decently toned body judging from what little wasn’t covered by the most dominate feature on her: her maroon poncho. It was baggy and hung past her rear with sleeves that looked to reach past her wrists. There was a pouch in the middle and she wore her hood. She wore a red bandanna styled to cover her hair so it didn’t get into her eyes though a few red lock tried to poke through. What seemed out of place for the Latina was the presence of plain black rimmed glasses that she never seemed to take off. Many thought she needed them to see but in reality she saw just fine. They just provided her with a HUD. Two engraved M6H pistols pointed at the two beings before her with gloved hands wielding three rings on each hand. On each finger besides her thumbs and trigger fingers was a different styled ring, ranging from the most extravagant one on her right middle finger to the plain simple band on her left ring finger. Each having a different story and meaning which she told with equally different frequencies.

Lesisly took a moment to size them up before a sly smile crossed her face. “Well, you can probably guess who I might be,” she said, “So who do I have the...what’s a good word? Not pleasure...opportunity of meeting today?”

It was then that she noticed something fall out of the Buzzard’s mane. “And what is that?” she quickly gestured with the gun, “Don’t pick it up. No funny business or sudden movements. Just want to know if it'll ruin my hot date.”

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Tag(s): Faclan , LaxKnight


While looking at the device in the T'vaoan's mane as he waited for Zin to find it, he sighed in annoyance, but smirked a little.

“Wow, you have such a vast knowledge of the English vocabulary. I'm shocked and amazed...if only Puckish really meant chatterbox.” He scoffed. “No, genius. It doesn't mean chatterbox. It means mischievous and playful.” He rolled his eyes. “Best for you to ask what a word you don't even know means, rather than assuming...you're right though...I do tend to talk a lot...and type a lot...I think it annoys a nerdy friend of mine. So, I reply with essay-sized responses just to annoy him, and probably give him migraines, like I do with other people.”

He chuckled in amusement.

“As for the bounty,” he explained, “It isn't that they may have uploaded it illegally without going through the proper channels, because it's a definite yes. They certainly did do that.”

He paused. “I could find out quite easily for you if you want me to. Just not here and now, due to me not having any electronics. I had to disappear, and that means I cannot use anything where they can track me via electronics on me. I have to avoid cameras, but when I can't, I tend to act normal because if one doesn't, then that activates ONI's eyes...”

He shrugged, while explaining about that, “As in...it activates their facial and voice recognition software in these CCTV cameras, and other places, like a person's personal computer's web camera all over the Inner and Outer Colonies.” While adding, "ONI is basically, the creepy Big Brother of the galaxy."

“As for recipe...” He trailed off, watching as the device fell to the ground when Zin brushed his hand through his feathered mane. “It's my grandfather's recipe...someone in my family who actually cared about me and loved me. So, the recipe is...personal to me, due to the memories, so I'm not sure if I want to share it with you. Or anyone for that matter...I'll have to think on it.”

He took a couple of cautious steps toward Zin to pick up the small device off of the ground to take a closer look at it, but stopped and quickly aimed the plasma pistol that was in his left hand at the young woman who suddenly appeared.

“Oh, yes, lady,” Moretti huffed. “It's turning out to be quite a party. All I need now is some tea and crumpets, and other party flavors...perhaps some BBQ ribs, too...grilled shrimp. Mmm. Tasty.” He smiled at her.

“Hmm. It's obvious you're the one he's looking for. Lesisly Bonit, correct? Only an idiot smuggler wouldn't bother running off, even when the opportunity presents itself. Some things never change.”

Moretti...always making friends so fast with strangers.

“But...I digress,” He then introduced himself, “I'm Michelangelo Nicoli Moretti. Yes...my Italian name is quite a mouthful for simpletons. Soooo. You can call me Mike, Michael, or Mike-Angelo. Whichever you prefer. Hell, you can call me asshole or little shit, if you want. I don't give a damn.”

Still keeping his eyes on both the woman and the alien, he tilted his head a little. “But yes, what is that, which just fell out of his mane, I wonder? And don't pick it up? Love, I'll pick it up if I damn well please.” He took another step toward the device, and said, “If you wanted to shoot at us already, then you would have done so. But...if you do want to shoot at me...you better not miss.”

He was a risk-taker, but if she really knew him, she would know he wasn't someone to trifle with, let alone threaten. He quickly picked it up, and took a couple of steps back as he raised the device up to eye-level, and examined it, as he continued to aim the gun at the smuggler now.

The rogue field officer grinned a bit, but was clearly angry, and let out a low chuckle. Shaking his head, he chuckled angrily some more, as he shook his head. He lowered the device, resting it in the palm of his hand.

“What a shame...what a damn shame,” he muttered. He then slowly looked up at Zin. “It's a damn shame that you didn't feel this when whoever hid it on you did it.”

He frowned, but suddenly squeezed his fingers into a tight fist and squeezed until it shattered like thin glass in his hand. Thankfully, he was wearing fingerless gloves over his hands, so the small shards of metal and tiny wires and electronic chip set didn't cut into his skin. He cringed, shutting his eyelids as he raised his fist and pressed it against his forehead as if he was getting a headache.

“It's a damn tracking device, if you haven't already figured it out,” He explained. “I've used these plenty of times when I worked for them. If this was on you, then that means a team of ONI field operators are here on Sedra; waiting for you to find me after giving you that bounty.”

He growled, dropping his hand to his side, and glaring at Zin. “You stopped moving around. That action alone will get them curious enough to stop what they are doing, and come find you...with me.”

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark rich environment.
Grumpy and looking for approaching Poachers.

"Its my third language thank you very much, so it should be a given I don't know every word," still running his claws through his mane as he held the empty bowl in his other hand. Dipping his beak down to lick up the last morsels of soul - likely letting Mike see Lesisly come out of the bushes as the item fell out of his mane. "Especially an older sounding word like that one. And I can tell just from our little meeting that you like to talk a lot - whatever helps you get through the day I suppose. Just glad I don't have to deal with you daily." It was at this point that he heard the rustle and clicking of what he recognized, from his wartime service, as Human magnums being readied to fire. At least two of them directly behind him. Zin slowly crouching down and putting the bowl on the log as he held his hands up at shoulder height. Only nodding a bit at Mike yapping away about it obviously being a fake contract and how it was his somthing or others recipe and how ONI housed his Brother as Zin slowly turned his head around until it was facing nearly 180 degrees backwards and he saw who was behind him.

"You!"

The T'vaoan's head going back to be facing forward as it would be clear to Mike that the bird was livid. Feathers raising up, eyes narrows, beak slightly open as a quiet hiss started to sound up, and finger tips twitching as the more primal and brutal part of Zin's mind commanded him to action. To sprint, run, leap, tackle and claw out the problems eyes and throat. But his rational mind stopping him from actions that he knew would result in him getting shot. Most likely from Lesisly but Mike still was an unknown and Zin hated being snuck up on and put in a disadvantageous position. That was what he was paid to do Sink it! And it had happened twice to him already! The T'vaoan assuming that Lesisly's hot date was her ride to leave and then she would be near impossible to find again. The quiet hissing continued as Mike stepped up to him and scooped up the not twig that had fallen out of his mane. The hissing stopped as he head tilted a little at the small black device. It looked like a big bean, the kind of thing he had seen tumbled out of a bag in the Lich's storage room when the Entourage he was a part of ran. But when crushed it was clear that it was made of glass and electronics. And Mike then revealed it was a tracking beacon. And that ONI were here looking for a possible Mark....His possible Mark(s).

"How cowardly they wouldn't hunt themselves, no skill - and you female shall be getting yours soon enough." He would mutter before starting to move.

The T'vaoan reaching up to his head to flip his goggles over his eyes before his hands returned to his shoulders. If ONI was approaching he would see them. And if it was ONI they would likely take both Marks here, and not even pay him for finding them. The ONI would probably kill him, that the stories he had heard about them. But no, he had been prey too many times today. He would not be prey a third time...

[LaxKnight]

Lesisly Bonit
Human Smuggler
Sedra, Campfire
Let’s Make A Deal
Tag(s): Llau , Faclan

Lesisly didn’t notice the plasma pistol the actual man had. It must be the Buzzards. She didn’t flinch when he leveled it at her. She was used to being under gun point no matter how exotic it was. This man was obviously the sarcastic one in the group, his speech almost seeming to drool with it. When people talked like that it meant they were usually trying to keep their minds off something. They also tended to have egos bigger than some planets, enjoy putting people down, and get butthurt easy. When the Buzzard finally turned he yelled in anger and surprise. She smiled. She loved that expression on people’s faces when the Hunted caught the Hunter with their pants down. She could see the fury building in him but also the realization that he couldn’t do anything about it. She got a taste of it ever since she met the pirate lord that used to plague her home and ever since then she loved revelling in it. Even the chatterbox’s noise couldn’t spoil it for her. Her smile turned into a devilish grin that lingered for a moment until she returned her full attention back to both of them.

Her assumption about the man was quickly confirmed as fact when he called her an idiot. She returned the comment with a fake smile and followed up with, “Well, brains can only get you so far now a days before you got to start using good looks and charm, the latter you seem to already be an expert at.”

He called himself something long and almost as complex as an alien language but shortened it to Mike. He also offered some names she found preferable but she already labeled him as something else. He then proceeded to say fuck her in many more words and picked up the thing that fell out of the Buzzard’s mane. While she really wanted to shoot him simply on principle, she also wanted to know what it was. She waited then he began to chuckle. It wasn’t a hearty funny chuckle. She knew that chuckle well.

He explained that it was a tracking device that ONI used and that the mere presence of it meant that they were already here. Lesisly made a sucking noise people tend to make when they really wanted to swear but didn’t say anything. It raised a few questions but she was more concerned about the big ol’ wrench that was thrown in her plans and what to do about these two. The Buzzard spoke up, talking about how cowardly it was to hunt one of their own and how she was going to get hers.

“Funny. That’s what the last two birds said before I shot ‘em,” she said with a smug smile. She looked to Mike and said, “Excuse me but I’m going to be honest here. You’re only partially right about not wanting to shoot y’all. I don’t really give a rat’s behind about you but I find that it’s best to handle dangerous things, like spooks, under gunpoint. It sounds like you have bigger problems than me right now. Hell, maybe we can even reach a mutual agreement of sorts for it seems like you need a ride and you just happen to be in the presence of someone who specializes in transporting things that other people frown upon. For now let's stop pointing our guns at each other. I go business to attend to with this Buzzard right now that's much more pressing.”

She turned to the Buzzard as she continued, “I’m a business woman and I got much more pressing business that needs to be settled right now. I can just kill you right now and doing so will probably help both me and Mr. Spook out but I'm not unreasonable. We both know why you’re here. Daddy got pissy that I took his kid’s birthday present so he put a price on my head. We both know what he really wants though. I’m going to offer you a trade. Hopefully you’re a little smarter than the last guy. I got his toy. I give you mine if you give me yours."

Lesisly gestured to the plasma pistol Mike had. "You take it to him, walk away, and tell that slime next time don’t skim on my payments and if he’s got a problem don’t send a hitman to come talk to me. What do you say Buzzard? Die or trade?”

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
Rogue ONI Tactical Field Officer
Sedra, Morning Lake
Tag(s): Faclan , LaxKnight , Samuel Murray


“I wouldn't call it a cowardly thing to do,” Moretti said to the T'vaoan. “Getting someone else to do something with or without their knowledge has a lot of advantages. Working way out here, using whatever kind of resources you can get to achieve your goals, is really important thing to remember.”

He then looked back at Bonit, and slowly grinned. “Of course I have good looks and charm, love,” he said, “Having those things is just additional bonuses of being a hyper-intelligent individual.”

A pause.

“But I'm not so full of myself, that I would never admit to making mistakes. Once in a blue moon, I make mistakes.” He frowned. “Like, staying here longer than I should have.”

He paused again, and chuckled lightly after what she told them. “You may have me at gunpoint, but did it ever occurred to you that you might be standing on a small IED that has enough explosives to take only you out? I've set up traps around my camp to protect myself, and not just small explosive devices. So, even if you do manage to shoot at both of us, you'll end up either seriously maimed or dead.”

"So, hopefully, you're smart enough to not risk moving around like an idiot..."

He smiled, and shrugged; lowering his weapon down enough, but was still pointing it at her, albeit toward her legs. “Nonetheless...I would be all for talking and reach an agreement, but...I'm going to go. I suggest you two to do the same...after you just trade with her and forget about her stupid, pointless bounty.”

He glanced over at Zin grimly. “Particularly you need to get out of here; considering they would want an alien, like yourself, either dead or captured to do nasty things to you since they no longer need you. You've already served your purpose. ONI tends to do that with aliens.”

He dropped the plasma pistol to the ground next to his feet, and picked up his coat and put it on, and then his DMR off of the log, and shouldered the weapon. He wouldn't need to bother going back into his cabin to gather anything because it was things he bought in the city, and nothing important to him. He wasn't worried about the T'vaoan, nor the woman. What he was more worried about, was ONI, and who the agency sent to deal with him. He took another moment to look around the camp, silently saying a goodbye, and then started walking downstream until he was far enough away from Zin and Bonit.

He turned around and called out to the woman, “Oh, and I was bullshitting you standing on an IED.” He smirked, giving her and Zin a little wave before turning back around to continue walking briskly.

[Faclan]

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, Mark Rich Enviroment
Underhanded dealings abound!

As he was still alive Zin started to slowly turn around as the Humans seemed to be bickering back and fourth. How typical of them and especially so for the just endless amount of words coming from Mike. He must have been such an annoying child. But now facing Lesisly he could see that she hadn't changed her appearance at all since her first time running. Someone sure was confident in their abilities. And now she was talking to him. Really Zin just kind of wanted both of them dead so he could take what was needed and go home, today had just been a bad day all around. But he did at least listen to the females ultimatum as he kept watching his motion tracker.

It was a pretty clear cut set of circumstances, give up one of his weapons or be killed. Either by her, Mike, or likely those ONI after the previous two options left him injured on the ground. And although Zin greatly valued his weapons for saving his life during the war he was also a practical lizard bird dinosaur man. Lying to his employer would be harder however unless he had some kind of physical proof.

"I accept, however you should be aware of something." Zin starting to lower his hands as he heard Mike behind him start to move around. "The contract won't be canceled unless there is proof of your death, one way or another. If you want me to lie to my employer, client, and possible ruin my career I'm going to need some kind of artifact from you and then I can say that the body was too mangled to retrieve the normal items. The special pistol however will likely dissuade a lot of the interest in you once it is returned."

He then rolled his eyes at Mike after he heard something plomp into the grass behind him, glancing back to see his pistol there. Leaning back to pick it up Zin held it pointing down toward the ground as he rolled his eyes at Mike. "They are not pointless, its a tradition of the Kig-Yar to have bounties and hunters - just because you don't think they are important is no reason to call them so. I don't lambaste you lot for your weird customs. And I have heard the stories of ONI and what they did to my kind during the war. I am not naive enough to think they would change their tune just because some papers were signed, especially not to a former Covenant Murmillo. Thats why I am looking out for them on these." Tapping his googles as Mike started to skitter off. The T'vaoan holstering his pistol and taking out his own DMR as he followed after Mike had got a good distance away, nodding at Lesisly as he moved past. "We can do the trade once out of danger and work out the artifact, I would rather not be forced to use and damage the special pistol and you have two more to use beside that one."

After leaving the perimeter of the camp, with Mike in front and Lesisly bringing up the rear, Zin broached the question probably he and the female were thinking. "I trust you have some kind of plan talky former ONI Mike."

(Go ahead and post Sam with your sneaky group :> ) 

[Samuel Murray]

SPARTAN IV- "REAPER"
Office of Naval Intelligence, Section III, Former C.A.T. Operative 
Orbiting Sedra
Tag(s): Llau

AUDIO LOG: 0421210-C

Finally an H.V.T. that could prove themselves a challenge; I was assigned by my clients at Kerrington-TEL to get into contact with a third party, a group of Section III hardliners within the A.C.T. Program. Apparently, Section 0 had their eyes on the target and the mission---too many eyes and ears for a normal acquisition. It appeared that several different factions had their hands and own shares at stake, depending on what course of action I take, can further or hinder the goals of the competing groups--I was a pawn caught in a much larger game of chess. As an assassin, I knew a time would come when my allegiances would have to be drawn clear in the sand--it's only a matter of learning their endgames and goals before I  make my decision.

Only one man could get the spooks in ONI stirred up from their places of hiding, Commander Michelangelo Moretti, former ONI tactical officer. He had an extensive history in the field and numerous projects. He fell off the grid sometime ago, several various agencies attempted to acquire him, yet he had taken them out easily. He was considered a tier three threat, extremely dangerous. It was this danger that sent my body into a trembling excitement.

I've studied his facial structure, speech patterns, and body composition to a fine degree. No form of physical alteration would hide him from my peering eyes. After reading through his numerous debriefs I was able to figure out his interesting past with the Kig-Yar and T'vaoan species. It made perfect sense for me to use one of them as a means to locate his exact locations. 

Several of my contacts had established that Moretti was hiding away on the outer planet of Sedra, so it was a matter of getting my pieces set up in the right way. I framed a small time smuggler, with the knack of taking things that weren't hers. We helped push seeds of information to various hunters, forcing her to flee to Sedra and somewhere near Moretti's position. I then manipulated their Bounty System and set up a fake account with Moretti's information--just in case. When my pawn reached Sedra, he was stopped for questioning and was marked for tracking.


Through some blind luck he had made conntact with my target, everything was in place. I had two flash clones placed on the planet, and it was time to set in place my first move--the framed terrorist attack on one of their major port cities--which would shut down all transportation to and from the planet. If anyone tried to escape, I would know..


End Transmission 

[LaxKnight]

Lesisly Bonit
Human Smuggler
Sedra, Campfire
Laying the Foundation
Tag(s): Faclan , Llau , Samuel Murray

The spook talked some more. His words began to drone into simple noise until Lesisly caught a particular word. When she heard IED she scoffed and rolled her eyes. She heard no click, felt no line, or sense a depress in her step. Unless it was laser tripwire or he had so remote hidden somewhere, she didn’t believe him. Besides if he was telling the truth she would have blown up already unless she was very lucky. She did visit his shack after all (not like he knew). She repositioned her feet in defiance to show she called his bluff. ONI were pathological liars anyway. However when he agreed to make an agreement and point down his gun she returned the favor by pointing it up toward the sky. When he pointed out that it was probably best to do what she says, especially with their limited amount of time, she tilted her head with an exaggerated expression saying, Listen to him, he’s right you know. A smile crossed her lips when the Buzzard consented and nodded understandingly when he went over the conditions. Reasonable and though she wasn’t sure how trustworthy he was she can trust that he wanted out of here just as much as everyone else. “I can get you your proof but as you said now's not the best time,” she said.

Lesisly lagged behind the other two. Mike wasn't the only one with a plan. With one pistol at the ready for any nonsense, she holstered one of her pistols. She threw some fresh leaves and wet branches into the campfire. If ONI was tracking the Buzzard until the thing got smashed it didn’t really matter if they were found or not now. She began to catch up, taking out her datapad as she went. She turned it on and typed a message.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. The Bourne Identity. Midsummer Night's Dream. Apocalypse Now.

She made sure the message had the best encryption she could afford before she sent it. It was sent as a ping that repeated itself on a certain frequency so fast that it sounded mostly like static to the unaware. She was sure if ONI managed to pick up the message and trace where it came from they could most certainly decrypt it in a decent amount of time, having AI and everything, but it was obviously code for something and she doubted they could trace to whom exactly the message was for. She then took out the battery and stuffed the items back in her pocket. While she was fine with them maybe getting a general idea, she didn't want to give them constantly updated GPS coordinates of their position.

While she had a plan to get out of here, it would be a bit from now til then. Lesisly figured it would be best to stick to this ex-spook. Though he was a dick and had the ego of a size that rivaled solar systems, he had to have something up his sleeve for evading ONI from what looked to be a while judging from his beard. She wouldn't bother asking what the plan was for who knows what ears ONI already had out here. She figured that he's taking the possibility of her having one into account and if he was willing to hitch a ride she wouldn't argue if he asked nicely with a promise of some goodies or a favor. She had to make profit somehow after all and he seemed the sort of man who could pull off some big favors.

None of it mattered if they didn't get out of here of course. The smuggler held her pistol at the ready alert for any action as she caught up to them.

[Faclan]

( Samuel Murray and LaxKnight are you guys willing to continue this? With Llau taking a break from the site we could just say that Mike poofed when they were in the forest, but the secret Spartan may choose to go after the two targets rather than the one or have other people already after Mike.)

[LaxKnight]

(I'm willing to keep going though a doubt the SPARTAN would focus on a 'small time' smuggler and a alien bounty hunter compared to the high priority ONI defector he was originally after. Need something more plausible or present a circumstance where it could happen.)

[Faclan]

(He could play as normal ONI agents going after them and then be his Spartan later if he wanted. But shall have to wait to see what Sam says. But if he doesn't want to continue or doesn't post we could always continue Lax with Zin and Lesisly running from the Law and talking in space bars :> )

[LaxKnight]

()

(Still very true. What does Samuel Murray have to say?)

[Faclan]

( LaxKnight do you want to go with the little scheme Sam had in his post? About making it hard for people to leave due to that 'attack'? To have more issues for the two? And feel free to re-join up Samuel Murray )

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, much fewer peeps about
So trusting.

Still stalking after Mike who was being for once silent Zin kept himself on alert as he watched the motion tracker as best he could. He could still her the female behind him and still wasn't convinced that these two weren't in cahoots. And the more he thought about it the more he didn't like it. Mike could have easily had that little bean thing palmed in his hand and only pretended to pull it out of his mane. It was all to one thing after the other for him. And the T'vaoan didn't like it one bit. Especially when he moved around a tree to follow Mike and just saw empty air.

"What in Aecor..." He whispered quietly to himself as he did a quick scan of the forest and then his tracker. Nothing...Mike had just vanished into thin air like he had been told ONI could do. Maybe he still was one - and this was some elaborate ruse to lure him into a trap?

Quickly spinning around to point his DMR at Lesisly behind him, despite the earlier agreement, Zin hissed at her. "Hes gone...you don't know anything about that do you Smuggler?" Clearly the Bird was getting a bit trigger happy and paranoid. Poor fluff. As the 11th hunter he really should have known better.

Well that was of course if Lesisly was still behind him and had not moved first when Zin was busy looking for where Mike had gone. They would probably be a good team if they could trust, but they had reasons to not so far.

(Sorry is short Lax but didn't want to go too far before we decided on stuff and since its kinda combat didn't want to post too much :> )

[Samuel Murray]

Apr 6, 2016 6:14:59 GMT -6 Faclan said:

( LaxKnight do you want to go with the little scheme Sam had in his post? About making it hard for people to leave due to that 'attack'? To have more issues for the two? And feel free to re-join up Samuel Murray )

Zin Laz, T'vaoan Mev-Ut Hunter
Sedra, much fewer peeps about
So trusting.

Still stalking after Mike who was being for once silent Zin kept himself on alert as he watched the motion tracker as best he could. He could still her the female behind him and still wasn't convinced that these two weren't in cahoots. And the more he thought about it the more he didn't like it. Mike could have easily had that little bean thing palmed in his hand and only pretended to pull it out of his mane. It was all to one thing after the other for him. And the T'vaoan didn't like it one bit. Especially when he moved around a tree to follow Mike and just saw empty air.

"What in Aecor..." He whispered quietly to himself as he did a quick scan of the forest and then his tracker. Nothing...Mike had just vanished into thin air like he had been told ONI could do. Maybe he still was one - and this was some elaborate ruse to lure him into a trap?

Quickly spinning around to point his DMR at Lesisly behind him, despite the earlier agreement, Zin hissed at her. "Hes gone...you don't know anything about that do you Smuggler?" Clearly the Bird was getting a bit trigger happy and paranoid. Poor fluff. As the 11th hunter he really should have known better.

Well that was of course if Lesisly was still behind him and had not moved first when Zin was busy looking for where Mike had gone. They would probably be a good team if they could trust, but they had reasons to not so far.

(Sorry is short Lax but didn't want to go too far before we decided on stuff and since its kinda combat didn't want to post too much :> )

OOC: If you guys want to rap up in here, I was actually going to be doing a little episodic/season story with Reaper and my Senator--I was going to have Mike vanish from thin air and that would be the premise of the start of Season 1--the failure to Capture Mike and the ONI planned terrorist attack--which my senator will use to his advantage.