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Tycho Kosk

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  1. Tycho endured Thorpe's constantly-running mouth. He really didn't care about new droids or why Force-users were supposedly dangerous to everyone else. He just gripped his DL-44 and walked with the party, not responding to anything but the occaisional unexplained crash in the underbrush. When it was time to leave, he was somewhat surprised that they hadn't been attacked by any vornskyrs, and that things had generally gone rather well. Myrkr just didn't seem to have the edge that it used to...perhaps the wealth of people looking for Ysalamiri had thinned their numbers or forced them to back off out of fear, though that was hardly predatory. It was without complaint that he boarded his ship once again and lifted off, following Lycus Thorpe's ship into hyperspace towards the galactic Core.
  2. Despite Thorpe's assurances, Tycho wasn't comfortable in the presence of lesser security. The reason he was a vigilante was to get away from police corps, security included. Still, if they were to run into a pack of vornskyrs or something, they could use all the help they could get, though attacks by the Force-using beasts had reportedly decreased in the past several years. ((Is the alias even still around?)) Pulling his DL-44 out of its holster--just to be safe--Tycho held onto his briefcase and started looking for Ysalamiri.
  3. Tycho Kosk's modified and re-modified YT-1300 followed the other two in perfect tandem and synchronization.
  4. Tycho checked his own ship, making sure that it, too, was undamaged. While he searched for damages, he managed to locate a tracking device, which he promptly dismantled...they wouldn't track his ship, whether he was working for them or not. Of course, it wasn't necessary Thorpe that had put it there.... Tia sent him a comm and took off, so he mirrored her actions. A few moments later he was in space, prepared to begin the mission. That is, as prepared as he would ever be.
  5. "I don't like the idea of going up against vornskrs, Jedi, and assassins," Tycho answered, echoing his previous thoughts. "But, like I said, I'd like to be there when someone succeeds in killing him. I'll spend my share of the credits, and I'll probably like it, but I don't like working just for the money. Credits are a necessity, not a goal." The vigilante had nothing more to say, continuing to wait for the taxi.
  6. Great, Tycho thought, vornskyrs, Jedi Knights, and armed assassins. Not my favorite crowd, especially when they're trying to kill me. He was having reservations. He was a Corellian and therefore innately cocky, but even a fool could see a suicide mission. It was said that even Han Solo had turned down an attack on the first Death Star so many years ago, though ultimately he entered the battle to make the shot that enabled Skywalker to destroy it. "You want to know what I think? I think you're crazy," Tycho said. "Someone like you can't wage war against Jedi, rogue or not. Ultimately, you will lose. Until then, I accept. I'd hate to die--but I certainly want to be there when you do." He allowed a sloppy smile to cross his face, though it only lasted a second. He was in, this time before Tia. He knew she would do whatever he would, especially since she had been the one to drag him into the meeting with Thorpe to begin with. He was supposed to be the conservative one....
  7. OOC: Thorpe wouldn't know this, and neither would Tycho, but Mon Calamari isn't in as bad shape as it seems. I mean, it's no longer habitable, but it didn't really wipe anything out other than non-sentient plants and sealife...the details I'm not going to explain.... IC: Tycho couldn't keep a smirk off his face as he passed through the scanners. He was still carrying his briefcase, and, frankly, if their scanners had been able to pick up its true contents, he wouldn't be allowed through with it in his posession. Of course, he didn't intend to use anything here--if that had been his intent, Thorpe would be dead already. The vigilante didn't hesitate before inputing his fingerprint into the proper scanner. It wasn't really his fingerprint, of course--he rarely wore the genuine things around--but no one would be able to tell anyway. Needless to say, it wasn't quite the act that the security systems wanted it to be. But he knew that Thorpe wouldn't really expect him to comply if he could help it--Lycus wasn't apparently as stupid as his workers. Granted proper clearance already, Tycho waited for Tia to do the same.
  8. Tycho smiled. "That's encouraging," he said. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her eloping and leaving him standing with naught but his briefcase and his blaster in the middle of a firefight. He chuckled at the thought--he had never considered her the type anyway. She was as tough as durasteel, at least outwardly. He didn't expect to ever get a glimpse of anything else.... "We'll take the job together, at any rate," the Corellian decided. He wouldn't be left behind this time. At the same time, he was loathe to put any trust into another being due to recent events in his past. Vash Mammon was a case in point, having seemed to be a friend but, in the end, failing in his task and taking the Open Sky with him. At least he was less worried about Tia dying on him...she wasn't crazy enough to take on a Jedi Knight in single combat, it didn't seem. Not yet, anyway. With a fair amount of caution, Tycho would be able to count on her. He could see their partnership becoming productive if they maintained it. The pair approached the office building. "We're here to see Mr. Thorpe," Tycho said to the guard at the entrance. The man seemed to recognize him in addition to the fact that he was supposed to be allowed entrance, so he escorted them towards Lycus' office.
  9. OOC: I didn't have it pointed at you... But I didn't make that clear, either. IC: Tycho slipped his DL-44 into his holster as Thorpe walked away. There were a lot of credits in a job like this, and, while he didn't really need them, he doubted that Tia would be under the same mindset as he--it took a lot of vigilante work to just decide that lots of credits were useless, and Tia had only been doing it for a couple days. "Well," he said, noticing that she was waiting for him to speak, "he certainly knows how to read people's weaknesses. I thought he was as annoying as a whisperkit that won't stop following you around, but I don't really see any harm in working a job or two for him. It may be a little better than the usual pickings of the street, and it would certainly pay better, though I've never been one for credits. "As long as you think you can tolerate his unnecessary antics, I don't see why we shouldn't take this job, even if it's just to get a little more perspective on who he is and what he really wants to do for Corellia," Tycho decided. "If we find that he's corrupt, we can use newfound credits to work on a way to take him out when he expects it the least. "What do you think?" the vigilante asked.
  10. Tycho hesitated. His finger tightened on the trigger. On a whim he could kill Thorpe. He wanted to. Thorpe seemed to claim that he was not as corrupt as he obviously was. Anyone that had trillions of credits was corrupt--there were good uses for such credits that obviously weren't be participated in. Ultimately it was Tia's word that made him give an exasperated sigh. He askewed his aim ever so slightly a fired anyway, sending the bolt sizzling past Thorpe's ear, perhaps singing a hair or two. "Don't count on my services. But I'll listen," he sat down and lowered his eyes. It was a very compromising situation. Had he killed Thorpe, Tia would have disapproved--at the moment, he couldn't afford to lose her. As it was, he looked like a coward, someone who didn't follow through with their threats and their intents. A long time ago he had been able to do that--he had been truly independant, as a vigilante should be. He was frustrated with himself. He needed Tia to keep him on his feet so he didn't get back into the rut he had been stuck in. But he wasn't used to the pressures of having someone else's opinion to worry about. Ultimately, this was a mess. The Corellian vowed he would someday return to the old way of life...but that wasn't now. Tycho brought his eyes back up to meet Thorpe's. He didn't holster his blaster pistol.
  11. "You know what?" Tycho said, "you're right. There is something I want. I want it a lot. And, frankly, I'd even be willing to work for someone like you to get it, if that circumstance was absolutely necessary for me to get what it is that I want." The vigilante stood up and drew his DL-44. "I want to see every rich, powerful, and corrupt man in the galaxy like yourself dead with a blaster bolt through his chest. "What do you think of that? Would you be willing to die for my services? Of course," he amended, "I'm afraid you would have little use for me in hell, isn't that right?" He pointed the blaster at Lycus' chest from across the table and flicked off the safety, all the while trying to keep an eye on Tia to see if she supported his conviction or was more in favor of getting the job that Thorpe offered. OOC: Actually, I'd love to work for you. This alias is starting to get good, and steady employment would be nice. But I'm afraid Tycho can't see things the same way....
  12. OOC: Please don't assume that I didn't go with her just because I was unable to post until now. IC: Tycho followed Tia out, making sure that his DL-44 was in his holster. Whether Thorpe was unarmed or not, he certainly wasn't going to be. He grabbed his breifcase as well, more out of habit than necessity. If Thorpe had already tampered with his ship, he wouldn't like to leave anything in even such a location as safe as this. The vigilante found the two already sitting down and eating when he arrived a few moments later. There wasn't apparently anyone else present, and it appeared that Thorpe had kept his word in that he was unarmed and mostly alone. Tycho was nothing if not suspicious, but he would hear the trillionaire out. He sat down, catching the last sentence about salary. "I'm not interesting in working for you, Thorpe, if that's what you're asking," he said coldly. "To answer your question, I currently have no employer but myself, and as far as I'm aware Tia is the same. I do not care for the luxury of credits as you do--I'm a vigilante. My service is my own reward." His hand was resting on his DL-44 as usual. He looked at the food but didn't eat. There were a lot of ways to kill someone, and he was more interested in finding out just what Thorpe was suggesting before he put any small measure of trust in the man.
  13. The safehouse was actually quite nice, but even nicer was all the info Tia pulled up in a very small amount of time. Not quite so nice was the fact that Thorpe's people were doing a good job of tracking them down so far. All they could do was wait and plan for now.... "From the holonet presentations, it's clear that this guy likes to think of himself as a hero of the common people, though he's hardly common himself," Tycho analyzed. "I think that he thinks that he has something that we want, and he's going to offer it to us at a price that I don't want to begin to consider. "He's the type that has monopolies, owns probably most of Coronet, and has quite an organization to protect himself from people that want him dead...like us, shortly," the vigilante continued. "The way I see it, there are two ways we can do this," he stated. "We can either go in together for a little more firepower and risk stealth, or one of us can go in solo and the other can stay here to provide instructions and data via a tight-beam transmission. "Of course, we don't really have a goal in mind yet, but we can come up with one pretty quick," he finished.
  14. Tycho would have been a little more comfortable if Tia had killed the men in the bar rather than whatever she did with her darts, but as long as they disappeared properly, it was just as good to leave them alive and help give them a reputation with this Thorpe fellow. "Chances are that this Thorpe fellow is the type that no one can find unless he's looking for you," Tycho stated, rolling his eyes and catching his breath. "Luckily for us, he is looking for us. If we can follow one of his cronies home, it'll at least be a start. Rather than making him bring us to his place, we can show up at his back door." The vigilante remembered a certain infiltration he had once executed on Malastare. It had taken some work to predict the Dug terrorists' next attack, but they were overconfident and covertly displayed their next move through signals before each attack. That had been quite a mission, but without the AT-PT he found in the hangar on his way out, he would never have survived the explosion. It seemed like this would be at least somewhat similar. "Before anything, we'll need a place to lay low until they stop actively looking for us. Following someone is easier if they're not looking for you," Tycho said.
  15. Tycho had never seen such a swift reaction to a job of good will. Whoever this Lycus Thorpe fellow was, he had free run of the place and had quite a name to accompany it. And, for some reason, he wanted a certain barkeep dead. Why, it was hard to say. At any rate, when the man working for him repeated his order to disarm, Tycho allowed himself to smile. He slowly raised his hands, grabbing something small and yellow off his belt as he did so. "What's that?" one of the guards snapped, "Drop it!" "As you wish," the vigilante answered, opening his palm. The small object dropped towards the ground and Tycho looked away. He also moved his left hand to block Tia's view of the object as it hit the ground. A tremendous flash erupted, accompanied by a loud bang. Each of the armed men were immediately temporarily blinded by the flash, as they were each unguarded against its effects. Tycho and Tia's vision was also affected, but not by nearly as much. Everyone experienced a little deafening, as well, but Tycho could operate despite those conditions. He lunged forward, bowling over three of the men. The other three spun and fired randomly, not able to detect anything audible or visual. As the Corellain vigilante hit the ground, he rolled, drawing his DL-44. Coming up on one knee, he pulled his trigger, hitting and instantly killing the three standing men. Abruptly his blaster pistol's clip was empty (a DL-44 only got 25 shots out of a clip anyway). He ejected it and grabbed an extra clip, hoping he could rely on Tia to finish the men off before they got oriented enough to fire their sonic rifles.
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