Kishreel Dune

The kaleesh reached out and took his weapon to take his weapon with a rather excessively tight grip. A wise move on the part of this armored figure to return to him what was his. Even returned with an apology... how sweet. As much as the hunter didn't care for apologies, their sentiments were at least nice. Besides, he was still in a decent enough mood to let the whole situation go. ”

Kishreel now noticed that this man had somehow slipped one of his sonic pistols. At noticing this, his hand had instinctively grabbed his other holstered pistol. Simultaneously, his other hand drifted to one of the baton handles of one of his blades. The drugs had been designed to wear off quite rapidly so one could function after surgery. By now, thanks to the wonderful advances in technology, the hunter was nearing closer and closer to the lovely little reality we like to call ”œbeing sober.”

The saffron pools took in all the information given to him. Of course, he had been a spectator to most of what had been spoken, and much of the discourse was completely unnecessary and purely ritualistic, but he stood through it either way. By now a small crowd had gathered to see the event, those meandering between comings and goings now observing the coming occurrences with quite the interest. However, the only views that struck Kishreel at all was the look he got from the woman he was indeed appearing to assist. Hasn't she ever seen anyone other than a human? I'm generally mild compared to some... perhaps she's from the upper class or something. Pity. When one is taken aback, no matter how much they seek to hide it, their appearance always changes ever so slightly. Being the subject of a few of those looks, the hunter had become a relative veteran at detecting it. Reading people was sometimes the only thing that kept you alive, and it is those types of skills that are acquired by necessity. Now all eyes seemed to be on him. What action would he take? Would there be any injury? Slowly, he grabbed the security pass dangling from his side. You're good. The drugs are worn... hopefully... ”

Both the hunter and the man playing the board had fallen to the masterful rouse pulled by the woman. She executed her facade flawlessly, a truly commendable charade that had left both gentlemen guessing. Of course, one of them was under the influence of relatively powerful opiates... none-the-less. The patron threw a temper-tantrum and began to disrupt the facilities with his rather ill-mannered behavior. How rude of such a distinguished gentleman. However, as the accusations pointed toward the man, the only response Kishreel could muster was an odd sounding chuckle. This man was truly funny. He really didn't know that he was messing with one of the epitome of ruthlessness. He didn't even know that he was pointing toward someone who actually had done work for the Casino before. The more the hunter thought of it, the more he started to laugh at how much this man didn't know. Hell, he didn't even know about the infamous Kinrath Spider Death Trap thingy. Poor little man. Still though, this man was a problem. Problem's needed solving. The predator's hand had already deftly moved to his hip and laid itself on the eager sonic pistol that rested there. A sloppy hand pulled it out and pointed it toward the man in a rather light-hearted manner. It was almost as if the man was pointing a toy gun at a sibling and waving it at him in an attempt to scare him. There was just a lack of appropriate seriousness. ”

Cat and mouse. Cat and mouse. Niiiiiiceeeeeee... The two were both taunting each other. That much was apparent. They were both seeking to play the other. Who had the real upper hand and who was the sucker? Kishreel had no clue. However, it would prove to be fairly entertaining in the meanwhile. The pieces kept on moving and moving... it was rather entrancing. He accidentally opened his mouth as the woman made a move that looked quite odd to the bounty hunter. ”

There was a hiss of relief as the table supporting Kishreel's body lowered to the ground. The surgery had been completed flawlessly and the predator rising from the bed would've surely smiled in satisfaction had it been within his capability”¦ for currently he was experiencing the wondrous stupor of the drugs administered to him. Opening veins and such would've been unbearable without them, and his face wasn't exactly the type to give away expression. With a dumfounded appreciation of the work done to him, he maundered down to the casino level. His walk was continually interrupted with a brief stagger, yet it was all good”¦ it was all beautiful and lovely. Every step sent a mildy tinge of pleasure up through his entire spine, and feeling seemed to be a notion of the past. Sweet. This'll wear off soon, but why not enjoy it while I can? Meandering through the facilities, the man eventually found an interesting dejarik game, mainly for the female that was present. She was decent in appearance, for a humanoid, and she was playing a veteran of the casino that had bested a few others under Kishreel's close observation. Perhaps this game would be worth watching while he came back to his senses. So he stood over the table that the woman ((Violet)) and observed.

And so it began...

Now Zara Nargal appeared in the room, emerging from the outside as she came into his view. The owner of the Golden link Casino would've come undoubtedly armed, and yet her appearance wasn't at all the sort that the bounty hunter would've imagined. In her eyes were not the typical traces of raw femininity that seemed to be the only trait in the eyes of many women he had seen through his years. No, the eyes of this particular woman held in them some confidence, yet at the same time a steady, ambivalent wave had fallen over them and drenched the spheres. Now it was back to the situation at hand, the hunter's neck rotating as his attention shifted first from Zara Nargal as she requested his analysis of the situation, back to the man who now professed the innocence of himself and his associate. Kishreel stared through reptilian orbs, taking in the view of the deceivingly placid man before him. It was as though such defiance in the face of logic wouldn't be committed by an operative of an organization with such high esteem as the Black Sun, yet perhaps this was an oddity to have someone who talked to him as though he were a fool or maybe this was no aberration from the usual Black Sun routine. ”

The adrenaline that always bombarded the Kaleesh's system when battle was drawing near was just as exhilarating as ever as he walked toward the section of the casino where he had last seen the two men through the monitor. Jacen Onnd's face was still fresh in his mind, and if it wasn't for his appearance then the assurance that the two were indeed Black Sun would've been lost and the Casino might've actually fallen prey to whatever the dirty deed was that these criminals had planned on committing. Suddenly he heard a voice through his comm link, one of his associate that he had just left in the room with the security screens. ”

A keen eye had drifted from screen to screen until something had caught his eye, a presence begging to be viewed as the golden hues turned themselves toward the monitor. Emerging from one shuttle were two men, one in particular who struck up more than a miniscule point of interest. One of the faces that headed toward the casinos was that of a corpse, a walking duplicate of a dead man that had fallen at the hands of the bounty hunter just previously. ”

The spinning roulette wheel in the sky lit a neon beacon that swirled endless in a spiral across the galaxy. Such an establishment was where Kishreel staked his employment rather than his credits, looking on it in full anticipation of bringing back the object that his left hand fiddled around with. The gloved hand was toying with a holo-vid of some sorts, containing something that would get him an amount of credits that would suffice for his services toward his new employers. In the coc-pit sat a hunter who had just capitalized on his prey, and would now reap the benefits of such. As the ship docked and Kishreel emerged to the front desk, he presented the secretary with a holo-vid of what he had done to Jacen Onnd. No evidence of his death would be found for it had all been destroyed and disintegrated within the massive inferno that ensued into existence after the detpack unleashed such fury upon the man. It had taken his life that day as sure as Kishreel stood in front of the secretary at that very moment, and thankfully such a criminal was put to some semblance of justice. So”¦ The twi'lek smiled at him and forwarded the credits to his account with the same diplomatic expression that she had given many others in the casino. Her kind had seen low-lifes meander through the casino before, and probably had come to lay eyes upon some of the more feared ones that strolled in the halls of such an establishment. As such, she appeared to be only slightly intimidated by Kishreel if at all, most likely holding some extra sanctity for the fact that he was working on her side”¦ He picked up an item on his way to the security room, monitoring the various security screens as he strapped the device on and set up an array of options. Now on his wrist was the item he had purchased with a portion of what he had just received as a bonus for the bounty he had brought in: a wrist-mounted flamethrower similar to the type that Durge used except for the fact that it was constantly there and never replaced by flechette launchers or the energy shields. Meanwhile his eyes drifted from screen to screen, holding the contents inside the flat panels as he stared at the various ships and people among the casino. For now he would stay at the Casino and bide his time, waiting for an opportunity. And I can wait for a long time”¦

((Sorry for the time wait in this post. Been really busy OOC and haven't gotten around to it)) Chaos and destruction enveloped the cantina as the man burst into a oblivion, all signs of the life of Jacen Onnd being oblitterated into non-existence as the detpack exploded. The very essence of life that had once flow through the man in a tremendous fashion of fearful retreat now fell to the flames as it charred the heart of Kishreel Dune even further to a colder, more deadly a percise presence than ever before. A wave of stimulance passed through his body, bouncing every nerve and shaking them to the point where he felt so exhilerated that it was unbelievable. The heat washed over him, bathing him in a remarkable radiance that allowed him to bask in what measure of glory could be extracted from that moment. The lawless order of smugglers and criminals would bring him no retribution, for they're presences would've surely dispersed at the signs of destruction to which they were unaccustomed too on such a large, local scale. The measure of idiocy was far too incredibly for the bounty hunter's tolerance to sustain him for too much longer, so he would have to leave this forsaken place as soon as possible to rid himself from such filth. The man walked against the slight wind that picked up stray grains of sand over the outer surface of the planet, carrying themselves on empty collision courses towards any object to which they could commit their own form of inanimiate kamikaze. Such clothes that Kishreel wore fluttered about, changing color slightly as the particles picked up their hue and lashed the color out upon his clothing. Now, through this small resistence, he made his way through the streets and back to where his ship lay in wait for him. These citizens shall hear no more of me, and I shall be glad to be rid of thier hollow presence. They have no clue as to exactly what has happened here... As Kishreel boarded his ship and looked to the dusty blue sky above him, he couldn't help but blink his bright golden eyes at the intensity of the sun. In that brief instant when one is nicitating, that passing void of darkness that comes and leaves one's vision in an almost immeasurably small instant, there was something else that graced that brief calico blackness. Somehow, on that forsaken desert of a planet from which he began to acsend from, he had seen the face of Jacen just before he breathed his last. The feeling was an odd one, and just as quickly as it had come, it had left him the moment his vision returned. However, that sight stayed within his mind and refused to leave there, embedding itself within his remembrance. As the ship left the atmosphere and began to become another speck in the dark void of space, the cold rush of exquisite beauty that filled some when they stared upon the many systems and planets of the galaxy found itself absent in this moment. All senses had dulled besides his touch, for he felt everything all at once as though hearing, smell, and the others had all abandoned him in favor of diverting their efforts toward this singular feeling that coursed through him now. It was indescribible, yet pleasant none the less as he found a smile planting itself firmly on his face. There was nothing that could compare to what he felt, and his mind struggled for a word to categorize such a feeling. I feel... alive...

((3. Good duel man and Good luck.)) This was not a battle. A battle was fought between two fierce combatants that engaged in an epic struggle of life and death to attempt and defy the judgments of fate or prove it correct to whatever ends necessary so that breath could still be maintained and that the victor's heart would still beat. Yet the man that fought against Kishreel, this veteran of war, was no warrior with skills that outmatched him. Rather, he was a blatant coward who found himself running for cover and hiding, afraid to look through the barrel of his gun into the face of the bounty hunter and instead opting to shoot everywhere but at his assailant. Fool”¦I almost wish he'd just shoot at me so it would be a challenge. Indeed it was not battle. It was a mere slaughter, an exercise to shake any apparent rust that might've manifested itself on the form of the Kaleesh. Yet again the man stood erect, viewing the chaos of random, meaningless distraction bursting and surging at various different points. Ale poured itself into reflective puddles on the ground, many different drinks landing to the ground and drenching the floor and items they met with the intoxicating aroma of alcohol. Kishreel had traveled and had held within his nostrils the various different pleasantries that such drinks could have, although many would disagree with his sense of smell and would find them repulsing. Then again, the bounty hunter had found many thing pleasant that others wouldn't either, like a well deserved prey falling to a worthy hunter. One of the sonic pistols was placed back in it's holster, the other still shooting to show suppressive fire. The way he had been shooting his sonic pistols, leaving small gaps equivalent to the pauses that were naturally left when there was only one pistol firing, the changing rate of fire didn't give away anything at all and it would still appear as though the same amount of sonic energy was flinging itself at the criminal. The move required a necessary amount of tact, an amount that Kishreel easily not only passed, but exceeded. ”

(2) The annoyance of a man that had sought to beset the Kaleesh for a moment, drawing between himself and his foe, now quickly ebbed out of the cantina in a hasty retreat as soon as his senses came about him. Perhaps the man was more intelligent that perceptions would grant him, for a needless death such as that would've served nothing. A trace of power and confidence such as that found upon the man that left the cantina was not something found on a coward, so it wasn't fear that led him away from the action. It was the realization and knowledge that it was not his fight, that he had other things ahead of him rather than to stand up to a ruthless reaper of souls who had wreaked an immeasurable amount of havoc in the establishment. A unworldly glaze possessed the elliptical golden spheres of glowing intensity in the eye sockets of the warrior, the rush of battle coming over him and drenching him in a will to complete any task with any cost that could be paid through the blood and sweat of the combatants. The senses heightened to an impossible tier of awareness, as though the bounty hunter were actually a part of the cantina, eyes scavenging around and every feeling that everything around him experienced was done so through him. ”

((Jacen and I agreed on a Modded Duel, 3 posts each, no interference OOC. Good luck man.)) ((1)) The discordant cacophony and banter of the scum suckers flew into a reticent hush as the very air in the cantina began to implode in of itself, an eerie silence befalling the Mos Eisley Cantina as the approaching chaos' predecessor came into the picture: the calm before the storm. Time slowed down and the features of the many people in the bar blurred into obscurity, only so that the following would pose as the cynosure to the eyes that would undoubtedly be drawn to it. Nothing came to pass as the planet itself seemed to lull itself into a sleep to coincide with the on going trauma that would unfold in the lowly cantina. The man with the blaster poking into his back turned his head to reveal pale skin as the blood drained from his features, taking with them any color or life that the man's appearance had once held. The incredulous look of the man was priceless, a true marvel for the Kaleesh warrior to gaze at for it was one that held in it a raw innocence that would soon become a mortified example of the dangers of this galaxy. In that time, footsteps had drawn him to the side of the central focal point of activity, viewing the sides of both men with a keen and unaltered eye that stared and took in all possible detail without any apparent ambiguity. The many years of war had provided the bounty hunter with a sixth sense that measured every inch of his surroundings, even those that he believed could be dismissed without consequence. After seeing the shells of artillery pound around you while raw blaster fire whizzed by you and your allies, taking good soldiers with them as they dissipated from view only to return with another volley of unrelenting viciousness, it was a trait that wasn't just a luxury. It was a requirement for survival. A survival that I refuse to surrender to this filth. The flechette launcher that he had produced just nanoseconds earlier now launched a scattered blast of flechettes toward the skeptical civilian, knocking him to the floor as blood spattered across the cantina and the yells and screams of the many in the bar resounded in a pleasurable chorus. When an Aqualish smuggler with muscles that completely filled out his modest outfit drew his weapon only to feel the same stinging pain before his death as the other man had, all hopes to stop the abomination were ceased and the realization of death began to grip them all as the fled the cantina. In the next quick seconds, a third shot rang out. This one wasn't intended for random bystanders though, it was intended for a criminal that no longer deserved to breathe the air of the planet. A criminal who had aligned himself only with others of his kind, basking in their infidelity toward the greater good in life that presented itself in the unmasked specter that was justice. Now the situation quickly dimmed for one man in the room as the trap had been sprung, sucking in the prey and was now ready to devour the unsuspecting victim whole. Jacen Onnd will not stand”¦

Slight changes in the surroundings of the bar signaled that the duo had drawn occasional glances from the low life's at the bar, most likely due to this man's confrontational attitude. How ignorant could he be, asking for more information when Kishreel was holding out a datapad containing all the information that he was asking for. The Black Sun operative sure had a lacking awareness for his surroundings”¦ ”

With a grin, the warrior tilted his head upward to take the man into view as he approached him. The dark shadow of a figure walking through the lighted door, human by a quick glance would be Kishreel's estimate. The repetiallian eyes of the warrior, a slit of black running in the middle of the iris, focused and narrowed the view to fully take in every detail of the man. Nothing passed his view, and neither did the man's unsure expression. "What exactly do you want me to do? I'm not exactly a bounty hunter" A sheepish grin narrowed it's way onto the expression of the warrior almost against his will, for the ignorance of the situation was sweeter than the finest fruits of Naboo. A target had walked up to him and had very simply given himself for the taking on a silver platter without coming to any realization that this was indeed a trap, clever enough to lure in a black sun croney with a bounty on his head that the man would collect. It would indeed be a common thing to believe that because he was part of the Black Sun that he was invincible and to forget about the bounty on his head, or believe that joining such a syndacite made one near invincible and thus above being tricked by an enemy. The man's hand gripped his blaster pistol, fingers turning lightly paler as the circulation was cut off a bit, indication enough that the man was being made nervous by the smile on the face of the "employer." It was a bit comical, yes, but expected. Kishreel reached into his own garb to pull out an archaic datapad, much larger and bulkier than the ones that circulated through the mainstream of the galaxy today, that held on it the phony information on a target who sat at the bar. As he held it out for the man, his other hand went to point toward where the man was at the bar. All you need to do is walk up to that man and kill him for me. Things like this occur often and the tender will not care. I will pay you, and you have made some relativly easy money. I cannot go, however, since that bartender knows me and will stop me before I get within inches of the target, and blasters from long range could hit any straying bystander. I found this to be the safest way. The man turned to view the sight, the bounty hunter awaiting a response from the man.

A sentient slipped into the room, masked by the other low-lifes that passsed through the cantina, searching for a drink to sustain their thirst for alcohol. Such a useless dependence on a substance such as alcohol was odd to the man, for it only made people weaker than what they could be. It dampened their potential and that is exactly one reason why it was detestable to the warrior who sought ultimate superiorit over everyone else in the establishment. The room was filled with music, and the only thing that could be heard by the leaches that clung to their chairs and their refreshments like parasites. The Ka-leesh hunter manuevered his way to a booth in the back, hoping to avoid any contact with these pathetic imbecils until needed. Hopefully what he had laid would come to fruition in time. Now I wait. Kishreel relayed some information about a bounty on a random person that he found in the bar and ID'd them as a human named Renos Irim. This was then relayed on a communication to a particular man, requesting his help on the matter. Hopefully the fish would bite, and that's exactly what would make this trap a sucess.

Kishreel stared into the eyes of the twi'lek with the emotionless, stony eyes that never wavered in their stoic expression. No jubilant roar of triumphant glee could be heard coming from the man, not the usual smile that quickly led into the new employee sucking up to the new employer. Instead, a simple nod would suffice. Without an outstretched hand, he took the datapad and reviewed it again, making sure that it indeed included all the things that it would have to include in order to make this venture into this establishment a worthwhile one. Once his eyes had checked over each and every word and had come to a conclusion to the extent that he was positive that it was all there, he opened his mouth to speak once more. ”

Kishreel's eyes were focused on an intent glare, showing that he was in this position with a purpose to fulfill, and that nothing that anyone did or said would be able to alter his course of action... not that any one was trying too, but it was still a rather good point to made for the sake that it represented his dedication to what he wanted. Looking at the woman before him, not at all in the usual lustful manner that a male would look over a woman with, he quickly recognized the large difference between the way in which she operated and that of her co-worker that had led him to her. The one before was nervous, stumbling on every word and unsure of things. Most likely he was relatively new and still getting in the groove of things, unsure of which course of action to take. Or perhaps it could hint to the fact that Kish wasn't exactly the most easy person to socialize with, what with his appearance being what it was. The fact that he told the man that he basically wanted to get paid to hunt men and kill them like meaningless animals probably didn't ease any fears either. However, this woman seemed to make a relatively good receptionist. She was clear and concise with every word she spoke, and she also most likely served as eye-candy for the men that wished for such. Still, it was nice to be dealing with a person instead of the protocol droids that he'd seen being used as receptionists in other establishments. They were so impersonal, and they didn't do a good job of capturing the energy that swirled around them in their workplaces and reflecting that accurately for the most part due to their mechanical, stiff movements. Now I know why she's out here and the other man was just blindly putting up an update though”¦ His hand reached inside his traditional tan Kaleesh clothing as his extremities fumbled to grasp a small object. As soon as he felt the icy feel of glabrous metal, he grasped the datapad and then pulled it out to be seen by the receptionist who stood before him. As he laid it down, he nudged it a bit closer to her to prompt her to pick it up and read what was contained within. Every time that Kishreel had seen a datapad, he'd always been amazed at how a tiny tool such as that could carry so much information and be so useful. It was just evidence that not all outstanding things came in large packages. The screen of the datapad glowed a light blue and on it was a list of various different items and weapons that could prove to be very useful to a bounty hunter such as the warrior that stood before the twi'lek. They were not exactly what one would call the most expensive ever, but it was a firm belief of the man that he shouldn't ask of too much during a job interview”¦ On the datapad, there were various qualifications listed that attempted to convince the woman that this man was worthy of a job at the establishment. It included numerous events that trailed back from the war on Kalee, where he was fighting people for many years, to a few ”œquestionable”

The bulletin board before him became scattered with the names of various different people that lived throughout the galaxy as wanted men, and apparently one woman who now longer was hunted. A few he had heard of, such as the infamous Piccolo and John Skywalker. Other names eluded his sphere of knowledge and became almost empty words to him. Yet he quickly realized that he wasn't there to look at the bounties, he was here for a solid job. Temopary work didn't cut it for him at the moment, for the only time he had seen war he was fighting with people. Even if he was alone, he was fighting with someone other than himself on his side. A hand grasped the staff member on the shoulder and turned his entire body around as he rotated the trunk of his body, feet scuffing along the ground on their heels to catch up. "I would like information on a more permanent bounty hunting job if you would be so kind."

A giant roulette table spun in space, playing host to multitude of guests who came to gamble at the established casino for one reason or another. The casino's design was the result of the intricate details that KvC Enterprises had managed to execute in an always brilliant fashion, the full brilliance of their work being showcased throughout the galaxy in this one massive establishment. Heading toward the giant gambling heaven, Kishreel Dune sat in the pilot's seat of his Skipspray Blastboat, The Sureshot, and flew ever closer with the full intent of landing something more than just a ship there, but hopefully a job. The ship seemed so small and insignificant when compared to the collosal casino, yet the Kaleesh didn't truly care about the size of his vessel or the size of the place he would soon dock in and hopefully work for. All that mattered to him was finally being able to do what he did best again, the one thing that had drove him to live for so many years for the glory of Kalee: killing. Soon I shall take my first steps back into my history...so that I might be written about in the annals of history much like the great Qymaen jai Sheelal... Yes, it was Qymaen jai Sheelal, better known in his later days as General Grevious, that inspired everything that the warrior had set out to do in this little journey of his. Ever since fighting for the pride and glory of the Kaleesh, he decided that the best way to preserve his fighting skills and hone them to a degree of perfection never before achieved would be to become a bounty hunter. Yet Kishreel didn't wish to become just another lackey of the Black Sun... he wanted something different, something that would make him unique. After killing for years, he decided that he could do it best by joining up with this one organization that offered so many bounties on not just meaningless objectives, but actual challenges such as other bounty hunters from the Black Sun. Now, after the ship had landed in the casino, the Kaleesh bounty hunter stepped out and his features instantly became illuminated by different neon colors as holo-ads and the like flashed upon his garb. He stood there, a standing silhouette that stood in the foreground as the many different lights buzzed all around him. Walking to wherever he had to walk to, guided by a warrior's intiuition, he began to look for a way to become employed there. Soon I will be able to kill again...

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Kishreel Dune Nickname: Kish Age: 25 Species: Kaleesh Height: 6'7" Weight: 211 Ibs Hair: None Eyes: yellow Sex: male Homeworld: Kalee Alignment: Neutral (chaotic) Clothing: Traditional Kaleesh Garb Weapon: Plasma grenades, Golan Arms FC-11 Flechette Launcher, twin sonic blaster pistols, DC-17 with sniper attachment, two cortosis laced swords with baton handles. Force User Inventory: weapons, clothing, ship, commlink, credits. Posessions: Ship