Contract: Prison Break

The flight to Coruscant had been an agonising, yet silent experience as he hurtled to the planet in his D5-Mantis. Kaerex had just wanted the job to be over as quickly as possible, all too aware that he would be leaving his pregnant girlfriend to the mercy of Nar Shaddaa. Yet, the thoughts had subsided as he knew she could handle herself. After all, agents of the Empire had that sort of training. It was only as he was in Coruscants orbit, that he reviewed the contract he had set out here for. Mel’qeb the Hutt was hiring the best bounty hunters the galaxy had to offer. And so, here he was, trying to break out an assassin who could be of use to the mass of slime and grease.

Setting down had been easier than anticipated. Not for the first time, Kaerex thanked his friends up high in the Senate. Now, it was just a matter of finding the prison and, working alongside Arón and Xiao’tsi, breaking the assassin known as Jen’gar out. He wasn’t happy about this, but situations had become desperate, and he needed the credits. Morals had to be sidelined this time.

A considerable amount of time was spent weaving in and out of the traffic on Coruscant. Nothing new there. However, the prison finally came into view. Flying high up over the prison in a ‘borrowed’ taxi, Kaerex stood up and looked down, the wind battering him and threatening to knock him off. Not that it particularly worried him. He had already decided his plan of action. And so, he jumped.

Everything was silent, except for the sound of the wind lashing against his helmet as he plummeted head-first down to the prison. As the ground came up to meet him, he spread out, slowing his descent, before activating his jetpack, his descent slowing dramatically before landing with a thud and falling onto one knee, dust and grit kicking up around him. Surveying the area showed him that he was in a courtyard of some kind, probably where the prisoners were free to do physical activities and the sort. However, despite the courtyard being devoid of all prisoners, probably all back in their cells, his entrance had not gone unnoticed. Two guards, both young looking, raised their rifles and proceeded to walk towards him, their aim shaky, and their breathing heavy.

“Who...who are you...?” One of the guards asks, barely able to keep his rifle aimed on Kaerex.

“Doesn’t matter, shoot him!” The other shouts. “Alert the others!”

Showtime.

Drawing his slug throwers and aiming one at each guard, Kaerex fires sending the one ordered the alert flying backwards, a gaping hole in his chest, blood decorating the floor of where he lands. The more scared guard would turn around, the top half of his head having been splattered into oblivion as he then falls down onto the ground, spraying blood like a fountain on the floor. He reloads his pistols before raising a hand to his helmet, activating the communications link in it.

“I’m in position. Get moving.” He says, before moving inside the prison, emerging into a brightly lit room, with little cover and two other exits, to his left and right. Quiet...too quiet, he thinks before a group of five guards emerge from one of the exits, rifles at the ready. Weaving to his right, calling upon his force sensitivity to increase his speed, he guns them down, the shots from the guards missing, their inexperience and fear with someone like him coming into play. Soon, the guards either lay dead or dying, yet they were of no significance. Powering on, he would approach the exit on the left, the door sliding to show him what was on the other side. A hooded figure, male, is what met him, wielding a... lightsaber. Jedi! Being thrown backwards, he landed on the floor with a thud, the air forced out of his lungs. Recovering quickly however, he jumps back up onto his feet and switches his slug throwers for his sonic blasters, mounted in holsters at the base of his back, before twirling them around his fingers and aiming at the Jedi and firing a volley of sonic bolts at him. Caught off guard by the unexpected weapon, the Jedi takes an initial hit before using tutaminis to dissipate the rest of the bolts. Cracking an amused grin underneath his helmet, Kaerex holsters his main hand blaster and rests a hand on his vibrosword, mounted in a sheath, sporting a trigger and guard, attached to his belt. Keeping the Jedi on the defensive with a hail of bolts, he advances forward, before, when in range, he throws his pistol aside before pressing the trigger on his sheath with his left hand, causing the blade to shoot out at a near instant speed. It connects with the Jedi’s saber, cutting it in half and sending the pieces flying, before using his momentum to twirl away from the Jedi and, unholstering his offhand slug thrower in one fluid motion, aims at the Jedi before firing, catching him directly between the eyes. Flicking the blood off of his sword, he then sheathes it before pulling his offhand sonic blaster to him and holsters it. I think I’ve drawn more than enough attention, He thinks as he hears footsteps originating from the exit he was originally intending to go through.

Walking back out into the courtyard, he activates his jetpack and flies up onto the roof. Finding the spot required he raises his hand to his communications link again.

“Get over here.” He says to Arón’s co-pilot. And, soon enough, he maneuvers the ship over the place specified. Placing explosives onto a single point on the roof, Kaerex flies backwards a bit, before shooting it with his sonic blaster, the explosion creating a big gap into the roof. Looking down into it, he sees Xiao’tsi, Arón and another companion of theirs. Jen’gar.

“Come on already!” Kaerex shouts.