Jarik Utoni piloted his Rupture class cruiser into Dock at the Caldari Navy Facility in Kak. He had just finished another mission in which his agent had him destroy a Galliente Navy stargate in the area and he had to refit and refuel before the long flight back to his home system.
He powered down the ships systems and exited the pod, pleased to find his clothes and equipment had already been delivered to the locker that connected the pod chamber to the rest of the ship. He never permitted anyone to access the pod chamber save through this locker, its magnetic locks were slaved to his neural signature and multiple passive scanners logged each time it was opened, by whom, and what they placed inside. This time it had been the Crew Chief's assistant who has placed his clothes inside, Jarik couldn't recall his face but then again he didn't converse with anyone save the Crew Chief himself regularly. He gave the crew leave to exit the ship and then made his way to the his weapons locker and retrieved his revolvers. Well oiled and loaded with fifty-caliber slugs these revolvers kicked hard, and hit harder. He registered the ship for a full inspection with his contacts and headed towards the nearest bar.
Once inside he took a seat at the bar and ordered whisky. He was just about to ask the Matari bartender where he got his tattoos when he saw them in the bar's mirror. Five Jin-Mei men each trying with some difficulty to hide sub-machine guns in their jackets, their eyes, trained on the back of his head. Aww shit he thought, assassins. Jarik fingered his lighter and made a scene about spilling his whisky on the counter.
He has twelve shots, and five targets. He lit the bar and swung around to meet the surprised gaze of his assailants. "Surprise." Their leader was the quickest to respond revealing his weapon just as Jarik was able to take cover behind the flaming bar. Bullets sprayed into and over the place that he was only 3 seconds prior. Jarik took a deep breath, the smell of smoke the screams of the wounded civies surrounded him.
Inhale, smoke... blood... sweat... Fear...
Exhale, death...
Jarik rose from behind the cover of the bar, his adrenaline pumping, everything seemed to be moving slower. He registered the gunmen shouldering their weapons, he reacted quickly raising his weapons he sighted and fired in a heartbeat, blood spurted from a hole in one man's neck another clutching a rapidly bleeding hole in his chest. The three remaining gunmen retreated to the entrance, two took cover behind a planter the other took cover in a recces in the wall. Jarik laughed as he took a three round burst to the chest, a lung punctured, easily replaced. He responded by dropping another man with a well placed shot to the head, venting that space of gray matter. Jarik spent the rest of one revolver's rounds shooting through the brick planter into the one remaining man that had hidden behind and dropped the weapon. He turned toward the final assassin, the leader of this group by the looks of it and said, "Do you know who i am?" the man responded "A traitor!" and spit. Jarik, clearly surprised at the answer, responded "I go where there is paying work, you clearly did the same." and with a final pull of the trigger he dropped the assassin.
He looked around the bar, flames licked at every burnable surface, leaving the metal gleaming underneath. bodies, of both the assassins and the civilians caught in the crossfire littered the floor. He laid down on the nearest bench as the AIMEDs arrived and began listing injuries. "damn" he said as the AIMED finished the list, "Just replace this body, it will be less expensive."
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