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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 8:47 pm
 Lockdown
The electricity was an unpleasant surprise but Lockdown could manage for a few seconds at least. Long enough to pull both of his batons free. The head bash was almost entirely ineffective, they were both wearing helmets. It would be like rolling two bowling balls together. Yeah, there was impact but did either of them really feel it? Regaining just enough of his wit Lockdown pushed himself back and away from Deadlock but not entirely out of reach. Lockdown took up residence in that sweet spot provided by the batons. The range just out of normal hand to hand combat where someone with a baton could still reach. Using the reach provided by the baton Lockdown smacked the gun in Deadlock's hand. It wasn't intended to hurt him, just move the gun away enough so Deadlock couldn't shoot him. If Deadlock raised his gun again Lockdown would smack it aside again. The amps on the arm was a clever move to at least stall any close quarters combat but Lockdown understood one thing. It was like a battery, and all batteries ran out eventually. "You are surprisingly resilient for a poacher. I get wanting a little money off another's contract but you are putting in more effort than most."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 9:11 pm
 D E A D L O C Kx B O U N T YxxH U N T E R xfor thex S Y N D I C A T E He ceased his attempts for firing, confused by what he’d just heard. “What do you mean another’s contract? Since when did you handle contracts for the big bad?” He had a reputation for working with a specific organization, one that the male opposite of him could probably guess. “What kind of sick joke is this? I was called in. I’m not a ******** poacher.” He sounded genuinely offended to be referred to as a poacher. In fact, the very idea annoyed him. Neither of them had any real reason to pull any lies since they were already engaged in combat. He was an affiliated bounty hunter; he did almost all of his jobs for one organization and he never had any reason to poach, so why would this time be any different? He hated poachers; he’d be a hypocrite to start doing the same.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 9:30 pm
Lockdown
"Generally I don't." Lockdown said as he dropped his defensive stance and sheathed his batons on his back. "I got a call from a VI telling me to come after Cormac. He had pissed off some senator. I didn't think much of it and they offered me twice my standard fee, triple if he was alive so I figured why not." Lockdown looked over at where he had stashed Cormac to make sure that he was still there and he was. "I didn't even begin to think it was a syndicate job until you showed up."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 10:05 pm
D E A D L O C Kx B O U N T YxxH U N T E R xfor thex S Y N D I C A T E He likewise put his gun back in his holster, the other one still on the floor, but he didn’t bother fetching it yet. “We were set up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out either one of us could’ve handled this job just fine alone. Whoever set this up wanted us to fight.” He had his share of trivial employers, but this was an insult. Lockdown wasn’t a poacher, reputation made that clear, and neither was he. He’d been so caught up in their brawl that he hadn’t noticed something was up, something he should have noticed the moment he recognized him. He was sore from the brawl, but that was nothing new. Even if they’d fought to near death and realized, he’d have gotten over it. He found himself losing all interest in fighting and more into why in the hell would anyone waste their time intentionally pitting them against each other. He waved his hand briefly at the Cormac. “I was given the same orders. I was paid to bring him, not you. He isn’t worth this much trouble.” Yeah, a minor poacher was fine, but Lockdown had a much more respectable reputation, and he took no pleasure in fighting him for what was supposed to be a simple job involving Cormac. “How about a compromise? I bring him in, send you half. You keep your record clear from the syndicate and we walk away with a fair share.” And when he said half, he meant it; he had enough crap for one day.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 10:32 pm
Lockdown
Lockdown scratched his neck slightly and turned, moving over to Cormac, who was still knocked out. He grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck and dragged him from under the train seats. "That sounds more than fair to me." He grumbled as he slid Cormac's body over to the other bounty hunter. He was fine with the compromise. They had offered him double, half of that would be his standard rate and was perfectly fine accepting his standard rate not to fight Deadlock. The suldari had more skill than most gave him credit for even if his close quarters were a little lacking. The shot that started this all was impressive on it's own, right to the kneecap of the target in the middle of a crowded train station. Lockdown respected that level of skill even if he didn't like using guns. He respected it enough to give Deadlock a little information, mostly to keep the other hunter from walking into a trap. "Cormac was speaking with someone before you shot him. A man about an inch taller than me, shaggy brown hair and a beard. Cormac knew he was being hunted, the man said he 'would look into it'. I'm sure you're capable but be on the lookout." Lockdown turned and began to walk towards the open train door. "You're not a poacher." That was about as close to an apology as anyone could ever get out of him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 9:34 am
D E A D L O C Kx B O U N T YxxH U N T E R xfor thex S Y N D I C A T E He’d say the same, but then it would seem redundant. It was an acceptable statement; the people where they originated from weren’t the apologizing type, and apologies felt wasteful. They both did what they would have done if met with that situation; that case proved a misconception, and past was past. “Sov prael munob. Ogra sov, sivire suldari,” he said, thanking him for the fight and acknowledging his prowess. He felt it a more meaningful way to make well of the encounter. It had been a very long time since he’d been met with a good fight, and now that he had one, he felt obligated to treat it for what it was. He waited until Lockdown left before getting his gun and setting it back where it belonged. His arm was back to normal, and he was ready to leave, carrying Cormac away. For the following time period, he’d bring Cormac’s unconscious self away to the drop, collect his pay, then send his dues to Lockdown. He’d make some repairs and then get some rest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:45 pm
Lockdown
As soon as he had left the train he moved towards the exit of the station. He didn't have a solid plan but he figured that he would head to the spaceport. He could generally find work in those places and when the transfer came in from Deadlock with his half of the money Lockdown would probably head off planet. He didn't like working for organizations but most of the contracts out there were few jobs out there from independent contractors. Sooner or later Lockdown would have to compromise and he wasn't looking forward to it.
[Exit]
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