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Wincing internally at the subtle crunch of sand beneath her boots, Eden takes light steps around the outskirts of the facility on Arvala-7. After refusing the help of a stranger for she did not trust them, and spending many days battling the unmerciful conditions of the desert environment alone and without guidance, the tracking fob had finally led her to the structure, which, assumed by the increased beeping of the device, holds the creature in which she seeks. The sandstone buildings are swarming with Nikto, armed to the teeth with blasters and various other weapons.
Eden had decided it'd be best to take a stealthier approach to complete the mission, which, albeit, is her preferred mission of completing jobs. Often a time, things would be less messy this way; less chance for error. Gently reaching toward the holster upon her thigh that holds numerous daggers, she takes one within her hand. Sliding it with ease into the neck of an unexpecting Nikto that stands in the way of where she desires to go, she catches the now limp body before it can fall. Dragging it away from any prying eyes, and laying it down upon the sand, she retakes her dagger, putting it back in its rightful place.
Ensuring she walks with a light tread, Eden cautiously wanders back to where the Nikto once stood. Casting her gaze around the corner, and upon the courtyard before her, Eden catches sight of a few doors leading into separate buildings. One, in particular, is far more guarded than the rest, a cluster of guards stood in front of it. Using her tracking fob to confirm her suspicions, Eden concludes that the bounty lies on the other side of the door.
The clinking of metal upon sand erupts from the opening of the courtyard, catching both the attention of her and the Nikto. Internal swears circulate the mind of Eden as her eyes land upon another bounty hunter, or more specifically, a bounty droid. With the blaster of every Nikto insight locked upon it, the droid comes to a halt in the middle of the courtyard. Looking between each of its enemies, it's robotic voice announces, "Subparagraph sixteen of the Bondsman protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset."
A cackle erupts from the throat of one Nikto, the armed creatures unthreatened by one mere droid. The one laughing is the first to raise it's blaster to the droid, the others of its kind following. The droid, which Eden had guessed to be an IG droid, is quicker to shoot, a blaster wound piercing the heads of the Nikto. Its second hand unsheaths a second blaster, and with both arms raised, it spins, sending off bolts in all directions.
The curses that'd run only through Eden's mind now roll past the threshold of her lips, her words being drowned out by the deafening blaster fire. Though Eden had assumed that others were to be hired for the same job, she'd hoped that by the time another competitor for the prize arrived, it'd already be within her possession. Yet, now her plans for a stealthy attack had been foiled by an IG droid, and every soul in a large radius have been alerted to their presence. With annoyance bubbling within her, Eden begrudgingly joins the fight against the Nikto.
