Fizz, thanks for the review! As for lightsabers, they don't completely avoid Aura, it's more like through Vader's sheer force (no pun intended), it breaks on contact with his weapon due to his strength. He's a badass :D
Vader's approaches his last target!
Chapter 10 – Back Alley Brawl
Working up the city, Vader found himself inside the richer area once more. The paved roads gave way to his next target, Lucero Hawthorn. The mission he accepted was listed under 'Bounty,' that is, he would retrieve money owed from one to another and take it if necessary. No bloodshed, no need to draw one's weapon. Or so he thought.
Vader would find out where he would be headed and eliminate him swiftly. He had no way of knowing where Hawthorn would be or what he would be doing. The droid should be returning soon with the abilities of his last two targets, so he decided to wait and at least find him. He pulled out his communicator and ordered the droid, "Track down Hawthorn and give me his location. Then resume your duties of reconnaissance." The droid responded, "Yes, sir." He sat down on a bench at the side of the road. The sun was beginning to wane to the West, painting the sky a bright orange. Vader looked around and saw that the sidewalk was empty. The rich and wealthy, who populated this area, would likely be enjoying their comfortable lives inside their homes, where nothing happened. One of these rich people would be the family who hired Hawthorn. There would be no need to kill them if they did not see him. He would wait until their business was concluded and then move to strike Hawthorn down.
The droid's voice came over the communicator, "Sir?" it said,
"Where is Hawthorn?"
"He is currently on his way to a bar."
"Good. Establish visual surveillance."
It buzzed, and a small hologram appeared, allowing Vader to see. The man he was after had tied-back hair as green as his eyes were orange. He wore a plain white dress shirt and brown slacks. On his back was his weapon. A simple two-handed sword, in which the blade folded and became a close-range shotgun-like firearm. Hawthorn had a green marker over his face. He was smoking a death stick, by the looks of it. The green marker had information underneath. His Semblance was listed as something rather peculiar. He was able to control the gravity of an object or person. This information would be useful if the plan did not go as he wanted.
After a few minutes, he finally went inside. The droid whispered into the communicator, "Should I move closer, sir?" Vader denied, "No. Maintain position, tell me when he is coming back to his contacts residence. I will wait and kill him when he concluded business." The droid agreed, and Vader closed the communicator.
Half an hour passed before something happened, the Sith opened the visual feed to see a man coughing up blood on pieces of glass on the window that had broken. Hawthorn calmly opened the door and crouched down next to the man. He said something and picked up the man's wallet. Removing the currency, he winked and threw it back down onto his body and placed the money in his pocket. The droid whispered, "That is currency, sir." Vader mentally rolled his eyes. "I know. Follow him." He ordered. The droid followed and led to the large house. It was about five hundred metres from Vader's current location and the droid advised, "You might want to get moving, sir." Vader sighed, "I am."
By the time he had arrived, Hawthorn was already underway. "Droid. Where is he?" Vader demanded. "He's currently going East. One hundred metres away from you. Should I stop him, Lord Vader? I have an electric shock that is both lethal and non-lethal, I-"
"No. I will find him. Fly overhead and warn me of any incoming guardsman or other Huntsman."
"Yes, sir."
Vader began walking down the road, the cloak fluttering in the wind. This street had a few people on it. A couple in the doorway of a dust shop to the left, a teenaged boy who was sitting on a rooftop, and an elderly couple. The boy had the best vantage point. Vader would have to wait to kill his target, discreetly. Somewhere quiet. He kept following along. Waiting for him to take a more discreet path. Finally, after walking for ten minutes, he moved down an alleyway. He was about halfway down the alleyway when he stopped and turned to face the Dark Lord. "Looks like I've got an admirer." he said with a strong, posh accent. "We have a common ally, Hawthorn. Lionheart sent me to-" Vader's booming voice that ricocheted off the walls was cut off by his target. "No. He usually tells me when he sends pets."
"I am not a pet."
"Sure, you're not. You're different, right? You've got ambition and all that jazz, right."
"You misunderstand."
"I'll give him a call, then"
"Do what you must."
He pulled out his Scroll and began dialing Lionheart's contact. After a few rings, the headmaster picked up. "Hey, Leonardo. Got a guy here, says he's sent by you?" He lowered the Scroll and yelled over to Vader, "You got a name?" The cyborg clutched his left hand to choke him, keeping it low, at his side. His target began to move his neck around, as if to clear his throat, and adjust the collar of his shirt, but it made no difference. Hawthorn began to claw at his throat as he dropped his Scroll. He desperately tried to reach his weapon, but Vader took it out of it's sheath and pulled it towards him. Slowly, Vader began to rise into the air. He was using his Semblance; it appeared he could control gravity of certain objects. Vader persisted and kept his grip tight. His ascent slowly came to a stop and his was under the mercy of normal gravity again. Landing without a problem, Vader saw that the target would soon be dead and his mission complete. He began floating again. "Enough of this." The Dark Lord said. He swiftly picked up Hawthorn's blade and hurled it with the Force. It firmly planted itself in his head and the rest of his body went limp, save for a few twitches. Vader looked up and down the alley. No one saw a thing as blood began to pour out onto the alley ground and stain his target's shirt.
The Sith Apprentice made his way back to Lionheart and Watts.
