Kala'uun
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The sun was beginning to set on this sector of Ryloth, and many of the moons began to come into view. The Outer Rim world was plagues with jungles and volcanoes. It was a rugged and untamed planet that held onto its wild streak despite ages of interstellar travel. As the lights continued to fade, certain areas on the planet surface shined like diamonds in the rough. One such place was Kala'uun, one of many places on Ryloth to refuel your ship and your belly. However, the bright lights belied the dark nature that lie underneath.
Night here on Ryloth was just as dangerous as the day. Different predators took their shift at top of the food chain as the daytime kings took their repose. This was only the most superficial threat that the planet showcased. Amongst those glittering cities sifted chains of corruption and crime. The Hutts had in the past had a stranglehold on the spaceports and ruled the planet with iron fists. Even if their strength wasn't as strong as it had been in the past, many different gangsters still struggled to accumulate power. Because crime was as plentiful as the trees in the jungle, it lured many thugs and as a result bounty hunters.
One such member of that often ill-reputed profession was sitting comfortably at an outside table of a cantina restaurant. The Trandoshan skewered a mealworm from the bowl in front of him on his fork and held it up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out and casting the insect into the void of his maw. The crunch and juiciness was just divine. He sighed as he watched the sun slowly disappearing behind the mesa in the distance. The beautiful red of the setting sun mirrored the red of his scales, but the fading light still felt good amidst the rapidly cooling air. For a reptilian like himself, such a setting was paradise.
Sskveesh wasn't here merely for pleasure. The reason he allowed himself to indulge in food but only water to drink was that he was on a job. A local mafioso suspected his mistress of serving two masters. If this was the case, he was supposed to obtain evidence. Usually such a task was beneath a hunter like him. There would be neither joy from the Scorekeeper for this task nor would there be any Jaggannath points to speak of, but it mattered little. It was money, which was needed to go on the big hunts, and it was simple money too. All Sskveesh would have to do is refrain from letting menial tasks like this become a priority in the future. Besides, Sskveesh knew there would end up being more than just this surface level. One would assume that no respectable bounty hunter would even perform duties any run of the mill private eye or more-than-capable citizen could pull off, so the fact that the mafioso had requested specifically a bounty hunter meant only one thing: that a price would be put on one or both of their heads should confirmation be procured. Always plan ahead, figure out the other man's next move. The Old One had impressed that idea into his head.
He had no doubt that he would catch them in the act, and no doubt he could swiftly and efficiently secure them both should the need arise. Sskveesh knew that this cantina was one of their favorite meeting places. However, they were running late. Something was keeping them... yet the Trandoshan hunter's blood remained as cool as usual. He opened his mouth revealing the sharp rows of vicious-looking teeth, using his tongue to pick at a stuck piece of worm. It was of little consequence when the lovestruck duo would appear. People were just another type of prey. The Old One had taught him that as well.
"Ssoon enough..."
Thus, Sskveesh allowed himself to rest and just feel the flow of the world around him. Hunters had to be patient after all.
Night here on Ryloth was just as dangerous as the day. Different predators took their shift at top of the food chain as the daytime kings took their repose. This was only the most superficial threat that the planet showcased. Amongst those glittering cities sifted chains of corruption and crime. The Hutts had in the past had a stranglehold on the spaceports and ruled the planet with iron fists. Even if their strength wasn't as strong as it had been in the past, many different gangsters still struggled to accumulate power. Because crime was as plentiful as the trees in the jungle, it lured many thugs and as a result bounty hunters.
One such member of that often ill-reputed profession was sitting comfortably at an outside table of a cantina restaurant. The Trandoshan skewered a mealworm from the bowl in front of him on his fork and held it up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out and casting the insect into the void of his maw. The crunch and juiciness was just divine. He sighed as he watched the sun slowly disappearing behind the mesa in the distance. The beautiful red of the setting sun mirrored the red of his scales, but the fading light still felt good amidst the rapidly cooling air. For a reptilian like himself, such a setting was paradise.
Sskveesh wasn't here merely for pleasure. The reason he allowed himself to indulge in food but only water to drink was that he was on a job. A local mafioso suspected his mistress of serving two masters. If this was the case, he was supposed to obtain evidence. Usually such a task was beneath a hunter like him. There would be neither joy from the Scorekeeper for this task nor would there be any Jaggannath points to speak of, but it mattered little. It was money, which was needed to go on the big hunts, and it was simple money too. All Sskveesh would have to do is refrain from letting menial tasks like this become a priority in the future. Besides, Sskveesh knew there would end up being more than just this surface level. One would assume that no respectable bounty hunter would even perform duties any run of the mill private eye or more-than-capable citizen could pull off, so the fact that the mafioso had requested specifically a bounty hunter meant only one thing: that a price would be put on one or both of their heads should confirmation be procured. Always plan ahead, figure out the other man's next move. The Old One had impressed that idea into his head.
He had no doubt that he would catch them in the act, and no doubt he could swiftly and efficiently secure them both should the need arise. Sskveesh knew that this cantina was one of their favorite meeting places. However, they were running late. Something was keeping them... yet the Trandoshan hunter's blood remained as cool as usual. He opened his mouth revealing the sharp rows of vicious-looking teeth, using his tongue to pick at a stuck piece of worm. It was of little consequence when the lovestruck duo would appear. People were just another type of prey. The Old One had taught him that as well.
"Ssoon enough..."
Thus, Sskveesh allowed himself to rest and just feel the flow of the world around him. Hunters had to be patient after all.
They have given me a ssecond chance...My giftss shall pleasse the Sscorekeeper and the Old One...
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Minutes and people passed like stars in hyperspace. Yet, Sskveesh was no fool and missed not a single countenance. Violet eyes scanned each one like beacons, searching for the elusive target that could wrap up this pitiful charade of a mission. What could possibly still be keeping this clandestine duo? Patience was indeed a virtue, but one that Trandoshans often held little faith in. Even for a well-trained bounty hunter such as Sskveesh, his predatorial instincts were coursing through his veins. Without discipline he might have begun stalking the city fruitlessly. Kala'uun wasn't exactly a small spaceport and often had lots of traffic on and off planet even when compared to the metropolis of Lessu. It would be a waste of time and energy, particularly considering his prey were creatures of habit.
Purple eyes flicked left and right. The rapidly fading light caused him little to no concern. His infrared vision would allow him to see amongst pure blackness if necessary. As he lifted another wriggling morsel to his lips and crunched down on another mealworm, sucking its succulent juices down, his vigilance began to wane as he sighed. It was hard to remain focused when the task was this undesirable. While many proud warriors would have stuck their nose up to the mad mafioso's little mission, Sskveesh swallowed that pride and took it upon himself. As The Old One had told him, pride does little for dead warriors. Money was money, and the jilted don's credits spent just as well as a military contract's. He took a deep breath and let it go and resumed his search.
Fortunately, the long vigil at this cantina stand had not been for naught. A woman approached, and began to walk back and forth at the entrance to the cantina, occasionally peeking in side and frantically searching the tables. There was no mistake of her facial features. Sskveesh locked on like a heat-seeking missile. Time almost seemed to blur now as passerby people melted into colored blurs. Her breathing was rapid, which signified an elevated heartbeat. She was nervous...frantic... was it merely because of the lateness of the rendezvous or something more? Scanning around himself, he made sure there were no approaching thugs from the sides, and didn't sense anyone approaching him from behind. He had dropped some of the crunchy appetizer around behind him, and no tell-tale crunch had given a behind sneak attack away. Sskveesh didn't expect to have been made during his reconnaissance, but one couldn't be too careful amongst a den of thieves like a gangster-controlled spaceport. No, the more likely reason was she didn't see her dining companion and was afraid she missed him.
As the thought ran through his head, a tall thin man wearing a buffoonish grin snuck up behind the stressed succubus and tapped her on the shoulder. She squealed and quickly the two were in each other's arms. Sskveesh scowled at their childish and naivety. It was almost as if they were TRYING to get caught. He shook his head. He would never understand stupid prey.
"Oh well...down to bussinessss, I guess..."
Holding up a tiny camera, he began taking some pictures. The couple in each other's arms... the couple sitting down at a table by themselves...the couple sharing a drink...their night was just beginning, but Sskveesh was satisfied with the results. Standing up, he left the remainder of the mealworms and enough credits to cover the bill on the table. There was no need to fear losing them again. He already had followed them to their domiciles and knew where they would be laying their heads. He noticed the mealworms crawling out of the bowl and onto the table and credits, and amusingly remembered how sickened the waiter had been when he poured them into the bowl. The establishment's food was subpar, so Sskveesh had brought his own. Chuckling to himself, he disappeared into the crowd.
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After some time had passed, he arrived at the pre-agreed meeting place. He had sent word that he had acquired his proof almost immediately after leaving the restaurant, and the armed Twi'lek thugs outside the door grunted as the Trandoshan walked past them. Sskveesh despised them almost equally, but held his temper. The little mafioso was seated at a table, gobbling down as much food and drink as he could shovel into him. With what Sskveesh hoped was drool dribbling down his cheek, the client scowled and held out a chubby hand.
"Well?"
Sskveesh stepped forward as the bodyguard standing behind the man's chair eyed him coolly. Silently, the bounty hunter passed off the pictures and stepped back. The bodyguard spat on the ground and glared.
"We didn't needa freakin' reptile to do this, Boss."
Sskveesh smiled and showed off his sharp, vicious teeth.
"Oh? I ssuposse that iss why she hass been running around town for so long with no repercussionss."
The bodyguard snapped back, obviously heated.
"Shaddap, bounty hunter! Or I'll beat some repercussions inta ya!"
Even trained hunters had their limits and Sskveesh's hands instinctively reached for the stun carbine at his belt before he sensed movements behind him. Even though he was not facing them, he heard the guns being drawn almost immediately by the men who were clearly no longer at the door. Continuing the movement while adding an exaggeration, he twisted his arms in aerial circles and across his chest, as if loosening up. The guns didn't fire, so Sskveesh had avoided having to leave four corpses for now. Sskveesh had always been able to pick up danger around him better than most of his kin. The Old One had helped him improve at it even further still. His tone became a dangerous whisper as he eyed the bodyguard.
"How generouss! Show me how sstrong you are! If you dare!"
He clacked his teeth dangerously and held his claws outstretched, challenging the man to a fight. The bodyguard barely had time for his eyes to widen in fury before the little mafioso slammed his fists down onto the table.
"Dat WENCH!"
The shattering of the tension brought cooler heads to everyone as the client held everyone's full attention. The man was quivering with what Sskveesh could only imagine was fury. His cheeks were red as the sunset the Trandoshan had just earlier enjoyed. Suddenly, the beady little eyes locked with his.
"Ya did good, mate. I knew ya would. So she's gonna two-time me with 'dis schmuck, eh? Not on my watch."
He held up the pictures to the bodyguard, who began perusing them, pausing at the close up views. Sskveesh guessed that these men know who the mistresses' tryst was. He opened his mouth and addressed the client directly.
"Sso what iss next? Do you want them...taken care of?"
The fat little crime lord shook his head.
"We'll handle this internally. Family business, ya understand?"
Sskveesh folded his arms across his chest, disappointed with the turn of events.
"Asss you wish. Then let uss disscussss the matter of payment."
The crime lord snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard stepped up and handed the Trandoshan a credit chip. Sskveesh knew better than to check it in front of a deranged client. The crime lord knew better than to stiff this murderous mercenary.
"And the bonuss?"
The bodyguard held up his hand.
"These pictures are at a restaurant. Dat won't help us any if dey go inta hiding."
Sskveesh casually glanced at his claws, examining them for sharpness, wondering if he could rend the bodyguard's flesh asunder and rip out his innards without killing him right away.
"I followed them and found their little hideaway. The addressss iss written down here."
The bodyguard took the address from the bounty hunter and glanced with genuine surprise on his face.
"Dis place wasn't on our radar, boss!"
Sskveesh wasn't surprised at the comment. Despite the obvious mutual distaste in the room, it wasn't entirely the goon's fault. Sskveesh had the benefit of anonymity which made it harder for the couple to recognize the love nest was being made. They had managed to pull a fast one on this minor crime lord's entire operation for months, so the couple had at least SOME discretion, even if their earlier performance didn't indicate it.
"Excellent!"
The crime lord was satisfied and clapped his hands again. The two Twi'lek guards vanished into a side room and brought out a floating slab on a carrier. Sskveesh had no clue what the bonus actually was going to be, assuming it would have been credits. As the Trandoshan stepped up to it and gave it a once over. Sskveesh gave the criminals a confused look.
"What iss thiss?"
The crime lord shrugged.
"What are ya? Stoopid? It's carbonite!"
Sskveesh rolled his eyes, not even bothering to hide his disrespect.
"Of coursse it'ss carbonite. I meant who iss thiss and why are you giving it to me?"
The crime lord hopped up and joined Sskveesh next to the floating prison cell.
"Got dat one from a reliable source o' mine. He picked it up from some floatin' ship out in one of da boonie systems. He told me he got it from..."
The fat little man looked from side to side, even though there was zero chance of any random people being in the room, for effect and whisper talked.
"...a Jedi ship!"
Sskveesh scoffed, hating this little man for speaking to him like a child.
"You take me for a fool! No Jeedai shipss have been sseen for yearss."
The bodyguard snarled a response.
“Watch your tongue, lizard.”
The Trandoshan didn’t even hear him as he walked around the periphery. This thing asked more questions than it did answers. The figure in carbonite’s features looked very peaceful. There was no observable strain or emotion amongst the visage. The hands were in neat positions and not clawing or anything at the stony prison. Did this person get in carbonite willingly? What would be the purpose of such an encasement?
The boss saw the doubt in Sskveesh’s eyes and continued on with a braggadocious tone.
“Yeah, some of da wreckage seemed to have some logos on it. It’s real, my scaly friend. A real Jedi!”
Sskveesh looked up and narrowed his eyes. Now he was SURE the man was telling him stories.
“How could you possssibly know that?”
The boss was happily chatting now, proud to have a step up in knowledge over the bounty hunter. It was also possibly he was using the conversation as a distraction from the dirty business to come.
“Can’t give up all my secrets, eh? I’m sure you’ll find that dere are SOME people who would pay a pretty penny for this! You just gotta find the right buyer, am I right?”
Sskveesh sourly glanced back down at the macabre reward. What the boss meant was that it was such a niche item that it was going to be a nightmare to unload. It wasn’t like he could just take this thing in for appraisal somewhere. It wasn’t a random piece of art… it was a person trapped in eternal slumber. Only a true psychopath was going to go for that. Sskveesh had no problem selling another sentient being, for many of his kind had made a good living doing that exact profession. He DID have a problem with ending up a freak buyer’s trophy himself. He finally looked up to see the four gangsters leaving the room.
“Well, thanks again, bounty hunter! Take care!”
Sskveesh exasperatingly glanced after them. He had the sudden feeling that this bonus was more of the don passing his problems on to him.
“Wait… you’re jusst leaving me here with thiss thing? Can't you at least transsport it to my ship?”
The don cheerfully waved before exiting.
“Absolutely! It’s yours now, after all! And my people are going to be busy purging a traitor and starting a gang war!”
Within a few seconds, it was just Sskveesh sitting alone with a floating hunk of carbonite that may or may not contain a Jedi. He had no way to know for sure. He supposed one of the remaining Sith may have an idea if any of the rotten don’s diatribe was true, but they’d probably just take it without paying for it either. Sskveesh glanced around the room, knowing that no matter what he ended up doing with this thing he couldn’t just waltz around town with it. He grabbed the tablecloth off the nearby table and covered the carbonite with it. After making sure the coast was clear, he pushed it down the streets towards his hangar, sticking to the back streets and alleys to avoid prying eyes and unnecessary questions.
Purple eyes flicked left and right. The rapidly fading light caused him little to no concern. His infrared vision would allow him to see amongst pure blackness if necessary. As he lifted another wriggling morsel to his lips and crunched down on another mealworm, sucking its succulent juices down, his vigilance began to wane as he sighed. It was hard to remain focused when the task was this undesirable. While many proud warriors would have stuck their nose up to the mad mafioso's little mission, Sskveesh swallowed that pride and took it upon himself. As The Old One had told him, pride does little for dead warriors. Money was money, and the jilted don's credits spent just as well as a military contract's. He took a deep breath and let it go and resumed his search.
Fortunately, the long vigil at this cantina stand had not been for naught. A woman approached, and began to walk back and forth at the entrance to the cantina, occasionally peeking in side and frantically searching the tables. There was no mistake of her facial features. Sskveesh locked on like a heat-seeking missile. Time almost seemed to blur now as passerby people melted into colored blurs. Her breathing was rapid, which signified an elevated heartbeat. She was nervous...frantic... was it merely because of the lateness of the rendezvous or something more? Scanning around himself, he made sure there were no approaching thugs from the sides, and didn't sense anyone approaching him from behind. He had dropped some of the crunchy appetizer around behind him, and no tell-tale crunch had given a behind sneak attack away. Sskveesh didn't expect to have been made during his reconnaissance, but one couldn't be too careful amongst a den of thieves like a gangster-controlled spaceport. No, the more likely reason was she didn't see her dining companion and was afraid she missed him.
As the thought ran through his head, a tall thin man wearing a buffoonish grin snuck up behind the stressed succubus and tapped her on the shoulder. She squealed and quickly the two were in each other's arms. Sskveesh scowled at their childish and naivety. It was almost as if they were TRYING to get caught. He shook his head. He would never understand stupid prey.
"Oh well...down to bussinessss, I guess..."
Holding up a tiny camera, he began taking some pictures. The couple in each other's arms... the couple sitting down at a table by themselves...the couple sharing a drink...their night was just beginning, but Sskveesh was satisfied with the results. Standing up, he left the remainder of the mealworms and enough credits to cover the bill on the table. There was no need to fear losing them again. He already had followed them to their domiciles and knew where they would be laying their heads. He noticed the mealworms crawling out of the bowl and onto the table and credits, and amusingly remembered how sickened the waiter had been when he poured them into the bowl. The establishment's food was subpar, so Sskveesh had brought his own. Chuckling to himself, he disappeared into the crowd.
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After some time had passed, he arrived at the pre-agreed meeting place. He had sent word that he had acquired his proof almost immediately after leaving the restaurant, and the armed Twi'lek thugs outside the door grunted as the Trandoshan walked past them. Sskveesh despised them almost equally, but held his temper. The little mafioso was seated at a table, gobbling down as much food and drink as he could shovel into him. With what Sskveesh hoped was drool dribbling down his cheek, the client scowled and held out a chubby hand.
"Well?"
Sskveesh stepped forward as the bodyguard standing behind the man's chair eyed him coolly. Silently, the bounty hunter passed off the pictures and stepped back. The bodyguard spat on the ground and glared.
"We didn't needa freakin' reptile to do this, Boss."
Sskveesh smiled and showed off his sharp, vicious teeth.
"Oh? I ssuposse that iss why she hass been running around town for so long with no repercussionss."
The bodyguard snapped back, obviously heated.
"Shaddap, bounty hunter! Or I'll beat some repercussions inta ya!"
Even trained hunters had their limits and Sskveesh's hands instinctively reached for the stun carbine at his belt before he sensed movements behind him. Even though he was not facing them, he heard the guns being drawn almost immediately by the men who were clearly no longer at the door. Continuing the movement while adding an exaggeration, he twisted his arms in aerial circles and across his chest, as if loosening up. The guns didn't fire, so Sskveesh had avoided having to leave four corpses for now. Sskveesh had always been able to pick up danger around him better than most of his kin. The Old One had helped him improve at it even further still. His tone became a dangerous whisper as he eyed the bodyguard.
"How generouss! Show me how sstrong you are! If you dare!"
He clacked his teeth dangerously and held his claws outstretched, challenging the man to a fight. The bodyguard barely had time for his eyes to widen in fury before the little mafioso slammed his fists down onto the table.
"Dat WENCH!"
The shattering of the tension brought cooler heads to everyone as the client held everyone's full attention. The man was quivering with what Sskveesh could only imagine was fury. His cheeks were red as the sunset the Trandoshan had just earlier enjoyed. Suddenly, the beady little eyes locked with his.
"Ya did good, mate. I knew ya would. So she's gonna two-time me with 'dis schmuck, eh? Not on my watch."
He held up the pictures to the bodyguard, who began perusing them, pausing at the close up views. Sskveesh guessed that these men know who the mistresses' tryst was. He opened his mouth and addressed the client directly.
"Sso what iss next? Do you want them...taken care of?"
The fat little crime lord shook his head.
"We'll handle this internally. Family business, ya understand?"
Sskveesh folded his arms across his chest, disappointed with the turn of events.
"Asss you wish. Then let uss disscussss the matter of payment."
The crime lord snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard stepped up and handed the Trandoshan a credit chip. Sskveesh knew better than to check it in front of a deranged client. The crime lord knew better than to stiff this murderous mercenary.
"And the bonuss?"
The bodyguard held up his hand.
"These pictures are at a restaurant. Dat won't help us any if dey go inta hiding."
Sskveesh casually glanced at his claws, examining them for sharpness, wondering if he could rend the bodyguard's flesh asunder and rip out his innards without killing him right away.
"I followed them and found their little hideaway. The addressss iss written down here."
The bodyguard took the address from the bounty hunter and glanced with genuine surprise on his face.
"Dis place wasn't on our radar, boss!"
Sskveesh wasn't surprised at the comment. Despite the obvious mutual distaste in the room, it wasn't entirely the goon's fault. Sskveesh had the benefit of anonymity which made it harder for the couple to recognize the love nest was being made. They had managed to pull a fast one on this minor crime lord's entire operation for months, so the couple had at least SOME discretion, even if their earlier performance didn't indicate it.
"Excellent!"
The crime lord was satisfied and clapped his hands again. The two Twi'lek guards vanished into a side room and brought out a floating slab on a carrier. Sskveesh had no clue what the bonus actually was going to be, assuming it would have been credits. As the Trandoshan stepped up to it and gave it a once over. Sskveesh gave the criminals a confused look.
"What iss thiss?"
The crime lord shrugged.
"What are ya? Stoopid? It's carbonite!"
Sskveesh rolled his eyes, not even bothering to hide his disrespect.
"Of coursse it'ss carbonite. I meant who iss thiss and why are you giving it to me?"
The crime lord hopped up and joined Sskveesh next to the floating prison cell.
"Got dat one from a reliable source o' mine. He picked it up from some floatin' ship out in one of da boonie systems. He told me he got it from..."
The fat little man looked from side to side, even though there was zero chance of any random people being in the room, for effect and whisper talked.
"...a Jedi ship!"
Sskveesh scoffed, hating this little man for speaking to him like a child.
"You take me for a fool! No Jeedai shipss have been sseen for yearss."
The bodyguard snarled a response.
“Watch your tongue, lizard.”
The Trandoshan didn’t even hear him as he walked around the periphery. This thing asked more questions than it did answers. The figure in carbonite’s features looked very peaceful. There was no observable strain or emotion amongst the visage. The hands were in neat positions and not clawing or anything at the stony prison. Did this person get in carbonite willingly? What would be the purpose of such an encasement?
The boss saw the doubt in Sskveesh’s eyes and continued on with a braggadocious tone.
“Yeah, some of da wreckage seemed to have some logos on it. It’s real, my scaly friend. A real Jedi!”
Sskveesh looked up and narrowed his eyes. Now he was SURE the man was telling him stories.
“How could you possssibly know that?”
The boss was happily chatting now, proud to have a step up in knowledge over the bounty hunter. It was also possibly he was using the conversation as a distraction from the dirty business to come.
“Can’t give up all my secrets, eh? I’m sure you’ll find that dere are SOME people who would pay a pretty penny for this! You just gotta find the right buyer, am I right?”
Sskveesh sourly glanced back down at the macabre reward. What the boss meant was that it was such a niche item that it was going to be a nightmare to unload. It wasn’t like he could just take this thing in for appraisal somewhere. It wasn’t a random piece of art… it was a person trapped in eternal slumber. Only a true psychopath was going to go for that. Sskveesh had no problem selling another sentient being, for many of his kind had made a good living doing that exact profession. He DID have a problem with ending up a freak buyer’s trophy himself. He finally looked up to see the four gangsters leaving the room.
“Well, thanks again, bounty hunter! Take care!”
Sskveesh exasperatingly glanced after them. He had the sudden feeling that this bonus was more of the don passing his problems on to him.
“Wait… you’re jusst leaving me here with thiss thing? Can't you at least transsport it to my ship?”
The don cheerfully waved before exiting.
“Absolutely! It’s yours now, after all! And my people are going to be busy purging a traitor and starting a gang war!”
Within a few seconds, it was just Sskveesh sitting alone with a floating hunk of carbonite that may or may not contain a Jedi. He had no way to know for sure. He supposed one of the remaining Sith may have an idea if any of the rotten don’s diatribe was true, but they’d probably just take it without paying for it either. Sskveesh glanced around the room, knowing that no matter what he ended up doing with this thing he couldn’t just waltz around town with it. He grabbed the tablecloth off the nearby table and covered the carbonite with it. After making sure the coast was clear, he pushed it down the streets towards his hangar, sticking to the back streets and alleys to avoid prying eyes and unnecessary questions.
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Despite the electric glow from the buildings, a few stars still peaked into view amongst the darkness of the night sky. Silently, glancing around all corners, Sskveesh wheeled his new 'prize' towards the shipyard. He had been unfortunate enough to be forced to camp out several times and wait for the activity of the spaceport to start to simmer down. Finally, he found himself at his hangar, and exhaled a sigh of relief. The black and silver streaked Lancer Pursuit craft seemed intact. He checked several outer sensors and confirmed there had been no break in before opening the hatch.
He brought the carbonite into the primary cargo hold and glanced it over again to make sure it wasn't a trap. Sskveesh then unceremoniously kicked the floater that the carbonite came on out through the airlock. It went hurtling out the hatch and crashed loudly into the wall. The Trandoshan had no need for it right now, and didn't want to risk any type of bomb or beacon being attached to it. Since it didn't explode on impact, the bounty hunter figured it had been safe after all, but didn't feel foolish for taking the risk. He locked up the hatch and turned to look at the carbonite. There were no attachments that stuck out in anyway. Several scans of the carbonite figure confirmed that there were no explosives embedded or wired into the frame. It was merely a trapped person. Sskveesh scowled and clacked his foot claws against the solid floor of the hold.
"Sstupid bounty..."
Sskveesh felt that the credits he had acquired hadn't been worth the trouble he had put in to find those two, and hoped they had evaded the bungling minions of the overbearing crime lord. He scowled at no one in particular.
"What need have I for a frozen Jeedai?"
Sskveesh headed through the cargo hold and sealed it behind him. He approached the cockpit and checked all of the fuel levels. It appeared that everything was in order. He brought the Sskahra's Smile to life, checked readouts once again, and took off. The Trandoshan had enough of this planet and the miserable crime lords that had brought him here.
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He brought the carbonite into the primary cargo hold and glanced it over again to make sure it wasn't a trap. Sskveesh then unceremoniously kicked the floater that the carbonite came on out through the airlock. It went hurtling out the hatch and crashed loudly into the wall. The Trandoshan had no need for it right now, and didn't want to risk any type of bomb or beacon being attached to it. Since it didn't explode on impact, the bounty hunter figured it had been safe after all, but didn't feel foolish for taking the risk. He locked up the hatch and turned to look at the carbonite. There were no attachments that stuck out in anyway. Several scans of the carbonite figure confirmed that there were no explosives embedded or wired into the frame. It was merely a trapped person. Sskveesh scowled and clacked his foot claws against the solid floor of the hold.
"Sstupid bounty..."
Sskveesh felt that the credits he had acquired hadn't been worth the trouble he had put in to find those two, and hoped they had evaded the bungling minions of the overbearing crime lord. He scowled at no one in particular.
"What need have I for a frozen Jeedai?"
Sskveesh headed through the cargo hold and sealed it behind him. He approached the cockpit and checked all of the fuel levels. It appeared that everything was in order. He brought the Sskahra's Smile to life, checked readouts once again, and took off. The Trandoshan had enough of this planet and the miserable crime lords that had brought him here.
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They have given me a ssecond chance...My giftss shall pleasse the Sscorekeeper and the Old One...
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