Klied hated the Core, and no planet in it was worse than Coruscant. The constant noise from machinery, ships, droids, and the endless yammering of the people around him was nearly enough to drive the hunter mad. It truly boggled his mind how any sane person could stand to live on this durasteel encased rock for more than two minutes. He sat on a cramped transport ship destined for the lower levels of the planet. To try and distract himself from the grating chatter he pulled out his bounty puck to review the information on his quarry.
The holographic image displayed an angry looking Klatooinian in his mid 40s, Jalir T'lol. Klied had done some research on the mark before reaching the Core. Originally a grunt for the Hutt Cartels he became dissatisfied with his lot and decided to strike off on his own. He'd made something of a name for himself on Coruscant since, a big fish in a small pond. Recently Coruscanti Police had started coming down on his operations hard, and he had gone to ground. That's where Klied came in.
Seeing the afternoon light start to diminish, the hunter turned and looked out the transports window. They were descending past the planet surface into the lower levels, the orange sunlight soon transforming into the artificial lighting of the underworld. Now all he could see around himself was an ocean of durasteel, getting grimier and grimier by the minute. Klied scowled. Bounty Hunting, what a brilliant idea... He thought to himself bitterly. He had wanted more of a challenge then the beasts he used to hunt on the frontiers of the galaxy. He should have known it would bring him to a place like this. Already he was being choked by the morbid overpopulation of this world.
Before long the transport docked and the hunter stepped off onto the landing platform, a foul stench wafting towards him in the drafty winds of the lower level. He stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of the citizens, garbed in the golden fur of a Corellian dire-cat. He squinted as he surveyed his surroundings. Time to get to work. One of the first things he had learned as a hunter was to make sure to use the right bait. T'lol was a veteran of this game, he would be nearly impossible to find in his home territory. Klied needed to draw him out. From his research he had learned T'lol had something of a grudge against another Coruscanti local, one Poffo Sauvage. He would be Klied's first target. The hunter snorted as he tried to become accustomed to the city's stench and started making his way towards the nearest bar. He had a lot of work to do.
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The holographic image displayed an angry looking Klatooinian in his mid 40s, Jalir T'lol. Klied had done some research on the mark before reaching the Core. Originally a grunt for the Hutt Cartels he became dissatisfied with his lot and decided to strike off on his own. He'd made something of a name for himself on Coruscant since, a big fish in a small pond. Recently Coruscanti Police had started coming down on his operations hard, and he had gone to ground. That's where Klied came in.
Seeing the afternoon light start to diminish, the hunter turned and looked out the transports window. They were descending past the planet surface into the lower levels, the orange sunlight soon transforming into the artificial lighting of the underworld. Now all he could see around himself was an ocean of durasteel, getting grimier and grimier by the minute. Klied scowled. Bounty Hunting, what a brilliant idea... He thought to himself bitterly. He had wanted more of a challenge then the beasts he used to hunt on the frontiers of the galaxy. He should have known it would bring him to a place like this. Already he was being choked by the morbid overpopulation of this world.
Before long the transport docked and the hunter stepped off onto the landing platform, a foul stench wafting towards him in the drafty winds of the lower level. He stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of the citizens, garbed in the golden fur of a Corellian dire-cat. He squinted as he surveyed his surroundings. Time to get to work. One of the first things he had learned as a hunter was to make sure to use the right bait. T'lol was a veteran of this game, he would be nearly impossible to find in his home territory. Klied needed to draw him out. From his research he had learned T'lol had something of a grudge against another Coruscanti local, one Poffo Sauvage. He would be Klied's first target. The hunter snorted as he tried to become accustomed to the city's stench and started making his way towards the nearest bar. He had a lot of work to do.
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