Well, here he was. Long ago, Kyp had sworn to himself that he'd never sink to joining up with the Hutt Cartel to gain employment and yet here he stood inside the Hutt Mogul's Palace on Nar Shaadaa. The Lepi Mandalorian had been too proud, relying on the strength of his Clan's name and the power of his own reputation that he'd been carefully cultivating over the years to find work. Well, both of those were no longer assets that Kyp had. His clan? He hadn't seen hide nor hair of them since they'd had their falling out and as for his reputation? He could thank the Jedi Order for its decline as he'd been beaten soundly and publicly by both a Jedi squad and the freaking Grandmaster of the Order herself.
Ever since then, he'd been slowly phased out of the A-tier mercenaries that the most powerful factions sought out to hire. Instead, he'd been forced to seek out work himself and scramble just to maintain relevency over the past couple years. With no clan and no reputation, Kyp often found himself drinking himself into a stupor to cope with the pain in one of Nar Shaddaa's many cantinas. But yesterday, such a drinking spell had ended up with him killing a couple of well-connected Nikto mercenaries. It was your classic bar fight; it started out with each party being about five drinks in, one party insulted the other party's mother, the other party punched someone in the face, etc. Pretty standard fare all things considered, except for the fact those two Nikto happened to be on the payroll of the great Nor'baal the Hutt.
As soon as Kyp had found out who the two Nikto belonged to, he had immediately started packing his meager belongings, thinking he could head to Tatooine or somewhere similar to lay low until this blew over. But instead, he'd received a message saying from a representative of Nor'baal, claiming that they were impressed by the combative expertise shown in the bar that night and that if Kyp ever wanted steady work, to come seek out Nor'baal and offer up his services. Of course, the unspoken message was "it's either this or we put a bounty on you for killing our men" but Kyp didn't like reading too much into things.
So there he stood in the palace, nursing a hangover and with his rifle held loosely in his hands, prepared to sell out and offer up his services as a Cartel goon.
@Nor'baal
Ever since then, he'd been slowly phased out of the A-tier mercenaries that the most powerful factions sought out to hire. Instead, he'd been forced to seek out work himself and scramble just to maintain relevency over the past couple years. With no clan and no reputation, Kyp often found himself drinking himself into a stupor to cope with the pain in one of Nar Shaddaa's many cantinas. But yesterday, such a drinking spell had ended up with him killing a couple of well-connected Nikto mercenaries. It was your classic bar fight; it started out with each party being about five drinks in, one party insulted the other party's mother, the other party punched someone in the face, etc. Pretty standard fare all things considered, except for the fact those two Nikto happened to be on the payroll of the great Nor'baal the Hutt.
As soon as Kyp had found out who the two Nikto belonged to, he had immediately started packing his meager belongings, thinking he could head to Tatooine or somewhere similar to lay low until this blew over. But instead, he'd received a message saying from a representative of Nor'baal, claiming that they were impressed by the combative expertise shown in the bar that night and that if Kyp ever wanted steady work, to come seek out Nor'baal and offer up his services. Of course, the unspoken message was "it's either this or we put a bounty on you for killing our men" but Kyp didn't like reading too much into things.
So there he stood in the palace, nursing a hangover and with his rifle held loosely in his hands, prepared to sell out and offer up his services as a Cartel goon.
@Nor'baal
