[BHG Job] For a Few Credits More

[Tarrius Drast]

For A few Credits More​

02:32 Galactic Standard Time
Somewhere in Nar Shaddaa
Kal Drast

Incoming Priority Transmission...Target Groups=All Regional Guild Members....

A Weequay by the name of Vindix Valkar has been skimming on his installment payments for the guild. Hunters Tunak "The Dewback" Margo and Yiin Baam took down a council of the bugger's rival gang. We need you to hunt him down and get him to pay up the credits we're owed. He was last seen sulking about in the Zendari District within the Greater Promenade area. Find him and watch out for any retaliation from the gangs we took out.

End Transmission...

The former vigilante would read through the transmission, a small scowl forming on his face as he closed out the datapad--his brown eyes peering up to watch as cargo-speeders swept through the air. To be back on Nar Shaddaa after all this time was strange, to see the remenants of the destruction that had occurred at the hands of the Mandalorians, Sith and those looking to act out against the Empire. The world he had called home, the one he tried so hard to clean up gave him the hard truth--The Smuggler's moon would never bend from the will of one man.

He had been sulking about within the Guild headquarters for the past few days, collecting a few jobs within the Hutt Sector, while doing his best to avoid the haunts of his past. It seemed that today would not be the case--the Zendari District, once a scene for fast paced night life and luxury clubs had fallen into a state of decay after the attacks on Hutt Space. Grabbing his blasters and his old vibrostaff, the Hunter would make his way through the door and onto the platform, reluctant to come across memories of his past.

tag: @Ecclessey @vamp

OOC: Dice Rolled Thread / Let's try and complete this within a week.

 

[Narr Noft]

The bright neon lettering saying "Wushi No Vacancies" was well-known facade and behind its doors was the spice den Narr had called home for the better part of three years. He had some credits in his pocket now, enough to spice away both recent and old memories and forever alter his brain for the worst, but just when he was about to put him hand on the door handle his datapad beeped violently.

<<Incoming Priority Transmission...Target Groups=All Regional Guild Members....>>

Hm, seemed the Bounty Hunter's Guild hadn't forgotten about his work for them on Tatooine. The Shivastenen turned away from the door and began reading the transmission, somewhat flattered that the guild would consider him a member, but there was one thing that made him hesitate to accept this job. "All regional members, eh?" he said, more to himself than to any of the absentminded passerby's. This Vindix Valkar must be a dangerous individual if he warrants the attention of all the hunters on Nar Shaddaa, or perhaps his posse didn't shy away from one body more or less. Either way, hunting down Vindix seemed a better thing to occupy his mind than another ill-conceived spice binge.

His slightly shaking fingers typed down a simple response back to sender,

<<Narr Noft Accepts>>

Putting the datapad back in his pocket he was suddenly painfully aware that while he packed an extra two powerpacks for his pistol, he had left his bowcaster back on the ship. He considered retrieving it for a moment, but then decided against it and began his walk towards the nearest district shuttle stop. It was only one man and his posse, he mused, Narr had faced off a gang of hundred with his revolver in a deserted desert town and emerged victorious.. or had that been a HoloNet movie about a lone Sector Ranger? Was it fact or fiction? Damnit, Narr couldn't put his mind straight. He never should've started with that Glitterryll.


@TWD26 @vamp

 

[Levi Solus]

"One more round! On me!"

Groaning, Levi pushed himself away from the bar, ungracefully hopping off the stool. One of the random citizens he had been drinking for the past few hours had remained enthusiastic ever since the night had begun, and he was no longer as excited about alcohol as he had been yesterday—too much too fast was never good, no matter the scenario.

He shoved the glass door to the balcony aside with one hand, using the other to reach into his pocket to pull out a pack of spice-laced cigaras. Levi gulped in fresh air as he walked outside, balancing himself on the railing by leaning against it with one arm, using the other to light the cigara. He put one finger on the tip, focused the Force to it to gather heat, then watched in satisfaction as it caught flame, puffing in to encourage the fire. Still got it. Shitfaced, but still got it.

As he took a few puffs, he could already feel himself coming back down, his muscles relaxing and his brain no longer working overtime with constant thoughts. The cigara seemed to be countering his inebriated state, which was good, considering he had paid good money for them under the pretense that they would do exactly that.

He stared out at Nar Shaddaa's sprawling skyline. The sun had set long ago, the moon now illuminated by all the neon lights and twinkling windows of its skyscrapers. He was up on a balcony hundreds of levels above the ground, higher even than the tallest buildings in his sector, so the view was breath-taking. He was about to take another drag when his datapad beeped.

Incoming priority transmission...​

For a moment, he wondered how the hell they had his number. Then, realization set in as it struck him—he had signed up for the Bounty Hunter's Guild a few hours ago when he was just starting to get drunk. It had seemed like a great idea and an easy way to make credits at the time; now he wondered whether the Jedi way was to beat people up for money.

With a shrug, he cast the cigara into the abyss below, the small tip glowing even as it spiraled into nothingness. Accepting the invite, he stepped back into the bar, grabbed his jacket off a stool, and threw it around himself. "Sorry man," he told his drinking buddy, now considerably more close to being sober. "Duty calls, I guess."

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