Bounty on a Bounty Hunter

[Insoulent]

Zaxx had only one mission, which at the time seemed rather easy. The Umbaran was to dispose of a rival's top gladiator, simple enough really, but was caught with complications since day one. First, he was sold faulty equipment, a score he had just settled, the body of the merchant laying right next to his feet. The next, was him sabotaging the beast cage in the gladiator ring, but as luck would have it, the damned detonator wouldn't work, until he got too close, setting off a large explosion, killing only the beast inside its cage, some foreign beast he couldn't quite remember the name of, only that it's fangs were colossal. Either way, Borga wouldn't be pleased. Hell, he wasn't. He'd tried to make contact with the Hutt, but it was too late -- a bounty had been set. A bounty. On Zaxx, the Bounty Hunter! His face had been plastered throughout every Cantina on Nal Hutta, maybe even the entire Hutt Space, leaving him no option to run away, only hide. Yes, hide until the heat was over. It would be tough, but he'd done it before. And after, he'd have a little chat with the fat slug who'd hired him.

He spun his Zhaboka, which flung the blood of the Dug merchant's off his blade, and he sheathed it to his back. He had been running low on supplies, but took a few items from the merchant, a couple of grenades, and even a blaster pistol, a DX-13 if memory served him right. He wasn't great with blasters, but he was confident enough to take one, it'd serve him well if Bounty Hunters were after him. For now, he'd have to find a way to blend in, an Umbaran on Nal Hutta wasn't a common sight, and with such a bounty on his head he had no time to lose.

He made his way back to his speeder, and quickly made for Bilbousa, it was a major city on the planet, the Capital, but there he could find a place to hide, that is if he kept his head low.

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"Borgeye the Hutt..." he thought it had a nice ring to it, oddly close to Borga, the one who placed this bounty. He didn't much like the idea of having to work on a bounty with a Hutt, but either way he was stuck with a Hutt, besides maybe he'd surprise the human. Arkantos had originally taken the bounty for himself, though a Hutt was interested in helping out to carry out the bounty, offering his entire security detail. Though Borgeye himself would probably slow them down, it would surely help to have a Hutt to gain information and even influence others. He was aboard the personal Yatch of Borgeye, as they made their way to Nal Hutta, a planet he hadn't been to in many years, and one very few people in the Galaxy got to see. That being said, Nal Hutta wasn't very spectacular, or beautiful for that matter, but it reflected the Cartel well.

He was in the cockpit of the Yatch which was flying through space from Nar Shaddaa, only a small trip to Nal Hutta. The sounds and clicks of the cockpit calmed him a bit, while the faint noises of the Hutt's entertainment were off in the background. The Hutts never stopped partying it seemed, but Arkantos thought it'd be rude to stay the entire ride in the cockpit, and decided to go over and introduce himself to the Hutt. He had worn his unique armor, and had only brought along his Mandalorian Ripper, which was holstered on his hip, and his vibroblade which was strapped to his thigh. He though he'd need little more, their target: Zaxx, some Umbaran which was good at sneaking around, rather than front-face combat. Arkantos wanted to test his own skills in sneak, hopefully this Zaxx was as good as they say, he'd love to beat him.

He made his way to the center of the Yatch, where Borgeye the Hutt and his dancer were. His detail of Wookiees were impressive. He bowed a bit, not too low as the Hutt was still a Prospect, but Arkantos knew that in the Cartel, the Hutt species had a tendency to rise rather quickly, and he'd plant the seeds of respect rather early. Besides, a handshake with a Hutt was the last thing he wanted to do. "I believe we've met before, but not formally. At Borga's party. I'm Elohim Aeon, a pleasure." he said briefly, looking to his guards. "Quite the warriors you have there, should serve well for intimidation." the Bounty Hunter said. While they were certainly big and strong, they were not agile or quick, but that's why Arkantos was here.

 

[Dóiteán]

The Hutt was watching Nila dance when the bounty hunter entered the main room of the Grandio Bargon, Borgeye's personal yacht. The man had bowed to him. Borgeye chuckled at the mention of his guards. <They are good at what they do. Now let's find this Umbaran for Borga.>, the Hutt exclaimed. Standing on either side of him were Gweek,on his left, and Ripper, on his right, with the Wookies spread out around the room, though Tashnak stood next to Borgeye. Fierfek, the dark wolf, was curled up in front of the Hutt. The wolf would probably be staying on the ship, though Borgeye considered bringing the beast with him. Trel walked in from the cockpit shortly after Elohim. <We shall be arriving on Nal Hutta shortly.>, Trel exclaimed as he stood next to Borgeye.

 

[Insoulent]

Zaxx stepped through a shady weapons shop in the outskirts of the Capital City, Bilbousa. It was old, almost uncared for, and many of the merchandise was old and outdated. "Als..I'm home." he muttered between his teeth, almost angry at the thought. "Zaxx is that you? Give me a second, will 'ya." a high-pitched voice said, it was male, but questionable. A few seconds passed as an old human male appeared from the back of the small shop. His eyes covered by a bandana, and various scars across his face. "You ain't never come visit me, why now, boy?" he questioned, revealing his cybernetic legs as he stepped from behind the counter.

"I need a place to stay, lay low for a bit. Borga's got a hit out on me, failed on killing some rival's prized gladiator. Shit, caused more of a commotion than I wanted to, almost killed myself for it." the Umbaran spoke, as the old man simply chuckled. "Well, your dumbass can stay here for however you want, though the refresher gone need some time to warm up. No warm water out here in these parts." the old man continued as he made his way back into the back of the small building, his footsteps echoing. "I was thinking...if you could contact Grey for me." the Umbaran said a bit shyly. The old man had stopped in his tracks, the clicking stopped. "Don't think she'll let you around her place after the last time." the old man said a bit more seriously. "Wouldn't hurt to ask, would it?" he said, as the old man chuckled from behind the wall. "Nah, it wouldn't to ask." he said, as the Umbaran smiled, and followed the old man to the back of the shop.

They stepped into a small room, which suddenly sent them underground, via turbolift. They stepped out into a bunker-type room, with a single console in the center of the room. The old man stepped onto the console, placing his hand on it, the images of the console turning on, and suddenly the hologram image of a Wookiee appeared, her grey mane and locks of hair were previlent, and the story of her nickname was uncovered. The mighty Wookiee roared, she was addorned with rather lavish headpieces, the look of a wealthy business owner. "Hey, I gotta' favor to ask." the old man let out.

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One thing that Arkantos marveled in the Hutts, was their tenacity. While the Jedi and the rest of the Galaxy saw them as criminals, and indeed they were, they knew how to command respect. Even lowly ones such as Borgeye held his rather large entourage in check with relative ease. While true, the majority of them were slaves, or even being payed off, very few Hutts were ever really disrespectful of the ones beneath them, and most lived around a lavish life, so it wasn't all bad. But that was about it in terms of good qualities, their sloth, greed and gluttony were their obvious flaws. Still, they made their flaws work for them, and for years now, they've grown to a large criminal empire. One that allowed the ex-Jedi to find a new home, one of protection against the Sith.

He looked around to Boreye's guards and spoke, "Then we should prepare. If you have any contacts on Nal Hutta, contact them so we could get a lead on Zaxx. I'm sure he'll have a way with words, so he'll open his mouth eventually. We'll just have to have an ear close to him. He'll probably be hiding in a major city, he'd be able to manipulate people there, and more population will make it harder to find him. Or, he'd probably try and make contact to get a transport to the wastelands to get off the planet, he's a sneaky little bastard." he said, though he didn't really believe the second part. He'd try his luck and survive in the wasteland, since it's much harder to track, and he doubted anyone would want to help a fugitive of the Cartel, no one was that crazy. Hell, he doubted a Bounty Hunter of Zaxx infamy would even have such an ally. He, and he hoped Borgeye, knew their target was alone, and that would make him harder to track, but it wouldn't be impossible.

Borga had the muscle, influence, and the money to find out anything he wanted to know while on Nal Hutta, and Arkantos had the skills to search him down, but he also had a second task: finish Zaxx's bounty. "I'll be finishing that failed bounty for him, why not double our credits while we're here, eh?" the Bounty Hunter said with a bit of enthusiasm. And why not? It'd be simple enough. Plus, he'd needed to gain favor with the higher ups in the Cartel if he'd want to gain some recognition with the Organization, he doubted the Hutt he was with would protest to it either.