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Nar Shadaa, 21:42 local time
“No, I’m still not interested.” Said the Rodian mercenary in his odd language.
“This one believes the pay will be good.” Answered Dargus. He knew, however, that it was already in vain. The bounty hunter has made his decision.
“I do not doubt that.” The Rodian said. “There are things in this galaxy far more important than credits though. Excuse me; my crew is waiting for me.”
And with that, the Rodian moved on, leaving Dargus sitting alone at the bar. As the lazy jazz music played by the Bith band permeated the air around the cantina, Dargus couldn’t help but contemplate upon his current predicament over some cheap Nar Shadaa booze.
Dargus Wytho normally was not the type to hunt down and recover escaped slaves or their lovers. He was a procurer, a person who would find the rarest of items and sell them to the richest of clients; much like how bounty hunters worked, but with artifacts. Business has been slow, however, and Dargus knew that he needed new contacts. What better place to start than the Cartel?
Unfortunately, however, in order to gain access to the good clients, Dargus needed to prove himself trustworthy to the Cartel bosses. To do that, he needed to show how reliable he is, so he took a job. Of course, he had little to no experience with hunting down fugitives. He’s an excellent tracker and hunter, to be sure; he had to be, in order to survive the harsh conditions on Barab I, his home planet. Regrettably, he was currently hunting sentients, not some simple-minded animals.
Dargus needed someone more experienced with bounty hunting, or at least someone who could watch his back on this mission. For some reason, however, the job seemed untouchable. Nobody was willing to work with him. Whether it was due to his intimidating stature or something more sinister, he could not tell.
Dargus threw his head back and drained his glass. He then motioned the bartender to refill it. As the bartender did so, Dargus began contemplating on going to Cloud City alone. What could go wrong?
“No, I’m still not interested.” Said the Rodian mercenary in his odd language.
“This one believes the pay will be good.” Answered Dargus. He knew, however, that it was already in vain. The bounty hunter has made his decision.
“I do not doubt that.” The Rodian said. “There are things in this galaxy far more important than credits though. Excuse me; my crew is waiting for me.”
And with that, the Rodian moved on, leaving Dargus sitting alone at the bar. As the lazy jazz music played by the Bith band permeated the air around the cantina, Dargus couldn’t help but contemplate upon his current predicament over some cheap Nar Shadaa booze.
Dargus Wytho normally was not the type to hunt down and recover escaped slaves or their lovers. He was a procurer, a person who would find the rarest of items and sell them to the richest of clients; much like how bounty hunters worked, but with artifacts. Business has been slow, however, and Dargus knew that he needed new contacts. What better place to start than the Cartel?
Unfortunately, however, in order to gain access to the good clients, Dargus needed to prove himself trustworthy to the Cartel bosses. To do that, he needed to show how reliable he is, so he took a job. Of course, he had little to no experience with hunting down fugitives. He’s an excellent tracker and hunter, to be sure; he had to be, in order to survive the harsh conditions on Barab I, his home planet. Regrettably, he was currently hunting sentients, not some simple-minded animals.
Dargus needed someone more experienced with bounty hunting, or at least someone who could watch his back on this mission. For some reason, however, the job seemed untouchable. Nobody was willing to work with him. Whether it was due to his intimidating stature or something more sinister, he could not tell.
Dargus threw his head back and drained his glass. He then motioned the bartender to refill it. As the bartender did so, Dargus began contemplating on going to Cloud City alone. What could go wrong?