Gett'se Vizsla had arrived on the planet of Eriadu in search of a rather high value bounty. Rumor had it that the planet was under new ownership, and while life seemed to continue as normal, there was a certain edge to the populace as they went about their lives. Not that whoever ruled the planet mattered to his reason for being there. He had picked up the bounty for a certain rodian named "Preef Callo", and his investigation had all leads pointing to Eriadu.
Wanted by the CorSec for multiple murders and grand theft, the price was further inflated by a generous bonus provided by Czerka. Whatever the rodian had done, he had earned the attention of the galaxy spanning corporation, and not in a good way. While he had never heard of the gunslinger before, he had asked around and it seemed the gangster had begun to develop something of a reputation for being a fast hand with the blaster. Gett'se hoped he was faster.
Paying the hangar guard for his Y-wing, Gett'se entered the city. He was on the hunt now and he needed information, which led him to the spaceport cantina. Entering, he headed straight to the bar. "I'm looking for information." He said to the barman, sliding a few credits across the bar to the man. Money talks.
"The Sullustan, in the corner. Nib Nibbuns, he knows this city better than most." The barman pointed to the short alien sitting alone nursing a glowing blue ale. Giving the barman a nod, he approached the Sullustan.
"I hear you're the one to talk to about what goes on in this city." He said as he stood over the table. Receiving a nod, Gett'se sat across from the Sullustan. "I'm looking for a Rodian. Goes by the name of Preef Callo." He stated simply as he pulled a stack of credits from his pouch, placing them on the table so the Sullustan could see their value but keeping his hand firm on top of them. "What do you know?"
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Wanted by the CorSec for multiple murders and grand theft, the price was further inflated by a generous bonus provided by Czerka. Whatever the rodian had done, he had earned the attention of the galaxy spanning corporation, and not in a good way. While he had never heard of the gunslinger before, he had asked around and it seemed the gangster had begun to develop something of a reputation for being a fast hand with the blaster. Gett'se hoped he was faster.
Paying the hangar guard for his Y-wing, Gett'se entered the city. He was on the hunt now and he needed information, which led him to the spaceport cantina. Entering, he headed straight to the bar. "I'm looking for information." He said to the barman, sliding a few credits across the bar to the man. Money talks.
"The Sullustan, in the corner. Nib Nibbuns, he knows this city better than most." The barman pointed to the short alien sitting alone nursing a glowing blue ale. Giving the barman a nod, he approached the Sullustan.
"I hear you're the one to talk to about what goes on in this city." He said as he stood over the table. Receiving a nod, Gett'se sat across from the Sullustan. "I'm looking for a Rodian. Goes by the name of Preef Callo." He stated simply as he pulled a stack of credits from his pouch, placing them on the table so the Sullustan could see their value but keeping his hand firm on top of them. "What do you know?"
@Eccles