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Hutt Database said:A new criminal group known as the Infidels—comprised of former members of the Exchange, Black Sun, and even the Tenloss Syndicate, all known enemies of the Cartel in the past—has sprung up. They have taken up many contracts of the Basadii's usual clients, and even attacked some of our gun shipments around the Mustafar sector, where we believe they've taken residence. Dogi wants them finished, and to know if they have other bases and affiliates.
Before partaking in a bounty, Punning thought it be more fitting to take on a mission first. It paid more, and he'd have some extra back up if things went wrong. They'd be getting paid the same amount whether or not how many of them be coming back alive, so leaving his partner in crime behind would be in bad taste. A terrible showing of his abilities towards the Cartel, and he'd lose a potential coworker in the process. Of course if he's an idiot, leaving them to die would be beneficial to the Cartel. Though, if he possesses some skill, he'd keep them around for a bit longer. Partners in crime if you will. Coworkers. Nothing more. He were still getting used to this whole contract business and learning some tricks from someone that had been around longer would be a wise decision.
As he waited outside of his parked D-5 mantis for his coworker to arrive, Punning quickly surveyed his surroundings to make sure he were safe. The spaceport were located in a shady part of town, even for Nar Shaddaa standards. He knew the owner of the spaceport, so he made extra sure no one but himself touched his ride. Hell, not that many people even knew this slot in the spaceport were filled. Common knowledge suggested the garage weren't safe for proper ship storage, though it didn't stop the occasional squatter from sneaking in, making a mess of Punning's pride and joy. Normally they posed no threat, but he allied himself with the Cartel now, so he'd best be on his 'A game'.
Leaning on his starship, Punning trusted the location with his Hutt Cartel partner along with giving the docking bay owner the heads up that someone would be visiting. Armed from head to toe in his father's Mandalorian armor, Punning continued to wait for his partner as he cleaned off one of his blaster pistols with a nearby rag. Wouldn't want those things to jam when he needed them the most. The docking bay were dimly lit and the floors dirty from poor maintenance, the self proclaimed Mandalorian had identified these surroundings as home, but not for long. He'd be chilling in his own mansion soon, with private dancers and the finest drink in the galaxy. All he had to do was what he were told. Nothing more.