- Joined
- Jul 4, 2014
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Zonju V was a dustbowl wasteland of a planet. If not for the mines and the galactic casino, there would be little to no reason to come to this backwater. To Axe is was the closest thing to home he'd found sense leaving the service of the IAF. He'd landed here when is old ship The Armory broke down. The short stay ended up being a few months and signing on with a group of Vigilante lawmen calling themselves Rangers.
It didn't take long for the badge to lose it's appeal, soon enough the ranks shrank to nothing and it's hero's faded into the sunset. Leaving Axe to do what he did best. Break heads for money. Now here he was back on the backwater world fitting his new ship for repairs after taking it from his last bounty. The bounty hunter sat back in his folding chair with his feet up on a create of slugthrower ammo while he watched the repair droids. He was spending most of the bounty money on the new boat. It's former owner the Kel Dor had a few options he didn't care for, like the toxic gas life support system.
His much needed day turning into a week of rest and relaxation was interrupted by his loyal droid Six. The R6 unit was beeping and blurping away in droid speak as it charged down the loading ramp and toward the hunter's chair.
"The mission for Kessel is back on?....nice, wait what do you mean they're sending me another prospect?", Axe exclaimed then took another drink from his fruity alcohol concoction. "Ok Six lets get'er fueled and stocked Kessel is a long ways away and I'm not stopping this time....and that other hunter better be heading here cause I'm not making a detour"