Lothal Spaceport
"Koroo's Corner" cantina
Afternoon, local time.
Quite simply, the hunt turned trivial. Another puck, another acquisition, another round of tracking, tracing, troubleshooting, another stand-off, and another catch. Failure is not an option in this business, and that at least kept it interesting when endless hours of staring at a monitor, waiting for the little red dot that signified the acquisition's presence in the area, threatened to squeeze the marrow from your bones. Then another haul of credits, another world, another cantina. Another drink.
And another puck.
He sat in a corner booth in a quiet part of the cantina and rolled the puck between his fingers, the creases of his forehead jerking like slaves whipped by a pensive mind. He had positioned himself deliberately closer to a group of spacers than he would have liked so as not to arouse any suspicion. One never knew who was watching, and if bounty hunting taught you anything, it was that anyone can have a bounty placed on their heads. Even the most unseeming individuals might be worth something to someone. There were plenty of bounty hunters who were bounties themselves.
The spacers were cackling at some joke Cadu suspected he wouldn't find amusing. He used to be in such good mood. That was the one thing that had never left him, even at the time when the Guild had made all of their agents as elusive to him as a loth-wolf. But this particular job had stifled his joy. I'm in over my head. I should have bypassed this when I had the chance. But he'd taken the puck and accepted the job.
Cadu took a sip of his beer and rubbed the skin of his cheekbones where his qukuuf were. The octagons were as worn as he felt. They'd lost definition over the years, and colour too. He had never had them drawn up again. Nine faded revenants of a faded past. Cadu sat back and closed his eyes. No use in ruminating on the has beens of life. His guests would be there soon. Besides, there was a job to do, and a list of steps to take in order to do so. First of which was the simplest of them all: convincing three lone wolves to work together as a pack.
And Cadu feared that the wolf he would have the most trouble convincing was himself.
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