Klied worked his jaw uncomfortably, looking out across the crowded street of Mos Espa as he stood in a shaded corner. He was wrapped head-to-toe in Bantha hide and Dewback leather, all but his eyes concealed. His cycler rifle was slung over his shoulder and his arms crossed in a disgruntled manner. Were it not for the lack of a mask he might have been mistaken for a Tusken Raider himself. He squinted as he looked up at the twin suns overhead. It had been an hour already. He grumbled angrily and began to consider just leaving. He hated being in the city any longer than necessay. But then again, it wasn't exactly smart to decline when the Hutts offered you a job.
Thankfully it was only a few more minutes before a Weequay grunt emerged from the building behind him and bid him enter. The hunter followed him inside, finding himself in a darkened room, with rays of sunlight coming in through shaded windows several feet above them. It was cooler inside, but not much. The room was too crowded as well, with dozens of the Hutt's lackeys milling about. The Hutt himself hadn't deigned to show up. Instead a rough looking Zabrak stepped forward and spoke up.
"So you're the big game hunter?" He asked in a gruff voice, inspecting the hunter with a menacing glare. Klied was unimpressed.
"I am." He replied curtly.
"Ever hunt Sandpeople?" The Zabrak asked, still trying to scare him. Klied just blinked.
"When they make it necessary..." He answered. He'd had run-ins with the Raiders in previous trips to Tatooine. They never made things easy on him when he was out in the wild. Even the Wraids were more hospitable.
"One of the tribes has gotten bold, started attacking our skiffs." The Zabrak explained. "Killed a dozen of our men already. We can't have that..."
"You want me to remove them." Klied cut him off, eager to be out of here. "I don't need the details. Just point me in their direction and I'll get it done." The Zabrak scowled, not appreciating being interrupted.
"You're damn right you'll get it done. We're going to make sure of that..." He said. Klied raised an eyebrow inquisitively. The Zabrak grinned. "You'll be taking one of our boys with you." Klied rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I don't need-" He started to protest.
"The boss insists," The Zabrak cut him off this time. "We need to make sure you're worth what we're paying you Raxx." Klied glowered at the Zabrak a few moments but then sighed in defeat.
"Fine, who is he?" He asked. The zabrak looked into the crowd of people and made a gesture with his head for one of them to come forward.
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Thankfully it was only a few more minutes before a Weequay grunt emerged from the building behind him and bid him enter. The hunter followed him inside, finding himself in a darkened room, with rays of sunlight coming in through shaded windows several feet above them. It was cooler inside, but not much. The room was too crowded as well, with dozens of the Hutt's lackeys milling about. The Hutt himself hadn't deigned to show up. Instead a rough looking Zabrak stepped forward and spoke up.
"So you're the big game hunter?" He asked in a gruff voice, inspecting the hunter with a menacing glare. Klied was unimpressed.
"I am." He replied curtly.
"Ever hunt Sandpeople?" The Zabrak asked, still trying to scare him. Klied just blinked.
"When they make it necessary..." He answered. He'd had run-ins with the Raiders in previous trips to Tatooine. They never made things easy on him when he was out in the wild. Even the Wraids were more hospitable.
"One of the tribes has gotten bold, started attacking our skiffs." The Zabrak explained. "Killed a dozen of our men already. We can't have that..."
"You want me to remove them." Klied cut him off, eager to be out of here. "I don't need the details. Just point me in their direction and I'll get it done." The Zabrak scowled, not appreciating being interrupted.
"You're damn right you'll get it done. We're going to make sure of that..." He said. Klied raised an eyebrow inquisitively. The Zabrak grinned. "You'll be taking one of our boys with you." Klied rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I don't need-" He started to protest.
"The boss insists," The Zabrak cut him off this time. "We need to make sure you're worth what we're paying you Raxx." Klied glowered at the Zabrak a few moments but then sighed in defeat.
"Fine, who is he?" He asked. The zabrak looked into the crowd of people and made a gesture with his head for one of them to come forward.
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