Gett'se Vizsla stepped into the guild hall of Ord Radama. A hole in the wall kind of place in the lower levels of the city, only two levels above the barrows. Bounty Hunters were not respectable people in the galaxy, and they were not afforded respectable places to do business. The guild hall was a bar, a bit of a dive. Definitely a place where you wanted to stay on your toes.
He had done work before in these parts, was familiar with a few of the faces in the guild hall. The guild contact had actually reached out to him over a job that he figured the Mandalorian would be particularly interested in.
Gett'se scanned the bar, looking for his guild contact. San Dava, a local Devlikk who made a living passing out bounties to the members of the guild. He kept in touch with the local authorities well, soliciting the services of the guild to track down all sorts of bail jumpers, Jay walkers, and in occasions such as this, a serial murderer.
Spotting the Devlikk sitting in the corner table, he approached. The San spotted him halfway through the room and motioned for him to take a seat.
"San." He greeted the Devlikk as he sat. He hated this seat. San Dava was a former hunter and carried the paranoia of one. His back was always to the wall, which forced Gett'se to sit with his to the door. It was an uncomfortable position, one he felt San held on purpose to keep meetings short and sweet.
"Gett'se. Glad you could make it. Thought this one might interest you." He said as he pulled a bounty puck out of his belt pouch. The puck slid across the table and Gett'se caught it, activating it. An image of the acquisition flickered to life. A close mawed Trandoshan. Lanky, sharp claws. An array of wookiee pelts on his belt.
Beskar'gam on his chest.
Gett'se's eyes narrowed under his visor.
Chaku'pel'gam
"Tell me about the acquisition." He said, short and sweet.
"Names Kazhka, one of those Trandoshan's that fancies himself a hunter. Not a guild one mind you. He came up on the Sector Securities radar a few days ago when he murdered a wookiee in a bar down in the barrows. Then his droid gunned down the whole bar while he scalped the wook." The avian Devlikk clucked in disgust. "Like I said, not guild, just a murderer. Anyways, supposedly he scamperred off to the swamps, or below the barrow. The ORSS can't find a trail, though I think they're just scared." San trilled a little laugh. It wasn't uncommon for sector security forces to pawn off the more dangerous criminals to the guild, ones they didn't want to risk their bacon going after.
"I saw that fancy chestplate of his, figured you might want a word with him. Oh and its a double." He slid another puck across the table, Gett'se caught it.
The projector displayed a droid. Tall, armored. The rotary blaster on its arm left little question as to its purpose.
"It's name is D34-TH, calls itself Death. Not sure if it belongs to Kazhka or if its independent, but its pretty obvious why they hang out. Anyway, this ones the big bucks. 20k each and Security is paying the same, dead or alive."
Chaku'pel'gam
The droid hardly registered, though if he was going to get one of them, he might as well bag them both.
"Alright." He said, nodding and standing up, taking the pucks.
"No fobs on this one. These guys haven't been through the system, no chip." San shrugged. Gett'se wasn't surprised. Murderers like these only ever got brought in dead. Nodding, he turned and walked away.
Chaku'pel'gam
He had hunting to do. And this was personal.
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He had done work before in these parts, was familiar with a few of the faces in the guild hall. The guild contact had actually reached out to him over a job that he figured the Mandalorian would be particularly interested in.
Gett'se scanned the bar, looking for his guild contact. San Dava, a local Devlikk who made a living passing out bounties to the members of the guild. He kept in touch with the local authorities well, soliciting the services of the guild to track down all sorts of bail jumpers, Jay walkers, and in occasions such as this, a serial murderer.
Spotting the Devlikk sitting in the corner table, he approached. The San spotted him halfway through the room and motioned for him to take a seat.
"San." He greeted the Devlikk as he sat. He hated this seat. San Dava was a former hunter and carried the paranoia of one. His back was always to the wall, which forced Gett'se to sit with his to the door. It was an uncomfortable position, one he felt San held on purpose to keep meetings short and sweet.
"Gett'se. Glad you could make it. Thought this one might interest you." He said as he pulled a bounty puck out of his belt pouch. The puck slid across the table and Gett'se caught it, activating it. An image of the acquisition flickered to life. A close mawed Trandoshan. Lanky, sharp claws. An array of wookiee pelts on his belt.
Beskar'gam on his chest.
Gett'se's eyes narrowed under his visor.
Chaku'pel'gam
"Tell me about the acquisition." He said, short and sweet.
"Names Kazhka, one of those Trandoshan's that fancies himself a hunter. Not a guild one mind you. He came up on the Sector Securities radar a few days ago when he murdered a wookiee in a bar down in the barrows. Then his droid gunned down the whole bar while he scalped the wook." The avian Devlikk clucked in disgust. "Like I said, not guild, just a murderer. Anyways, supposedly he scamperred off to the swamps, or below the barrow. The ORSS can't find a trail, though I think they're just scared." San trilled a little laugh. It wasn't uncommon for sector security forces to pawn off the more dangerous criminals to the guild, ones they didn't want to risk their bacon going after.
"I saw that fancy chestplate of his, figured you might want a word with him. Oh and its a double." He slid another puck across the table, Gett'se caught it.
The projector displayed a droid. Tall, armored. The rotary blaster on its arm left little question as to its purpose.
"It's name is D34-TH, calls itself Death. Not sure if it belongs to Kazhka or if its independent, but its pretty obvious why they hang out. Anyway, this ones the big bucks. 20k each and Security is paying the same, dead or alive."
Chaku'pel'gam
The droid hardly registered, though if he was going to get one of them, he might as well bag them both.
"Alright." He said, nodding and standing up, taking the pucks.
"No fobs on this one. These guys haven't been through the system, no chip." San shrugged. Gett'se wasn't surprised. Murderers like these only ever got brought in dead. Nodding, he turned and walked away.
Chaku'pel'gam
He had hunting to do. And this was personal.
@Forsythe Crowholde
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