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Harlan seemed to be getting roped into more and more dangerous feats of derring-do on behalf of the Hutts, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. Certainly, the pay was good. While his debts to the Cartel still numbered far higher than anything he could possibly hope to get after even a dozen of these things, he was certainly getting a nice little station set up for him, and a pretty kitty set up for when it was finally time to retire from all this Cartel business and get back on the galactic highway.
For now though, he did as he was kriff well told, and today he'd been told to go to war. Inter-Hutt war, to be exact. A rather aggressive Vigo, The Wook, meant to secure himself a place on the Council and Balla wasn't exactly going down without a fight. He'd already taken out air support with a plucky little Jawa. But it seemed as soon as he touched down there, it was go time again here.
His head was spinning from it all, not least from the shaking it took inside the tank their employer had set them up with. A good bit of kit, all things considered, though he couldn't help but wonder, after all these years as a pettier class of criminal, how he'd managed to find himself where he was today, in the back of a tank across from a rather intimidating looking woman who could no doubt do some damage to him if he annoyed her. And his track record on that front wasn't exactly strong,
"Alrighty so, that gun, we hitting the generator, or the just... ya know, whacking some guys about so they can't use it? Thoughts? Preferences?" Harlan asked her, though it felt like this was something that should have been decided earlier, really. As he let his partner reply the tank sped toward the anti-air tower, and Balla's imposing stronghold. This battle was just heating up.
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