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- Apr 22, 2014
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It was a space station Balur had found himself in this time. He was leaning against the wall, puffing away on a cigarette as he waited for his contact. The station was typical; glistening, silver steel walls and floors, lights that lined the ceilings, big windows that looked out into deep space, and all sorts of sentients making their way to and fro, busy searching the different vendors for whatever goods they either wanted to buy or wanted to sell. As for the goods? Black market goods. The kind of stuff you'd expect from gangsters or Hutt slavers to be interested in. Heck, even a lot of bounty hunters and anything else you can imagine would want to find illegally at any one point in space. It was also a place he knew he could meet up with pirates, crews, assistants, side-kicks, or anyone else he usually hired for missions like the one he was about to go on.
See, days ago, he was attacked by a crew of bounty hunters from a very influential, wealthy, and powerful crime lord named Shoilen Igro. Apparently Balur had landed himself a nasty bounty on his head from killing the mob boss's brother, Bronok. The jerk-off had it coming, though; he murdered Balur's girlfriend at the time by feeding her to a Rancor while making him watch. Balur would kill Bronok all over again if her could. But that wasn't how Shoilen saw it. Shoilen wanted revenge. He wanted to make Balur suffer for offing his brother like that. Kidd wasn't worried in the slightest, however. He red the profile of the woman he had hired, and was fully confident in her abilities. That's who his contact was.
Her name was Aska Ryun, a human around the same age as he was. She had a considerate and qualifying past, and he felt like he could work well with her. He recalled into his mind the details he had given her in one of his messages over the holonet; "Good pay, Free loot, and don't damage any of the ships; I need one for myself. Other than that, we're blowing the kriffin' slag-hopper to the ground, and spelling Shoilen's name with the pieces." He admitted to himself that he was immature in the hiring process and the job description, but he didn't care. He did as he pleased. He spoke as he pleased. And while he cared about people he worked with or people who were his friends, he cared little for the feelings of others. Even those who knew him knew he was sarcastic to the core, and spoke his mind quite often. Granted, when you have the power of the Force at your back and you aren't governed by high standards, strict morals, and rigid codes to structure your life with, you tend to be that way.
Balur continued to puff away on his cigarette as he examined the faces passing by, reaching into their thoughts to the best his abilities allowed to try and detect his anticipated companion. He was ready to start some action and fighting.
See, days ago, he was attacked by a crew of bounty hunters from a very influential, wealthy, and powerful crime lord named Shoilen Igro. Apparently Balur had landed himself a nasty bounty on his head from killing the mob boss's brother, Bronok. The jerk-off had it coming, though; he murdered Balur's girlfriend at the time by feeding her to a Rancor while making him watch. Balur would kill Bronok all over again if her could. But that wasn't how Shoilen saw it. Shoilen wanted revenge. He wanted to make Balur suffer for offing his brother like that. Kidd wasn't worried in the slightest, however. He red the profile of the woman he had hired, and was fully confident in her abilities. That's who his contact was.
Her name was Aska Ryun, a human around the same age as he was. She had a considerate and qualifying past, and he felt like he could work well with her. He recalled into his mind the details he had given her in one of his messages over the holonet; "Good pay, Free loot, and don't damage any of the ships; I need one for myself. Other than that, we're blowing the kriffin' slag-hopper to the ground, and spelling Shoilen's name with the pieces." He admitted to himself that he was immature in the hiring process and the job description, but he didn't care. He did as he pleased. He spoke as he pleased. And while he cared about people he worked with or people who were his friends, he cared little for the feelings of others. Even those who knew him knew he was sarcastic to the core, and spoke his mind quite often. Granted, when you have the power of the Force at your back and you aren't governed by high standards, strict morals, and rigid codes to structure your life with, you tend to be that way.
Balur continued to puff away on his cigarette as he examined the faces passing by, reaching into their thoughts to the best his abilities allowed to try and detect his anticipated companion. He was ready to start some action and fighting.