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Tatooine. Mid day.
The binary suns of the Tatoo system baked the desert planet and its denizens as they reached their zenith in the sky above. To many it was an unbearable extreme, forcing them to retreat to the relative comfort of the shade or indoors. For Rook it was another day in the sun. He had grown up on Tatooine, though he hadn't stepped foot on the dust ball of a planet in several years. His youth had been spend romping around the desert dunes with the small time gangs the younger crowds always tended to form. Where he had met his first and last mentor, and where the code he chose to live his life by had first began to develop. Rook had not come to reminisce of times now long gone however, his visit to Tatoonie was strictly business. The Hutts and their cartel were his new employers, the newest in a long string of odd jobs and dead end mercenary bands. His hope was to remain within their services for as long as he could stomach their less than honorable business tactics. The money was good, and there was always work that needed doing. A fact that kept the gunslinger quite busy. The galaxy was full of unsavory scum that needed putting in their place. Once such piece of trash was the very reason Rook found himself on the planet of his birth.
A Rodian by the name of Farr Nial also known simply as Nail had upset someone of importance within the Hutt Cartel. A fact made quite apparent by their seemingly disregard for his previous to them. It was a fact Rook would take to heart, should they ever deem him worthy of the same honor. He was a bounty hunter, the same profession that Rook now found himself, though he was sure their reasons for doing so could not have been further apart. From what information he had gleaned from the holonet and from the actual bounty poster he had been given, his Rodian target had a thing for trophies. Not a terribly bad practice, that is of course if you don't take the items the Cartel specifically wants. Conditions were to bring him in alive, though Rook had a feeling leaving the opposing bounty hunter alive would lead to bad blood further down the road. Unfortunately as it was one of his first jobs he had chosen to undertake for his new employer, he decided to keep it by the book. While it had been made quite clear that his target was not to be killed, maiming him was not out of the question.
It had taken Rook weeks to track his green skinned friend down. When one gains a reputation word tends to get around, but even still it took careful planning and the learning Farr's movements from his past exploits to pinpoint a place he'd be likely go to ground should the Cartel come after him. Rook had narrowed his search down to a settlement just outside the Jundland Wastes. He wasn't aware of the towns actual name, as it did not concern him to know it. What mattered was a name of a cantina within the towns western district. It went by the name of Sweetwater and was the only watering holes for miles. It also so happened to be one of Farr's favorite spots to wait for trouble to blow over, a fact that made it one of the more likely places the wanted man would go. Several more days had passed with no sight of his target, giving Rook even more time to formulate a plan for the Rodian's capture. Even still the wait had been agonizing, especially considering he had no way of knowing if he'd even show save for any news he could pull from the holonet pertaining to his whereabouts. Just when agitation had begun to take hold however, Rook got word that a certain bounty hunter was headed to the Sweetwater for what was sure to be an extended visit.
He would have to play it smart. Only an idiot would simply walk in and attempt to bring in another bounty hunter. Farr was sure to know of the Cartel's bounty, making the Rodian more paranoid than he probably already was. This very reason was why Rook had chosen to loiter near the establishment. He had been keen to learn the faces of those who worked there, discovered the entrances and exits of the building, and even the local law's response time should things turn sour. He watched from the porch of a neighboring building as a speeder he had yet to see slowly drift up to the cantina. It was a nondescript vessel, lacking any kind of noticeable markings or details. Coupled with the fact that its pilot drove the thing like he had just bought it gave Rook all he needed to know to summarize that his target had finally arrived. This was further validated by the Rodian emerging from the speeder, cloaked in a garb unlike that which he was normally seen wearing. In a flash he was inside the Cantina, and just as quickly Rook sprung into action.
The binary suns of the Tatoo system baked the desert planet and its denizens as they reached their zenith in the sky above. To many it was an unbearable extreme, forcing them to retreat to the relative comfort of the shade or indoors. For Rook it was another day in the sun. He had grown up on Tatooine, though he hadn't stepped foot on the dust ball of a planet in several years. His youth had been spend romping around the desert dunes with the small time gangs the younger crowds always tended to form. Where he had met his first and last mentor, and where the code he chose to live his life by had first began to develop. Rook had not come to reminisce of times now long gone however, his visit to Tatoonie was strictly business. The Hutts and their cartel were his new employers, the newest in a long string of odd jobs and dead end mercenary bands. His hope was to remain within their services for as long as he could stomach their less than honorable business tactics. The money was good, and there was always work that needed doing. A fact that kept the gunslinger quite busy. The galaxy was full of unsavory scum that needed putting in their place. Once such piece of trash was the very reason Rook found himself on the planet of his birth.
A Rodian by the name of Farr Nial also known simply as Nail had upset someone of importance within the Hutt Cartel. A fact made quite apparent by their seemingly disregard for his previous to them. It was a fact Rook would take to heart, should they ever deem him worthy of the same honor. He was a bounty hunter, the same profession that Rook now found himself, though he was sure their reasons for doing so could not have been further apart. From what information he had gleaned from the holonet and from the actual bounty poster he had been given, his Rodian target had a thing for trophies. Not a terribly bad practice, that is of course if you don't take the items the Cartel specifically wants. Conditions were to bring him in alive, though Rook had a feeling leaving the opposing bounty hunter alive would lead to bad blood further down the road. Unfortunately as it was one of his first jobs he had chosen to undertake for his new employer, he decided to keep it by the book. While it had been made quite clear that his target was not to be killed, maiming him was not out of the question.
It had taken Rook weeks to track his green skinned friend down. When one gains a reputation word tends to get around, but even still it took careful planning and the learning Farr's movements from his past exploits to pinpoint a place he'd be likely go to ground should the Cartel come after him. Rook had narrowed his search down to a settlement just outside the Jundland Wastes. He wasn't aware of the towns actual name, as it did not concern him to know it. What mattered was a name of a cantina within the towns western district. It went by the name of Sweetwater and was the only watering holes for miles. It also so happened to be one of Farr's favorite spots to wait for trouble to blow over, a fact that made it one of the more likely places the wanted man would go. Several more days had passed with no sight of his target, giving Rook even more time to formulate a plan for the Rodian's capture. Even still the wait had been agonizing, especially considering he had no way of knowing if he'd even show save for any news he could pull from the holonet pertaining to his whereabouts. Just when agitation had begun to take hold however, Rook got word that a certain bounty hunter was headed to the Sweetwater for what was sure to be an extended visit.
He would have to play it smart. Only an idiot would simply walk in and attempt to bring in another bounty hunter. Farr was sure to know of the Cartel's bounty, making the Rodian more paranoid than he probably already was. This very reason was why Rook had chosen to loiter near the establishment. He had been keen to learn the faces of those who worked there, discovered the entrances and exits of the building, and even the local law's response time should things turn sour. He watched from the porch of a neighboring building as a speeder he had yet to see slowly drift up to the cantina. It was a nondescript vessel, lacking any kind of noticeable markings or details. Coupled with the fact that its pilot drove the thing like he had just bought it gave Rook all he needed to know to summarize that his target had finally arrived. This was further validated by the Rodian emerging from the speeder, cloaked in a garb unlike that which he was normally seen wearing. In a flash he was inside the Cantina, and just as quickly Rook sprung into action.