Jakku.
How many dust-balls were in this galaxy anyway? Chysim Reech was assigned a strange bounty today. Someone by the name of Lore Toes-R-Good, or something, had racked up a decent sized reward for her head. The employer was anonymous, but as long as the Trandoshan got paid, everything was going to be fine. For now, Chysim was glassing out a graveyard from the old Galactic Civil War. Somewhere among the scraps was his target- and he wasn't letting them get away so easily. The Bounty Hunter was perched on the hull of a crashed Star Destroyer, using the rips and tears in the metal as cover and to keep his location secret.
He was positioned in such a way that if anything moved, he'd see it. If Chysim saw it, it died. Simple as that. The new MK sniper rifle felt good in his clawed hands- definitely a purchase he wouldn't regret. Chysim's old DLT-20A was a decent gun, but it lacked the power the Trandoshan expected when his blaster bolts connected with their targets. The cowboy was used to waiting for his prey, and so he was perfectly okay with waiting to fire the rifle.
"Where yuh at, mongrel..." Chysim muttered to himself. His spot was good, and he didn't want to have to move from it.
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