Criminal minds think alike

[Sunverkh Jhess]

Nar Shaddaa
3:30 a.m​

Sunverkh was sitting on a chair in some cheap hotel located in one of the worst streets of the planet, the room he was going to sleep for the night wasn't very comfortable and had blood dried on the walls and the floor, but Sunverkh didn't care, comfort (or the lack of it) wasn't something that bothered him at all, if it did, he wouldn't work as a bounty hunter, would he? However, he had a ship that was in much better condition than his room, so, why was he in an hotel in the first place?

The answer was simple, he was waiting for someone, someone he didn't know, someone that was going to be his bussiness partner for his next job but could very well just try and murder him. So, the Trandoshan was waiting for his contact to arrive, sitting on that chair with his armor on and his blasters within hand's range.

"I have to do what I do best" He thought to himself, for months now he had been taking jobs that were for thugs, that just paid his bills but didn't get him far, that didn't really thrill him, he hadn't been doing his job as a bounty hunter since Aks-Ree, since the dead of his best friend, since Vespisian passed away. "I have to let go" He kept repeating day after day, but, it's easier said than done, of course, but today was the day he started hunting again, even if he couldn't let the past go, he had to keep on going.

His train of thoughts suddenly stopped after he heard the sound of someone knocking on his door, probably the man that he was waiting for "The door isss open, come in" He simply said, waiting for the man at the other side to enter, his blasters in his hands but without pointing at anything, just in case it was some kind of street thug or assassin.

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[Luno]

Luno had been walking the street for a few minutes after getting out of the shuttle several levels above and making his way down. His ship was on one of the landing pads several blocks away, he hated getting together with someone in a ratty motel when dinner at even a mediocre restaurant to talk business would do. It's the smuggler's moon after all the amount of law abiding citizens is outweighed by the galactic arrest warrants two times over.

Those were the thoughts in his head on his journey to room A4, reaching for his blaster more than once on his walk past junkies and common filth. He was overdressed and unimpressed, wearing simple black leather shoes and black slacks with a black button down tucked into a belt with a chromium plated buckle. Topped with a dark grey jacket and his blaster pistol holstered in his waistband, he had been having a number of meetings lately but this one by far was his least exciting in terms of prospective value.

Knocking on the door to be greeted with the voice from the other side, Luno had his blaster pistol drawn and ready as he poked around the door expecting this to be a setup. But no one tried to put a bag over his head or hit him with a chair or shank him, lowering his blaster as he entered to see the blood spattered wall. The long dried marks made him roll his eyes as he turned to the seated Trando "You've better got a lead on a hot bounty if you expect me to take you seriously right now." Luno said gesturing around the room with his free hand, while he holstered his blaster with the other. Leaning against the short dresser in the room he lifted his hand in disgust as it was planted in something sticky, angrily grunting and shooting a glare to Sunverkh.
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