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A small Huttese transport ship dropped out of hyperspace in orbit around the jungle planet of Noe'ha'on. The region rarely saw much activity but had several reasons for the rare travelers that graced this corner of the galaxy; smugglers moving their illicit cargo, fugitives from any number of conflicts, and then ones like the ship that now entered the atmosphere of the wild planet. Hunters in a search for prey that many seasoned veterans would balk at. This hunter was not what one would expect however, a pale figure with a weak constitution doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
Yirim coughed lightly into a handkerchief and left the cockpit of the transport, heading to the cargo bay where his back up waited. To make up for his lack of physical prowess and intimidating stature he had purchased four droids to help him in this hunt. Not just any brainless droids however, these were IG-100 MagnaGuards. These models had been manufactured since the Clone Wars nearly one thousand years ago and had proven their effectiveness over the generation as first class battle droids. They were specially created to adapt far more quickly and think outside of rudimentary programming. They could even fight Jedi and Sith effectively, though not as effectively as master swordsmen or other Force Sensitive.
He activated the four MagnaGuards and stood in the center of the hold as they snapped to attention. Their armor was bone white with orange Echani markings scattered about their armor. They wore simple white cloaks with face wraps and all were armed with electro-staffs, with two also carrying sniper rifles. The strange Echani with raven hair thought, for a few seconds, if it was fair but then decided he didn't care. Whatever it took to win and it wasn't as if he using a team of mercenaries. Besides, the Hutts didn't mind a bit of foul play and dirty fighting; as long as you didn't get caught. The chemist knew his limits and while his intellect was formidable, he had yet to be able to kill someone with it. Not directly anyways.
So until his other machinations came to fruition he would rely on these new bodyguards as his muscle. Besides, droids were more trustworthy than organics in Yirim's experience. They surrounded their new master and one spoke mechanically, "FACIAL SCAN: INITIATING. IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WHAT IS YOUR BIDDING, MASTER YIRIM?"
"Oh, simply stand there for a few moments. It's time for the briefing on our target." Said the pale man with a tilt of his head. He pulled out a small holodisk and the image of a creature appeared.
"They are carnivorous hunters, possessing keen olfactory and visual senses in addition to a deadly venom." The image then switched to an example of a underground hatchery. "For reproduction, the creatures can lay more than three hundred eggs in a single birthing period. When hatched, the young K'lor'slugs is immediately ravenous for food. Even to the point that some of the brood will turn on weaker or deformed hatchlings. In addition to their aggressiveness, these creatures are considered dangerous pests aboard starships. They are known to invade the darkest spots on unsanitary space vehicles and breed. This can lead to the death of the crew who can be overwhelmed by their rapid birthing and gestation periods. This is also the reason they can spread to other planets easily."
"They come in several sub-breeds with the most dangerous, aggressive, and powerful being the Broodmothers. Further information on sub-breeds is available. Continue?" Inquired the digital voice.
"No, that's not necessary." The holodisk deactivated and Yirim pocketed it. He turned to his bodyguards with a nod, "That's our target; the Broodmother. Now the hunt simply calls for any K'lor'slug, however anyone with the sense to research them or with prior knowledge knows these things travel in broods. Packs. So why bag a drone when we can bring back a queen. That should sufficiently impress, no? But it won't be easy. Alone they are no real threat but they attack in swarms so we have to have a concise and practiced stratagem to lure away the majority, kill the hive guards, and capture the Broodmother. Sounds like fun. Unload the supplies, we leave in five."
"AFFIRMATIVE," said the MagnaGuards as one.
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