The war between the good and evil goes on. Empire is terrorizing people and tells everyone that it is made for some sort of order (which Republic and CIS were trying achieve during their war). People are dying. And now this rebels, people who don't agree, people who are basically tired of huge and cruel government regimes. The days are difficult and getting worse. However, it doesn't mean that you should stop and wait. You should survive and for that you need money. This is was on Firith's mind. With these thoughts he was sitting at the bar on Mos Eisley, listening to his client. His client was young Twi'lek woman, beautiful as every of her species, that was fooled by one Neimoidian by the name of Than Cifi. He somehow stole 20k of credits, she didn't go into details. Damn, she didn't even tell her name. Anyways, conditions to which Firith agreed were: 1000 credits for Neimoidian's dead body and 3000 credits if he finds the stolen money. After the conversation, Twi'lek left the table, Firith continued to drink his whiskey and for a moment as if time stopped. His memories about his first hunt came. Then everything came back to normal. He payed for his whiskey and left the bar. Everything was perfect, but little he knew about the others bounties who were on this hunt.......