Zeltros
The cloaked figure stalked through the streets of Zeltros. He had been pursuing his target for some time.
He never thought he would resort to simple bounty hunting, but it gave him what he wanted. It wasn’t the credits that appealed to him. He had darker, more basic instincts to satisfy. The enjoyment of hunting someone down and snuffing them out. He had been a Sith Master once, and he had come to realise he could never shake off the darkness within him. It needed to be satiated.
It wasn’t difficult to get started in the profession. A false name, disguise and a low asking price. There were plenty of jobs.
This particular target was a Rodian called Jekoli, who dealt in various narcotics. He’d find him…soon enough.
A rundown cantina on a backstreet in the heart of the city. The Rodian had supposedly frequented it. Maybe someone would talk.
He stepped into the cantina. It wasn’t too busy. A Weequay was working behind the bar. Them first.
He placed a holoprojector on the bar, bringing up an image of target. The bartender looked up at the figure looming over him, two white eyes fixed on him.
“A Rodian called Jekoli. He frequents this establishment. What do you know about him?”
@Akheron
The cloaked figure stalked through the streets of Zeltros. He had been pursuing his target for some time.
He never thought he would resort to simple bounty hunting, but it gave him what he wanted. It wasn’t the credits that appealed to him. He had darker, more basic instincts to satisfy. The enjoyment of hunting someone down and snuffing them out. He had been a Sith Master once, and he had come to realise he could never shake off the darkness within him. It needed to be satiated.
It wasn’t difficult to get started in the profession. A false name, disguise and a low asking price. There were plenty of jobs.
This particular target was a Rodian called Jekoli, who dealt in various narcotics. He’d find him…soon enough.
A rundown cantina on a backstreet in the heart of the city. The Rodian had supposedly frequented it. Maybe someone would talk.
He stepped into the cantina. It wasn’t too busy. A Weequay was working behind the bar. Them first.
He placed a holoprojector on the bar, bringing up an image of target. The bartender looked up at the figure looming over him, two white eyes fixed on him.
“A Rodian called Jekoli. He frequents this establishment. What do you know about him?”
@Akheron
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