Rez Tarbalin...wanted dead 1,000 Credits..paid for by the Junix Collections Guild. The image of a disgusting looking Yaga flashed across his holo-projector. Rynn's hand wavered on his command button. Well, we need to get started somewhere, he'd press down firmly on the button, accepting the job. The console on his ship flickered and beeped as data came flowing in about the contract.
"Nal Yes..Yeshu," he'd cough as his guts screamed in pain, fortunately for him, his helmet hid any semblance of pain that the young Mandalorian was in. Swiveling towards his Navcomputer, he would press in the commands, watching as his ship plotted course. By all accounts the job would seem standard enough, Rez was wanted for triple murder in the Dantooine sector, and skipped bail. Seems they don't care about the court of law, but a job is a job.
He would jump to lightspeed, his head resting back against the cushion of his seat, his breathing was heavy as he tried his best to rest. "Nal Yeshu shuttle command, please state your business." A voice would crackle through his ships communicator in Huttese.
Leaning forward he would press on a few buttons, wheezing as he did so, "Sending the contract information now." His hands would work away at the controls. Within moments a blink would emit through his ship, signaling that he was able to land. The young Mandalorian would quickly find himself on a densely urban planet, in search of his first contract. This is the way.
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