It wasn't often that Grace ventured out to Tatooine, only showing up on rare occasion to visit the Hutt Cartel there. As it stood, she currently had a loose alliance with their syndicate, and a costly one at that. Without such an alliance however; she would never have been able to join the five syndicates. Of course, word of her ascension to power would spread from crime boss to crime boss. Eventually, an especially annoying trandoshan spice cartel leader would catch wind of the new up and commer.
He had never actually met Grace, but made all sorts of false claims about her. Calling her deceitful and dimwitted, even suggesting that the hutts shouldn't give her support. If the hound continued yapping, then who knew what that could do to the woman's reputation. She needed someone with a special set of skills. Someone who could do a job she couldn't. This was what brought her to the town of Mos Espa, having a couple drinks at the local cantina.
She was dressed in her usual robes, and sipped a glass of wine while eyeing various patrons of the building. No one looked like the mercenary type so far, and chances were most wouldn't have the skills to assist her anyhow. taking down a small time trandoshan crime boss wasn't exactly an easy task, but it needed to be done.
Among all the people in the building, she would spot a rodian who was sporting a heavy blaster rifle on a sling. He didn't have any insignia which was a perfect tell the man was a mercenary. Grace would stand up and approach soldier for hire... "That's quite the weapon you have there. Wouldn't happen to be looking for work would you?"
The green humanoid would respond in huttese, <"Hmmm, that depends. What's the job and what's the pay."> The woman would give him a nod before presenting a holodisk which displayed a tiny hologram of a well-dressed trandoshan. "I need someone to remove a local gangster from the premises if you catch my drift. His name is Sal'rik Elyor, crime boss of the trandoshan district--" before she would continue the rodian would shake his head furiously, <"I know who that is. That mark is far too dangerous. No amount of credits is worth my own life!">
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He had never actually met Grace, but made all sorts of false claims about her. Calling her deceitful and dimwitted, even suggesting that the hutts shouldn't give her support. If the hound continued yapping, then who knew what that could do to the woman's reputation. She needed someone with a special set of skills. Someone who could do a job she couldn't. This was what brought her to the town of Mos Espa, having a couple drinks at the local cantina.
She was dressed in her usual robes, and sipped a glass of wine while eyeing various patrons of the building. No one looked like the mercenary type so far, and chances were most wouldn't have the skills to assist her anyhow. taking down a small time trandoshan crime boss wasn't exactly an easy task, but it needed to be done.
Among all the people in the building, she would spot a rodian who was sporting a heavy blaster rifle on a sling. He didn't have any insignia which was a perfect tell the man was a mercenary. Grace would stand up and approach soldier for hire... "That's quite the weapon you have there. Wouldn't happen to be looking for work would you?"
The green humanoid would respond in huttese, <"Hmmm, that depends. What's the job and what's the pay."> The woman would give him a nod before presenting a holodisk which displayed a tiny hologram of a well-dressed trandoshan. "I need someone to remove a local gangster from the premises if you catch my drift. His name is Sal'rik Elyor, crime boss of the trandoshan district--" before she would continue the rodian would shake his head furiously, <"I know who that is. That mark is far too dangerous. No amount of credits is worth my own life!">
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