As Amer flashed her badge, Jon wondered what entity she belonged to and fought for as a marine. He just wasn’t that interested and was too far away to read any fine print anyway but at least she seemed to know what she was doing so that was good enough for him.
“Yeah, you two’re interferin’ in a very important mission.”
“That’s right. Important business.”
Jon wasn’t wrong if not quite right and he wasn’t a liar. A bounty hunter always had business and business was always important.
He had not forgotten, just didn’t pay much attention, to the fact that Wolf was the same man from that one ship and they had already met before even stepping foot in this city. The universe was just purposeless in the end and did its best to prove Jon's more nihilistic theories.
There was another Badger there, another Mandalorian of red and black, but Kotii Solus was not only in the past but it was a question that the Duros had asked the Badger and had never been given an answer so whatever.
From Badger to Endyr to this shitty city right beside me. Wow. It really is a circle so round.
Neither bounty hunter had to like each other to work together or remember each other after, however. They just had to make it to this assassin.
“Smooth talkin’.”
“Not bad.”
“What a bunch o’ numbnuts, huh? Any of you fine dinin’ schweine shwags ever met a bigger idiot than those two idiots with I.D.I.O.T. on their badges? Even an elephant couldn'ta missed it.”
Ki’dut pointed into the distance as everybody looked at him as if he was the only purple black Mandalorian in existence.
“You find one person, sir and lady and Duros, and by the holy stars and the dark T-shape of my visor, you show me just one other person within this dang dandy universe that exists atop a hippopotamus, just one person who is an even bigger idiot than those two idiots, and I will grow a third nut.”
Jon decided to leave questions like those to be answered by the likes of Amer.
“Can’t find a single one, bub.” Jon blew smoke into the distance. “But does that say what I think it does?” He pointed up.
A sign on a factory in front of them read ‘Hit Man’. The name of a company named after its Nautolan owner, Hit Man. Coincidence?
“Guessin’ that’s where we’re headin’?” Jon turned to Amer.
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“Yeah, you two’re interferin’ in a very important mission.”
“That’s right. Important business.”
Jon wasn’t wrong if not quite right and he wasn’t a liar. A bounty hunter always had business and business was always important.
He had not forgotten, just didn’t pay much attention, to the fact that Wolf was the same man from that one ship and they had already met before even stepping foot in this city. The universe was just purposeless in the end and did its best to prove Jon's more nihilistic theories.
There was another Badger there, another Mandalorian of red and black, but Kotii Solus was not only in the past but it was a question that the Duros had asked the Badger and had never been given an answer so whatever.
From Badger to Endyr to this shitty city right beside me. Wow. It really is a circle so round.
Neither bounty hunter had to like each other to work together or remember each other after, however. They just had to make it to this assassin.
“Smooth talkin’.”
“Not bad.”
“What a bunch o’ numbnuts, huh? Any of you fine dinin’ schweine shwags ever met a bigger idiot than those two idiots with I.D.I.O.T. on their badges? Even an elephant couldn'ta missed it.”
Ki’dut pointed into the distance as everybody looked at him as if he was the only purple black Mandalorian in existence.
“You find one person, sir and lady and Duros, and by the holy stars and the dark T-shape of my visor, you show me just one other person within this dang dandy universe that exists atop a hippopotamus, just one person who is an even bigger idiot than those two idiots, and I will grow a third nut.”
Jon decided to leave questions like those to be answered by the likes of Amer.
“Can’t find a single one, bub.” Jon blew smoke into the distance. “But does that say what I think it does?” He pointed up.
A sign on a factory in front of them read ‘Hit Man’. The name of a company named after its Nautolan owner, Hit Man. Coincidence?
“Guessin’ that’s where we’re headin’?” Jon turned to Amer.
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