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It was becoming painfully obvious that bounty hunters were the one thing you hated the most in this galaxy. One by one they had crawled out of the dark to come after you and each of them had taken their final breath thanks to your ruthless nature and skill with a blade. After digging your vibroblade into the right spot on the Twi’lek under your boot, He finally broke.
“Jacale! Jacale Woobail hired me… he hired all of us! Please, agh, please stop!” He squawked as you twisted the blade in further.
Correction, two things you hated: bounty hunters and Jacale fucking Woobail. Your eyes narrowed. The Twi’lek’s chest was heaving, he was covered in his own blood, gritting his teeth and begging you to free him. He came here fully aware of the risks involved with hunting another living being and he has the gall to ask for mercy? No. He would find no mercy here.
In a swift motion, you dislodged your sword from the fresh wound, causing a spurt of blood to fly out and pulled him up by his head-tails, dragging him to the window.
“Which one of those is your ship?” You growled into his ear.
“That one, with the large fin.” He pointed, his voice was practically a whimper. “I can get you outta here if you-”
His sentence was cut short as you drove your blade through his heart from behind. His body thudded to the floor as you holstered your sword.
“Damn… maybe I should have interrogated him more.” You spoke out loud to the now empty room. Crouching over his body you fished around in his pockets. Finding the guild holopuck and the starter to his ship. You held the puck in your hand, palming it from side to side. Debating on if you wanted to know what information it held about you, ultimately giving in to your curiosity.
The hologram popped up, showing an image of your face with the following information.
Name: Nyla Endlev Species: Human Age: Unknown Planet of origin: Unknown
Suspected Location: Outer Rim Request from Client: Bring quarry in alive
Warning: The quarry is skilled with close and long range weapons. Dual Wields. Acrobatic. Once caught - bind all extremities/appendages.
Crime: Murder Three counts Confirmed - Theft
The smile that crept onto your lips was involuntary. The amusement of your age and the planet you were born on being unknown was just too delicious. This just solidified your resolve to not be caught alive. You knew what you needed to do. Jacale Woobail had to die. The anger that had latched itself to your mind would keep you alive until you could rip his head from his body. You would not make the same mistake you made last time.