"That's a fast mouth you have there, Dryak. I hope your brain is that fast. But even assuming you could kill me you'd never even find me, for the same reason that you won't find that Hutt."
He holds up the holo-disc
"It took me a while to put this together for you, but I'll destroy it of you want." He starts to crush it with his hand. "Your only chance to catch your man..." he says.
(Whoa! Catching me out with the double post there...)
"It's not hard to know of you, Ricolt Dryak, if you deal with the Hutts. They know you as that quaint fallen Jedi who is trying to catch the man who killed his parents. You're a laughing stock to them. Not after today, though. They told Var-Ell to kill you. Next time they'll try someone better."
"Ah..." says the man, defly slipping the disk back into his pocket. "But... I've already done you one favour today," he says, gesturing at the destruction around him. "I think it is your turn to do something for ME...
"My name is Kuylen. Why don't we go somewhere else to talk about this? The authorities are coming soon."
What you did just then, posting twice in a row like that. I replied to your first answer before you had posted your second, so I did not see it.
Kuylen takes you a a dark and smoky bar some five blocks away. EVERYTHIGN seems to be dark and smoky on this planet.
"Kahangrorn is a Hutt tax haven," explains Kuylen. "Rather complex local laws allow them to shortcut the rules of the Commerce Guild and Trade Federation out here. Var-Ell used your bounty hunter friend to bump off Neimodians who got too nosy."
He gestures for you to sit at a booth.
"The Hutt you are looking for is one I have met before... let's just say I owe him something. I've been working on his files for a while, which is where I started to read about you. It didn't take me long to figure out what sort of person you are," says Kuylen, sitting next to you.
"It so happens that some other business has brought me out to this part of the Galaxy, so I thought it was about time I paid you a visit, before you got yourself killed." He fixes you with a stare.
"You know nearly everyone like you wind up dead, don't you? No fallen Jedi has ever survived to old age."
Kuylen smiles.
"The lucky thing for you is, you may even find something for yourself where I am sending you..."
Kuylen passes you a seperate data disc.
"This will tell you all you need to know about the planet Damagran. It's an industrial world on the other side of Hutt space from here, the founder world of a 13-strong confederacy of planets.
"There has been a certain amount of political upheaval there lately, which I am sure does not interest you. But the result is twofold; first, a man named Faylar has taken control fo the Confederacy and started a vast civil war on Damagran itself. Secondly, the Jedi have shown that Faylar may have been working to subvert the Republic. A vast blockade of Damagran has resulted whole they investigate this. The planet seems to be crawling with Jedi as well.
"I used to work with Faylar but he decided to try and kill me. For which he will pay. My offer to you is simple, Ricolt. I have a team on Damagran who are working on his assassination. I want you to join that team and help kill that man. Clear?"