STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Hunter

"Generally you have a better chance of collecting a debt from a live person than a dead one." Rylis says, shaking her head at that. "So you did kill someone. What did he owe you money for? Drug deal gone wrong?"

"[Yeah, yeah...not my fault the Hutts ripped me off.]"

"Always with the excuses. Every time..."

Tib simply starts grumbling at you in his native language as you lead him back to your ship.

Anything else you'd like to do before alerting the Hutts of your capture of Tib?

Well, patch myself up a bit...

Consider yourself healed in regards to damage, but you're still feeling pretty achey from being burned, beaten, stabbed, and poisoned.

If there's nothing else, we'll press on.

Your ship is where you left it.

"[You call that a ship?]"

Well, there isn't anything I can think of...

"Do you ever shut up?"

"[Depends, are you going to let me go?]"

"I can't exactly see how doing that will help me any." Rylis replies, pressing her blaster into the back of Tib's neck a bit harder, to discourage him trying anything.

"[Okay, okay...]"

The constant talking is a nervous reaction, you think, to being litten on fire and chased down by a scaring bounty huntress.

You can lock him up onboard your ship until the Hutts' people come for him. Until then, all you can do is wait.

Well, that's his own fault, he shouldn't have tried to run.

Sounds good to me. There's nothing he'd be able to mess with in the area that Rylis uses for locking up targets.

Tib will stay put, no worries. He learned his lesson.

While we're waiting, your ship's comm unit starts beeping. Incoming message.

Oooh, message.

Rylis will see what the message says.

It's actually a live feed from Makrus, your mercenary ally. He likes keeping in touch with you because having connections to a highly feared bounty hunter is obviously beneficial in his line of work.

He also hits on you far too often, but he's useful, so you let it slide. Sometimes.

"Evenin', Rylis," he greets you. "How'd the Tib case go?"

"Oh, he's locked right now, bit of a mess bringing him in, though. Helodiras are a pain. Should be worth it, though." Rylis replies, settling into the pilot's chair in her ship. "Just waiting for him to come get picked up."

"Live capture?" Makrus asks, somewhat surprised. "Tough bastards, Helodiras. All that hard shell and needly skin." He thinks for a moment. "Didn't poison you at all, did he?"

"This would have been great for you to have told me before now, you knew I was chasing down Tib. And yes, I got him alive, you know how I feel about killing unnecessarily." Rylis says. "He managed to get me with one of his poison spikes but I'm fine."

"You're clever, you don't need me to tell you everythin'," Makrus cheekily replies. He cringes when you mention the poisoning. "Sorry to hear that, love. Do you know anything about that toxin?"

"Most of what I know about Helodiras I've learned in the past half hour or so. Never had an encounter with one before. And I can't say I do, though it appears that my little kit has taken care of it."

"Aye, that's well and all, but not a very final solution. Helodira poison messes you up pretty bad. Sure, your antidote's probably taken care of it, but you're going to be pretty off your game. Untreated it'll kill ya, but if you treated it right away you'll pretty much have a loss of balance, unsteady hand, maybe a little twitchy. Not fun."

(in short, one point of impairment...)