STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Hunter

"I suppose, though you know I'm not fond of that sort of thing. They're right here on Nar Shaddaa, too...and also working for the Hutts...here I was, hoping I could get away from this place."

"You're not going to find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than Nar Shaddaa," Makrus says. "Well, except for maybe Mos Eisley, but that's lightyears away. All you have to do is walk outside."

The screen bleeps as you confirm your taking of the bounty contract. Your name pops up under 'Confirmed Hunters.' Moments after, quite a few names show up, but nobody that you'd care too much about. Besides, you have first dibs.

"Get crackin', Rylis. Not got a lot of time...toodles."

So, how do we propose to find Kyle Ragnor, oh mighty Huntress?

Well, I would say start out by scouting out the places where the scum tend to gather, but that's pretty much...the entire planet...

Any particular spots where the Hutts like to send their lackeys to meet with people?

There's quite a few places spread across the planet, but a Savoir-Faire roll says that the best place to check would be...The Rimmer's Rest. The place is a small, seedy, privately owned pub where some of the Hutts send their representatives to chat with their smuggler employees. You've only been there once or twice, but you know where it is.

Well, that sounds like as good a place to check out as any...so off to the Rimmer's Rest it is.

The Rimmer's Rest is not within walking distance, being not only higher above you than your current level, but also in another part of the City. You'll have to fly there.

However, before you can start up the ship, there's a gunshot outside.

Oh, joy...

Rylis will go and check out what just happened.

BTW, Tib been picked up yet?

Nope, not yet.

You step out into the docking bay where the Crimson Dawn currently resides. Nothing here but a few crates, some fuel lines...oh, and the Rodian dock-keep, lying on his back with a blast wound to his forehead.

Right, well, holes don't spontaneously appear on foreheads...

Rylis will cautiously take a look around, seeing if there is anything she can see (anything behind the crates, if there's an upper level if there's anything up there, etc) that's suspicious, with her blaster out.

Nothing. The hangar appears to be empty...

...wait, there was a clatter over on the other side of the hangar...

Suddenly, an arm slips beneath your left armpit and reaches up to your right shoulder, grabbing you firmly and putting you in a hold.

Rylis is rather not happy with that and will drive her elbow backwards into the person/thing that grabbed her, hoping to make them loosen their hold.

"Back off!" she says while doing so.

You would, but this person is fast. The nozzle of a disruptor pistol is pressed to your temple.

"Don't move," a voice says. No doubt its male, though possibly a bit higher than normal. The accent is distinctly one from the Core Worlds and has a rough quality to it, though it may just be the serious, threatening tone.. "Are you Rylis Tavel?"

"I don't think any other Mirialans would hang around this dump given a choice..." Rylis snaps back. "What do you want?"

Vmmm.

The disruptor pistol fires a single shot.

The Rodian corpse in front of you is vaporized, leaving no trace of the body. You are released.

"Excellent!" says the man. "Sorry 'bout the dock-keeper, not a friend of yours, was he? Needed something to lure you out of the ship and all, set the pistol on a lower setting so he wouldn't be vaporized, blah blah blah, all that good stuff. So, what's up?!"

The man is now staring at you expectantly, slipping his disruptor pistol in a shoulder-holster, hidden by his battered old banthahide leather jacket. He has another pistol hanging from his utility belt, as well as several other gizmos and gadgets. The belt holds up his brown pants (though not the same shade as the jacket; they don't match). Black spacer's boots are on his feet.

As for his appearance, picture David Tennant.

Oh my god, Ten has turned up in Star Wars 😆

Rylis will take a few steps away from him, keeping her own blaster out and ignoring his babbling.

"You didn't answer me...what do you want?"

(is this someone that Rylis knows? Or would know?)

You have no idea who he is.

"I was just looking for you!" he babbles. "You see, I heard you were taking the bounty for, eh, oh, what's his name, eh...oh right!" He claps his hands together. "Kyle Ragnor! That's the one."

"Who are you, first of all? And how did you find me when I only just confirmed that I was taking that bounty?" Rylis asks suspiciously. "In other words, explain to me why I should let you walk out of here in one piece. I don't much appreciate being attacked to get my attention."

"But hey, it got your attention, didn't it?" he says, with a wink. "The name's Snithius Jonah Kamusarai Oro (the Second, mind you), but please, call me Snith."

He gives a brief bow, then begins to circle you, a hand in his pocket and the other gesticulating as he speaks.

"Well, you see, Rylis, I'm from the Nobog Corporation. Privately contracted, eh, agent?" At this point, he seems to talk to himself. "Operative? Nah. Yes. No. Yes, operative." He returns to you. "Privately contracted operative, just joined up. I'm supposed to handle little specifics about the situation with Kyle Ragnor while you bump him off or whatever it is you intend to do to him."

He stops pacing, folding his arms.

"As for how I found you, well, that was the easy! You sent in a message saying you were taking up the bounty. I hacked it, traced it back to whence it was sent (which would be your ship!), then high-tailed it over here."

"There are better ways to go about getting someone's attention...though why would I expect anything else on this scumhole of a planet?" Rylis says, irritated.

"And that's nice and all, but I generally do stuff by myself unless I invite someone else to work with me."

"Sucks to be you then," he says, quite cheerfully. "I'm supposed to be in on this, that's just how it is. Besides, how are you going to get rid of me, eh?"