STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Slayer

Galder turns about, wielding the electro-mace in front of him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asks.

Behind you is a man, strolling nonchalantly into the docking bay after you. He does not come so close as to give you a chance to swing at him, but he doesn't seem intimidated.

He has a stern face, with a well-trimmed beard, and there are a few braids in his hair. He wears what appears to be a military uniform, and a peculiar one-sleeved jacket... what you think is called a 'pelisse.'

"Am I addressing the mercenary Welptet?" the man asks, his words calm and measured. "If not, you need not have those questions answered, and I will be on my way. If I am, however, I have business to discuss with you, if I may."

Galder does not put away the electro-mace.

"You are," Galder says, "and you may. Just don't waste my time."

"I do not intend to," the man says. There is a hint of smile on his lips. "I have need of someone with your talents. I understand the majority of your work concerns being a paid combatant, but I would hope you are not unfamiliar with bodyguarding."

"I'm not too keen on protecting," Galder says. "I'm more of an action guy. Bodyguarding ties me down to one person who probably should just learn to use a gun or go to the cops."

"Do you speak from experience?" he asks.

Galder just nods.

"What do you need a bodyguard for?" Galder asks. "You're wearing a uniform, surely it's not just for show."

The man laughs.

"Let us just leave it at me not wanting to get my hands dirty," he says. "In return for your services, I am more than prepared to pay you handsomely. What did you make during your last contract?"

Galder will state whatever his going rate was. Probably not too high, considering his job was to kill that guy and quietly.

The man tells you that that is fool's change.

"If you want money, I can give it to you," he says, "but you must take my contract."

"I still don't even know who you are," Galder says.

Can Galder sense if this man is being straight with him?

It is hard to sense this man's mind. It is like iron.

"You will," the man says, simply.

Galder holds the man's gaze for a moment before acquiesing to his request.

"Sure, fine, you've got me interested. I'll do it. But I've only got one question. Who did you piss off that you need a bodyguard?"

"All in due time," the man says. "My name is Larios Kuylen. All that I require of you is that you protect me. I have an apartment rented out, and you will stay in one of its rooms. Do not ask questions unless they are pertinent. I will not tolerate idle banter, and you know already that I only answer questions when I find doing such appropriate. Now, catch."

Kuylen throws something to you.

Galder will catch it.

It is a small beacon. When you catch it, it plays three sets of three notes at rising pitches.

"I will use this to summon you," Kuylen says. "When it goes off again, meet me at my apartment. If you are late, the contract is void, and you will never see me again. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, no need to chastise me," Galder snarls. "I'll be there, and I'll bring this."

Galder waves the electro-mace in the air.

"Nobody is going to trouble you, I can assure you of that. And if they do, they won't do it again. Not if I have anything to say about it. Better be prepared to empty your wallet, buddy."

Kuylen only offers a curt nod in response to that. He gives you the location of his apartment, in one of the nicer areas of Nar Shaddaa's low city.

That leaves Galder with an evening to himself, as it is not until the next day that the beacon trumpets the simple notes again to summon you. Feel free to do what you like in that evening.

Galder will just gather some weapons so that he can do his job efficiently. He'll be bringing the electro-mace, a combat knife, a heavy blaster pistol, and his old favorite, the assault rifle he used in the first campaign...

Galder sits and prepares his weapons late into the night. Bringing your lightsaber?