Thud.
Then a scraping noise.
He hated it when they did that. The noise that is. He removed the bit of sticky metal from the body's wrist.
No more scraping noise. No more struggling either, so double payout for minimal work.
He hated it when they did that. The fight had been short, but bloody, at least on one side. It got his favourite coat dirty.
But now there was no more struggling, thus no more bloodshed, thus a cleaner coat.
He hated it when that happened. The bloody part was always the most fun. Hunting a defenceless target is not very entertaining.
But this one had been entertaining. Very entertaining, indeed ...
What was he here for again? Ah, yes, the bounty ...
A masked man strode through the somewhat empty streets of Nar Shaddaa. He was dragging a limp body along with him. It seemed to be an almost casual thing for him, as if he'd done this sort of thing many times already, and given his appearance, it was very likely he had. The man was fairly tall, but thin. Most of his body was hidden behind a large mantle he wore around the entirety of his body. The only thing that wasn't covered by the mantle were his boots and his head, which in turn was covered by a mask, a deep shadow and a large hat. The body seemed to be connected to the man with a cable that went from the body's hands to underneath the mantle, where he had bound the cable to his arm.
It looked a bit strange, but strange was nothing out of the ordinary in this part of Nar Shaddaa. The man got a few odd stares, but no one exactly wanted to mess with the man who was dragging a bloody body behind him. So the man walked through the streets mostly undisturbed. That was, until he turned into a dark alleyway.
There were three figures there, waiting. One Trandoshan, one Aqualish and one Huma, all of them armed, as they proudly displayed. The masked man didn't pay them any attention, he walked past, shoving one of them aside when he tried to block his path. The three figures started shouting various obsceneties, threatening to shoot the man if he didn't stop. Their shouting grew louder and louder, until the sound of a blaster bolt interrupted the shouts. The Trandoshan had fired at the Masked Man, missing his mark, however, and hitting the man's hat.
He froze instantly as he saw his hat fly to the ground in front of him, a black hole burned into both the front and back of the hat from the blaster bolt. The three men started taunting him again, telling him it was a warning shot, that he should hand over the body and any credits and valuables he had, or else the next shot wouldn't miss. He turned around.
The Trandoshan was dead before the others even knew what hit them, a small blade sticking out of his throat. His two companions turned in shock, but the Human never even saw the Trandoshan fall to the ground, as he too was struck down by a blade. That left the Aqualish alone, who stumbled to the ground, crawling backwards into the corner created by a dumpster and the alley's wall.
"Don't. Ever. Touch. My. Hat."
The Man picked up the two blades, cleaned them, and stuck them back underneath his mantle. With his weapons collected, he turned back towards his hat, picked it up, inspected it for a short bit, then put it back on and continued walking. As he did, he noticed multiple signs and pieces of paper floating about, all with the same symbol. One of them flew into his face, so he took it and actually read what was on it. Something about anonymity, something something, smugglers ... pirates ... something something Jedi ... something something mark ... something friend. It sounded interesting enough. Definitely worth checking out. So the masked man changed direction, following the signs he saw on the walls, hoping to figure out who went through the effort of throwing about all these pieces of paper and spray-painting that sign onto the walls. So he continued walking towards where he thought he needed to go, still dragging the body along behind him.
Then a scraping noise.
He hated it when they did that. The noise that is. He removed the bit of sticky metal from the body's wrist.
No more scraping noise. No more struggling either, so double payout for minimal work.
He hated it when they did that. The fight had been short, but bloody, at least on one side. It got his favourite coat dirty.
But now there was no more struggling, thus no more bloodshed, thus a cleaner coat.
He hated it when that happened. The bloody part was always the most fun. Hunting a defenceless target is not very entertaining.
But this one had been entertaining. Very entertaining, indeed ...
What was he here for again? Ah, yes, the bounty ...
A masked man strode through the somewhat empty streets of Nar Shaddaa. He was dragging a limp body along with him. It seemed to be an almost casual thing for him, as if he'd done this sort of thing many times already, and given his appearance, it was very likely he had. The man was fairly tall, but thin. Most of his body was hidden behind a large mantle he wore around the entirety of his body. The only thing that wasn't covered by the mantle were his boots and his head, which in turn was covered by a mask, a deep shadow and a large hat. The body seemed to be connected to the man with a cable that went from the body's hands to underneath the mantle, where he had bound the cable to his arm.
It looked a bit strange, but strange was nothing out of the ordinary in this part of Nar Shaddaa. The man got a few odd stares, but no one exactly wanted to mess with the man who was dragging a bloody body behind him. So the man walked through the streets mostly undisturbed. That was, until he turned into a dark alleyway.
There were three figures there, waiting. One Trandoshan, one Aqualish and one Huma, all of them armed, as they proudly displayed. The masked man didn't pay them any attention, he walked past, shoving one of them aside when he tried to block his path. The three figures started shouting various obsceneties, threatening to shoot the man if he didn't stop. Their shouting grew louder and louder, until the sound of a blaster bolt interrupted the shouts. The Trandoshan had fired at the Masked Man, missing his mark, however, and hitting the man's hat.
He froze instantly as he saw his hat fly to the ground in front of him, a black hole burned into both the front and back of the hat from the blaster bolt. The three men started taunting him again, telling him it was a warning shot, that he should hand over the body and any credits and valuables he had, or else the next shot wouldn't miss. He turned around.
The Trandoshan was dead before the others even knew what hit them, a small blade sticking out of his throat. His two companions turned in shock, but the Human never even saw the Trandoshan fall to the ground, as he too was struck down by a blade. That left the Aqualish alone, who stumbled to the ground, crawling backwards into the corner created by a dumpster and the alley's wall.
"Don't. Ever. Touch. My. Hat."
The Man picked up the two blades, cleaned them, and stuck them back underneath his mantle. With his weapons collected, he turned back towards his hat, picked it up, inspected it for a short bit, then put it back on and continued walking. As he did, he noticed multiple signs and pieces of paper floating about, all with the same symbol. One of them flew into his face, so he took it and actually read what was on it. Something about anonymity, something something, smugglers ... pirates ... something something Jedi ... something something mark ... something friend. It sounded interesting enough. Definitely worth checking out. So the masked man changed direction, following the signs he saw on the walls, hoping to figure out who went through the effort of throwing about all these pieces of paper and spray-painting that sign onto the walls. So he continued walking towards where he thought he needed to go, still dragging the body along behind him.
