No. 1
HODASAL
Magna Hodasal Civitas, Middle Rim Territories
The Bounty Wars, or so they had been dubbed, continued to rage beneath the depths of vast cities, and beyond the final ounces of civilisation that lined the outer-rim and unknown regions. They each stretched so incredibly far betwixt faux Sith Empires, isolated Orders, resting atop the petite skull of an Empress, and sham organisations that, in their entirety, formed a wealth that extended beyond anyone's most wildest of fantasies: 581,000,000 credits. It were certainly more than anyone were to ever truly require throughout more than several lifetimes, and the Hunter that were to ensnare it in their palm might finally be offered the most peaceful of retirements. But, that were if they were to capture them all, and clinging to the idealistic yet feeble concept that one was ever really capable of leaving this life behind. It always sucked them back in-- like the cold, dark vacuum of space: it came silently, but it's grip never fades. However, even still, Fett was going to have to settle for a meagre 82,000,000. Pity. But these contracts weren't easy to come by, nor were they so easily cast aside.
The Bounty Hunter had sought the price that rest over the identity of those within the 'Squid Friendly Society'. It, after pooling the added contractors, was worth more than enough. Maybe he was to seek out those Sith that resided within the Unknown Regions, but that was clearly a thought for another time. Hodasal had located their headquarters, and that immediately brought forth some degree of suspicion. It happened to be so far from Skor II, but instead within the territory of the Mandalorian Empire. Cin Vhetin may have been offered to the wayward Mandalorian, but he wasn't entirely keen on the prospective reintegration into that particular society, nor any society for that matter. He always lurked on the outskirts. Fett might have possessed plenty of useable and efficient disguises, but amidst those that wore Mandalorian Armour? He was nothing more than one of them. Jango had been persistent in never calling attention to oneself, and whilst that may not have been intended for Koda, it proved valuable all the same.
Fett remained considerably suspicious throughout his venture, often pondering the specifics within his own complex mind. He had, ultimately, concluded that the 'Friendly Squib Society' had been nothing more than a sham. He reasoned that it had no real place beyond Skor II's reach, and an independent organisation so newly founded could hardly afford it's claimed bounties. It's placement, too, had been a red-flag too. Perhaps a Mandalorian that despised the First Order began this deceptive trade, finding their front safely guarded among their own people. Or, there may have been one that attempted to start a war between the Mandalorians and the FIrst Order. But, that would require the official sanction of the Empire itself, no? Either way, it wasn't quite right.
He had, nevertheless, worn his own face. His real face as it blended in among the T-Visors. It provided the perfect disguise, truly. But it was somewhat unnerving to wade through the crowds and streets as someone so... normal.
