''I thought those things were just legend!''

[KeCholo]

''Tell me again, why the kark are we going to Raxus Prime?'' Woriwr asked Ke'Cholo. ''Guy owes me money'' he responded simply.
''Enough for you to travel half-way across the galaxy to the chit hole?''
''Somewhere around 870,000 republics, so yeah''
''There is nothing but garbage on Raxus, I don't know how a ship salesman makes any money.''
''He doesn't, that's why he bet so much money on a podrace''
''How do you intend to get this back, he obviously doesn't have 870,000''
''Parts, spare paint, even a speeder bike or two.''
''We'd be lucky if we found a part that fit this ship''
''Well, that's hope we do''

Ke'Cholo pulled out of hyperspace to find the garbage dump that was Raxus Prime. This would be an interesting trip

 

[KeCholo]

''It's even worse in person.''
''Raxus Prime is like a Hutt woman, it takes a special person to appreciate her''
''You say special, I say crazy.''

The two descended to the planet.

''If the smell is half as bad as I remember I'll need a breathing mask''
''It gets worse every day'' Ke'Cholo said with a laugh as Worwir sighed.
Worwir reached behind his sick and put on his breathing mask in preparation for the coming stench.
''Alright, I'm ready'' he said staring ahead.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo and Worwir ventured to the other side of the planet where the salesman was located. As the flew, the scenery seemed to get worse and the population more sparse. After 15-30 minutes of flying they eventually reached the small debris field that served as the salesman's business.
''This is it'' Ke'Cholo said, putting down the ship.
''What a chithole'' Worwir remarked.
''Just don't say that to his face.''
Ke'Cholo stepped out his ship and was greeted by an old, fat rodian.
''Tordo!''

 

[KeCholo]

''Eeta gu che-che chungo. Leedo poodu 70,000''
''Well we'll find the other 800,000''
Ke'Cholo and Worwir stepped out, Worwir breathed in the treacherous smell and gagged hard.
''Che cha cha!''
''He's fine.'' Ke'Cholo said, he took the opurtunity to surprise Tordo. Ke'Cholo pulled out his DL-44 and aimed it at Tordo's head.
''But you ain't''

 

[KeCholo]

''C'mon pal, let's walk'' Ke'Cholo pressed the barrel of his DL-44 against the neck of Tordo pressing him onward.
Stopping rather quickly, the three stared at a squadron of speeder bikes.
''We'll take thes-''
''No we won't'' Worwir interrupted. He gestured to the backs, cleverly hidden by tarps. Worwir walked up to one and took it off, revealing that the engine was gone. Ke'Cholo growled.
''Toko! Toko!!''
''Sure'' Ke'Cholo said.

The three then started to walk over to another part of the junkyard.

 

[KeCholo]

''Cheech?'' Tordo asked, gesturing to a broken sabacc table.
''Sure'' Ke'Cholo said, rather surprisingly.
''I'll take it, and use it for karking target practice'' Ke'Cholo kicked the table, furthering breaking it.
''Listen, if the next thing you show me isn't worth my time I'll pull this trigger until it goes click'' Ke'Cholo said, rather angered.
''Pochocho....Jedi scabbeam'' Tordo said gesturing to a small metal shack in the middle of the debris field.
''Oh really?'' Ke'Cholo asked surprised.

 

[KeCholo]

Inside Tordo's residency was pure and unfiltered filth. His bed was a dirty mattress and he stored his food on a rotting wooden shelf. The shack appeared to be made out of two tie fighter wings, some spare parts, the hull of ship and a lot of hard work.
''Lecho'' the rodian showed Ke'Cholo three lightsabers, all but one missing a crystal.
Ke'Cholo examined the sabers and ignited the one that had a crystal in it. Out of it was emitted a crackling, purple beam. Ke'Cholo swung it around it around. He turned it off and exaimined the crystal, it was a cracked hurrikane crystal.
''Two of the hilts are rusted and the only crystal you have is cracked.'' Ke'Cholo said, slipping the loot in his satchel. He sat down on one a large piece of scrap metal. ''What else do you have?''

 

[KeCholo]

''Utti utu, forcora, leekowda, chin chinzo, etta'' the rodian bluffed at all the stuff he had.
''You're a bad liar, Tordo.'' Ke'Cholo aimed his pistol at the head of the rodian. He was about to pull the trigger when he saw something move outside. He got up and looked closely, it was a tarp (covering something rather large) flapping in the wind.
''What's that?'' Ke'Cholo asked, gesturing to it with his DL-44.
''Herto perto, unkor.''
''Sure you don't know what it is'' Ke'Cholo said. He grabbed the rodian by the scruff of his neck and shoved him past Worwir, outside.

 

[KeCholo]

''Jukudo''
''Coming next week?'' Ke'Cholo asked, making sure he understood the rodian.
''Coco no boko, pooodooo''
''I'm sure it has some worth.''
''What's he saying?'' Worwir would whisper to Ke'Cholo.
''He's saying it's an old ship he's having trouble getting into. A splicer is coming to unlock it tomorrow. He also said it's a model he'd never seen.''

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo approached the large object and stared at it for a moment before removing the tarp.
''Any guesses on what model this baby is?''
''Hmm...'' Worwir began.
''I'm not quite sure, I'd be afraid to guess and then get disappointed.'' He finally said after a few minutes of thinking.
''Here we go'' Ke'Cholo said pulling the tarp off.

 

[KeCholo]

''Impossible'' Worwir said, shocked the unveiling of the ship.
''A Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft''
''I thought those things were just legend!'' Worwir remarked.
Ke'Cholo kicked him in the leg, luckily the rodian was on the other side of the ship, just out of earshot.
''Don't tell him what he has.'' Ke'Cholo commanded.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo walked up the the entrance of the craft and tried to enter. The door was firmly shut.
''Worwir'' Ke'Cholo called.
''Uh?'' he responded simply.
''Go back to the ship, under my seat is my splicing tools. Bring the whole box.''
''Sure.'' Ke'Cholo heard Worwir footsteps by the sound of his boots crunching against the debris.
After sound of his footsteps stopped, Ke'Cholo heard a click accompanied by Tordo's voice. ''Checho, sleemo''

 

[KeCholo]

A cold, metal barrel pressed against Ke'Cholo's head.
''You untrustworthy bas-''
''Kitutu, pordee'''
Ke'Cholo saw something move out of the corner of his eye.
''About the debt huh?'' Ke'Cholo began.
''You won't have to worry about it anymore''

 

[KeCholo]

''CHOW CHOW CHOW'' Three distinct blasts could be heard.
The rodian slumped to the ground.
''Thanks Woriwr'' Ke'Cholo said, the shistavane had returned back quickly when he saw the rodian about to kill his friend, and more importantly his employer.
''Here's your tools'' Worwir placed a large rectangular box next to Ke'Cholo.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo began to scrub the grime off the ship, looking for a place to plug in his console.
He scrubbed off one part revealing that this was indeed a real firespray. ''Look, official'' he would point to it, showing it to Worwir.
''Look at this. It's got a name.'' Worwir would call Ke'Cholo over to show him the name of the vessel that he had discovered.
Ke'Cholo walked over and examined it. What he say almost made him faint. Written in galactic basic and huttese....
''SHAG BO, SLAVE I''

 

[KeCholo]

''Do you know who Boba Fett was?'' Ke'Cholo asked Worwir.
''Bounty hunter, right? One of the best of all time I've heard.'' he responded, unsure.
''This is his ship.''
''Wonder if he's inside.'' Worwir said, joking.
''If only'' Ke'Cholo said, ''If only''

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo eventually found a place to connect his hacking computer. He began to unlock the door.
''How long is this gonna take?'' Worwir asked, a bit impatient.
''A minute or two, now help me move this body.'' Ke'Cholo grabbed the fat rodian by his legs, Worwir moved in to help.
The two moved the body to a hidden spot behind a large piece of scrap.
When they returned to the ship, the entrance was open.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo cautiously stepped inside the prisoner transport. Inside seemed to be over 100 kilos of dust and more grime.
''Apparently Boba wasn't a neat freak'' Worwir remarked.
''This thing's pro'ly had 10 plus owners between us and him.''
Ke'Cholo walked throughout the ship, and made his way to the four cells the ship was equipped with. He opened them each, and in the third was a skeleton of a Twi'lek, long forgotten by it's previous owner.
''Let's get her started'' he yelled to Worwir, making his way to the cockpit.

 

[KeCholo]

The ship started with a little bit of coaxing from Ke'Cholo. It was soon warmed up and prepared for take off.
''Worwir, step off and head back to our ship. Get the droid to fly you back to Nar Shadda, stay low for a while. I've got a girl I need to meet, found a strong box separate from the ship's system I need to get into.''
''I'll contact you in a few days'' Worwir said, walking back outside the ship.
Ke'Cholo waited until he thought Worwir was back in the ship and then began to take off.
He examined the ship's systems, a class .5 hyperdrive and upgraded weapons system such as a seismic charges, homing missiles and increased basic blasters.
He pulled to far above Raxus Prime and started into hyperspace. Whilst inside he sent a transmission to a girl he had heard about ''Meet me on Coruscant, surface level at Dexter's docking bay, I'll be in bay 60. If 60's been taken by someone else send me a transmission'' He pressed 'send' and it went to a girl called [member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Usually, she didn't respond to messages sent by strangers over the Holonet. But after some quick digging, she discovered just who this '[member="KeCholo"]' was. Now, why would a Duros mercenary need The Black Hat? Nyx had to admit, her curiosity was quite piqued by the message. Some blackmail revealed that his ship had come from a direction indicating he had been on Raxus Prime. Raising an eyebrow, she pulled up a picture of the man's hip, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
Slave 1. Fething Boba Fett's ship. She intimately knew the bounty hunter's legend, and wondered how some lowly merc had aquired it. No matter. Now she only had to go find out what the hell he wanted with her.

She pulled her hood low over her head as she waited on him, just outside bay 60. Sighing she put a hand on her collar, using the comm unit and speech-to-text program to send a message back to the man who had contacted her:
Waiting outside the bay.