The sight of a fully armored Devaronian on Nar Shaddaa meant only one thing to most people. Bounty Hunter. Dal was not one to disappoint in that regard. He had just dropped off a small mark for a rather meager payday to the local hutts. The poor man had squirmed and begged, saying that he didn't have a choice; He'd done what he had to to survive. The Devaronian had responded simply with a sentence that had finally shut him up. "So did I."
Sliding the pair of
Aurodium ingots into the armored pack on his back, which sealed around them, he stepped into the market square, looking around. He needed to find a place to trade these in for a form of currency he could use. The bounty had paid forty thousand. By the time he got the bars converted to credits, minus the fee for doing so, of course, and sent Dremoa's take to him on Nal Hutta, he's only see about twenty thousand. That could keep him floating for at least another month without taking out a loan. He should figure out a new target.
Strolling down the street, he noticed @Malik. The man looked familiar. Almost like... Dal glanced at the bounty board, comparing the face.
Almost like I've seen him before.
Raising his rifle, the Devaronian sent a single stun bolt in the mans direction. A simple, clean shot.
