Post by Guts on Jun 25, 2004 6:54:33 GMT -5
Yeah yeah, I know I'm not a BH anymore, but hey I did have some fun! And besides, they make for great stories.
So enjoy! If you guys like it, I'll keep writing
Joy, another boring day of bounties, I thought to myself as I walked up to the terminal that would soon tell me who exactly I’d be playing my little game of chase with today. The usual customers came up; I was so used to seeing the names that the reality of how dangerous these factions could be didn’t even register to me anymore. My gloved fingers moving across the terminal, I scanned for anything new, anything that seemed like it would be exciting, anything that would present a challenge… other than the challenge of making it to the cursed shuttle on time.
Glancing quickly over the names again, I decided on a routine Jabba bounty, you know the kind; so-and-so made the big slime ball mad, now so-and-so needs to die. At one point, earlier in my career, I might have felt some pity for killing based on such a inane reason, but in my experiences, the mark usually deserves to die because of some other unspeakable deed they’ve committed. Without even looking at the name, I connected my data pad to the terminal and began to upload the information I’d need to track this ‘criminal’.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”<br>
Before most people could even blink, I spun around and had my scatter drawn, pointed directly at where the voice, well, should have been; except that there was nothing there. I had my helmet stored away in my swoop, so I couldn’t use any technological methods to check for someone with a cloaking device, but then again, I didn’t need to. Hunting people for a living tends to, enhance, a persons senses, and I knew that there wasn’t anyone near me. The area of Mos Eisley in which my ‘special’ terminal was located, was not frequented by most anyway. Glancing quickly around again, and seeing nothing, I holstered my pistol and turned back to the terminal. The upload was complete, time for another routine bounty. Yet as I walked back to my emerald colored swoop, I couldn’t help but wonder why anyone, or anything for that matter, would attempt to stop me from killing this mark. I mean, It’s just another bounty, isn’t it?
So enjoy! If you guys like it, I'll keep writing
Joy, another boring day of bounties, I thought to myself as I walked up to the terminal that would soon tell me who exactly I’d be playing my little game of chase with today. The usual customers came up; I was so used to seeing the names that the reality of how dangerous these factions could be didn’t even register to me anymore. My gloved fingers moving across the terminal, I scanned for anything new, anything that seemed like it would be exciting, anything that would present a challenge… other than the challenge of making it to the cursed shuttle on time.
Glancing quickly over the names again, I decided on a routine Jabba bounty, you know the kind; so-and-so made the big slime ball mad, now so-and-so needs to die. At one point, earlier in my career, I might have felt some pity for killing based on such a inane reason, but in my experiences, the mark usually deserves to die because of some other unspeakable deed they’ve committed. Without even looking at the name, I connected my data pad to the terminal and began to upload the information I’d need to track this ‘criminal’.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”<br>
Before most people could even blink, I spun around and had my scatter drawn, pointed directly at where the voice, well, should have been; except that there was nothing there. I had my helmet stored away in my swoop, so I couldn’t use any technological methods to check for someone with a cloaking device, but then again, I didn’t need to. Hunting people for a living tends to, enhance, a persons senses, and I knew that there wasn’t anyone near me. The area of Mos Eisley in which my ‘special’ terminal was located, was not frequented by most anyway. Glancing quickly around again, and seeing nothing, I holstered my pistol and turned back to the terminal. The upload was complete, time for another routine bounty. Yet as I walked back to my emerald colored swoop, I couldn’t help but wonder why anyone, or anything for that matter, would attempt to stop me from killing this mark. I mean, It’s just another bounty, isn’t it?
