Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so please bear with me. Now, before we start, there's the ever popular:
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I stepped off the ship, took a deep breath, and winced. Nothing like the stench of a Hutt. I thought. But I'm gonna need one to get in. I walked into the spaceport. Of course, there was the usual fights, black market deals, and the ever popular spice offers. Upon exiting the spaceport, I was shocked at what I saw. Jiguuna, supposedly the safest part of Hutta, was a war zone. I had to get to the Poison Pit, on the other side of the fighting. I checked my blaster. Time for some practice. I ran out into the fray, fighting my way through to the cantina. I got there eventually, tired, sweaty, and thirsty. I headed up to the counter. "Water," I said. The bartender handed me a glass. I chugged it down and walked toward the room Brayden had rented.
I walked into the room. There was a young girl talking to Braden. "Sure thing, Braden," She said. "We'll be-" Then she saw me. "Hey now," She said.
"Hey indeed," He said. "The main attraction is here. Team, this is the guy we're pinning all our hopes on. Best shot I've ever seen, and nerves of steel too. He's great hunt material all right. What do say, hunter? Ready to meat your team?"
"Sure thing," I said. "Especially this gorgeous young lady."
She blushed, but Braden moved on. "Let's do this official. This is Mako, a little genius I picked up on Nar Shadaa. She provides the tech and Intel."
"Hope your as good as the old man says," She teased, grinning at Braden.
"And the big bruiser is Jory," Braden said, unaffected by Mako's teasing. "He handles all the heavy lifting and provides security for our base of operations."
The Nikto nodded. "Greetings," He said, in Nikto of course. "I am at your disposal. Feel free to make us all incredibly wealthy and famous."
"That's the plan," I replied.
"Looking foreword to it," Said Mako. I gave her a wink. Again she blushed and looked away.
"All right, enough introductions. And flirting. Down to business. We're here because the Great Hunt has been called. Little Mako here is the most rabid fan of hunter history this side of Geonosis, and even she doesn't know exactly what the Great Hunt entails."
"I do know the name of every Great Hunt winner though," Mako said. "Bloodworthy, The Defenestrator, Jewl'a Nightbringer-"
"Every bounty hunter who's won a Great Hunt," Braden cut in. "Went on to massive glory and riches. Which is why we're here."
"Let's do this thing," I said.
"First, here's what I know," Mako said. "The Great Hunt has two groups, the Mandalorian elite, and the freelance bounty hunters sponsored by influential crime lords. You're not a Mandalorian, and we don't have time to make you one, so you need a sponsor."
"Like Nem'ro," I finished.
"He runs this stinking little town," Braden said, taking over. "I've got just enough pull with that gang to get you an introduction." He turned to Mako. "Scan for every bounty in the area. I want the nastiest, most brutal, untouchable scum you can find."
"Works for me," I said. "Nothing I can't handle." Not after what they did to me. I couldn't help but think. Lehiro, stop thinking like that. I scolded myself. You're doing this to put it behind you. Great, now I'm arguing with myself.
"I'm in it," Mako replied. "One nasty character, coming up."
"We need to get you suited up as a big time hunter," Braden told me. "Or at least as far as the locals know. Then you contact Nem'ro."
"Makes sense to me," I replied. "Get in good with the men, then strike. Just like a hunt."
"Exactly," Brayden said. "Mako will plant rumors about your off world exploits. But you have to take down someone impressive, and local, to sell the reputation."
"Mako's seeming lovelier by the minute," I said. She tried not to show any response, but I saw the look she gave me.
"I found something," She said, trying to act casual. "Check this out: Vexx, Corellian, champion quick draw artist, wanted for robbing fifteen Imperial pay stations."
"Of all the places to get credits," Jory mused. "Why would a sane being rob an Imperial pay station?"
"Perfect," Braden said. After seeing the look on my face, he explained. "This Vexx is either a madman or a glory hound, and he's obviously dangerous."
"Says here that Vexx has a safe house in the bad part of town, right in the heart of the madness," Mako read. "That'll be fun."
"Nem'ro the Hutt's enemy, Fa'athra, took over part of Jiguuna. It's dangerous poking around in there, but it's your best shot. Raid Vexx's safe house, and look for something that might help us track him down. But be ready for anything."
"Don't worry," I told him. "I always am. And while I'll be out risking my neck for this, you three will be?"
"We'll be setting up a support system so that you can build a reputation," Braden replied. "Now get to it."
I nodded. "Right away." I headed out, checking my map to see just where Vexx's safe house was. I will get into the Great Hunt, I thought to myself. No matter how far I have to go. Who knows? Maybe I'll kill a few Sith along the way. The thought brought a smile to my face. As I was walking out, a man called me over.