Tyresius Lokai.

Estar jolted at those words, looking up at Mako, "What?"

The girl rolled her eyes. Her boss must not have been paying attention. Again. "Tyresius Lokai. He's a conman with a beautiful price after having crossed about every bigtime criminal in the Outer Rim, which makes him our new target,"

"Can you pull up an image?" Estar asked. She knew that name well. The last time she had heard it was the night her life had once again changed. He had been there the night that Oalvir had died ten years; Lokai was not the murderer, he was their bounty target, but rather a Jedi who had also been in pursuit of him had killed her mentor. By a fluke, Estar had managed to incapacitate both the Jedi and Lokai, but with Oalvir's death, she had nothing to do but run away.

Mako's eyes glazed over as she sifted through the holonet with the cybernetic implants in her brain. However much Estar disliked artificial implants, she could not argue with the convenience of having the holonet only the twitch of an eye away. But she was going to just let Mako keep the tech. No way was she letting someone put crazy electronics in her head. The idea of never being truly alone in her own mind made her dizzy. Mako never knew any other way, having always had the implants her whole life.

"Here you go," Mako announced, blinking to send the image to Estar's datapad. With a nearly simultaneous ping on her device, she received the image.

A scruffy looking Devaronian missing his right horn, it was no doubt him. He looked a little craggier than she remembered, but he had aged by ten years, plus from the looks of his record, the galaxy had not been easy on him. She was actually impressed, and surprised, that he was still alive. Several syndicates, gangs, cartels, and even the Republic had prices on him. After leaving him behind all those years ago, she had assumed he was doomed. Apparently he had somehow escaped the Jedi.

According to his reputation, Tyresius was most certainly going to be a challenge. The most recent tip said his last known location was on Tatooine, a dust ball of a planet that Estar would rather avoid, but since it seemed to be the place to go if you didn't want to be found, she was always going there.

"Fantastic," Estar said, putting down the datapad, "We'd better get going then. He seems to be a slippery one, but I think he's running out of tricks,"

"Sure thing, boss," Mako chirped and cheerfully hopped up to the Mantis's cockpit. Within moments, the ship was whirring into hyper drive. Estar was going to guess that it would take them about an hour to get there, which gave her some time to think of a plan.

"Estar," A quiet voice spoke from the doorway, startling her. She turned to see Tytus standing, partially covered in shadow. His Chiss eyes glowed in the dark, "Who is it we're after this time?" He asked.

"Tyresius Lokai," She replied. He didn't flinch or blink, proving he did not recognize the name. Ten years ago, he had only been a little kid, staying behind while she and Oalvir went out on hunts. Even though he was only three years younger than she was, having to raise him had aged her tremendously, giving her the edge to be a hunter. She never gave him the details of Oalvir's death, figuring it was best just to cut their losses. It had been hard on him. Oalvir had been like a father to them in the short two years they had been with him. Tytus adored him and was distraught when he was gone. She had never told him that a Jedi had been the killer, for he also idolized the mystical order. She couldn't take everything he looked up to in a single blow. Then too much time had passed that she couldn't open up old wounds, either. So, she simply never told him.

A part of her knew that Tytus had known all along though, what had happened. He was different, quiet and wise. Even though no one had ever said it out loud, it was obvious he had the same powers as the Jedi. He chalked it up to instinct and reflexes, but his innate abilities to track down people without clear trails were incredible. Like a blood hound, he was able to get an imprint of someone just by a single belonging, making it possible for him to hunt them down with ease.

However, despite his skill, she also knew Tytus hated the hunting life they lead. There was nothing else they could do, though, for the galaxy was indeed a rough place to live. It was hunt or be hunted.

Tytus nodded solemnly. Estar felt her heart break a tiny bit more every time they had a new job. More than anything, she wanted the best for him. She wanted him to live a happy and comfortable life. He was smart; even if he couldn't train as a Jedi, he could still become something in the galaxy. Being only twenty-two, it wasn't too late for him to get an education, a job, maybe even a family of his own. But he refused to leave her behind in the life that she was trapped too deep in to ever hope to leave. Deep down, she felt that he feared that if he left her, she would only continue to decay, eventually morphing into a monster that thrived on credits and murder, the very thing she hunted. But it probably didn't matter since she was on that path anyway. Her humanity had long since faded away.

Silence had fallen between them.

Estar rubbed a tiny smudge on her gauntlet, "We're going to Tatooine, so make sure you're ready for the heat," She said.

"Alright," He said, vanishing to change his clothes. He didn't wear the armor like she did. Estar never let him join her, shielding him from the dangers of the hunt. His job was to tell her where to go, and that was it. His hands were clean.