Is your heart made of flesh or stone?
Down an alleyway on a far off planet I run for my life. An armoured figure through the mist is what I'd describe myself as at this time. I skid around a corner, my shoulder cape flying from my right shoulder to my left briefly before flying behind the right again as I ran. Five plasma bolts hit the wall I just skid into not three seconds ago. An explosion from behind knocked me to my knees.
"Damn this is not what I had in mind." A second explosion from two meters away knocked me into the ground. As I lay there my life flashes before my eyes.
One year prior
"Master, I think it's time to stop moping" The droid I scavenged a while back says to me. He's an old republic model of the RX-77 series. His head is a rectangle box with a glowing optic node set into the middle of it. His structure is similar to the battle droids from the clone wars some twenty to thirty years ago. I don't know exactly how long ago it was, I never bothered to ask. But his structure is more armoured and thicker.
"unnnm, leave me be. I've been bored for a couple months because of no bounties or run away sith have come out of hiding." I say as my words are muffled by the pillow that my face is currently imbedded into. My shoulder length hair is sprawled everywhere on the bed and pillow. "I hate this... I want peace but I don't at the same time."
"Mistress I think your old mandolorain upbringing is coming up again. Also may I suggest smaller jobs perhaps? I know the hutt cartel..."
"screw the Hutts, those fat low paying slugs don't deserve my skills" I groan through my pillow before rolling over and looking at him. "And I thought I told you not to call me that anymore." I add to my own statement while seventy-seven apologizes and grabs a small crate out of the corner.
"I am aware of your hatred of the Hutts master but with Jabba dead many Hutts are fighting for his spot." He shows me a crate full of my casual clothes as I am laying with only my underwear on the bed. "And many are more than willing to pay for the elimination of their competition."
I listen intently as I put on my shirt and shorts before I reply to seventy-seven. "Fine I'll talk to them. With luck it won't be too much of a bother, and they'll pay well." I saunter towards the cockpit of my tiny ship and sit in my seat. I get a search going of all the Hutts or gangsters that wants Jabbas contacts and resources. I grab my helmet next to me and put it on. The helmet is of a standard Mandolorain commando design with the typical T shaped visor that the Mandolorains seem to love; the front has a complex rebreather system making it look similar to a pilots helmet. 'My suit is similar to Boba Fett in more ways then I probably care to admit' I think to myself while I type away. 'Too bad he fell'. A light beeping distracts me from my thoughts.
"So the Hutt decides to call back." I push the comms button and turn on the voice masking feature in my helmet.
Translated from Huttese "Ah good to see you Nyme your reputation precedes you."
"Enough flattery Aragga." I reply in a grumpy tone. "I understand that you need my services in order to move up in the universe. So what do you need me to do?"
"Hmph every bit as impatient as I've heard." He croaks out his face morphing into a smile. "Very well I need you to eliminate a few targets of mine and then baby sit a hacker of mine in order to secure a few hmm assets." As he finishes a loud dry wheeze is heard, then a slow exhale. As he finishes his little smoke as it were he speaks up again. "I will give you the names and last known locations of the rascals then I will let you know where to go for my hacker."
"sounds reasonable but what's the pay?" I retort wondering just how silly or high this hutt might be if he calls his hits rascals.
"Hmmm Six thousand sounds reasonable I-" He was cut off.
"Six thousand! You want me to stroll around the galaxy for six thousand credits?!" I yell at him completely insulted that he would pay that much.
"Oh no you misunderstand they are leaders of a small rival gang I want taken out it's nothing too big plus they are all on the same planet so it's not too hard." He responds quickly to sooth my anger which it does a little. He then takes another puff before continuing. "The police don't care about them so you can take them out by any means as long as it's not in public. And it's six thousand each and there's five." He let it sink in.
I debated with it for a moment before I solidified my answer. "I'll take your job Arabba but why the small fry?"
"I just don't have the men to deal with them and besides that this will be a good way for me to see your skill for myself before I engage you in some more how shall I say... sketchy work."
"Alright I agree to your terms just send me the info and I'll be on my way." There was the sound of a huff before the line was cut. It wasn't the first time that someone sent me on the little guys to test my worth, but when a Hutt says sketchy something really bad must be about to happen.