MEET THE BOUNTY HUNTER
"It's over." A gravelly voice said, stepping into the vast throne room of the 'Jedi' guild on Illium.
"Eek tuh'zad emnee? (Hunter, your alive?)" The Jedi master said in surprise. The bounty hunter stepped into the room, revealing his dark red armor, heavy boots hitting the floor. His helmet masked his expression, but he was trying very hard not to laugh at the fact the alien's ugly, demented face was twisted in a look of fear and shock.
"It's over, your little operation here..." Krax said, surveying the room while aiming his one pistol at the Jedi's brain. He clicked his tounge, thinking about the briefing that had been forced upon him for the job. This 'order' was 99% a cult, sending off the younglings to mine for uranium annd to scavenge for desh. This man was terrible, and he'd be doing the good thing to murder him where he stood.
"Ugnur ahzaed ak'iuh eemn! (You have no idea what is going on!)" He said hurriedly, scooching away from Krax while he was on the ground.
"I have more than enough details. Stay in hell, motherfu-"
Author's note:
Woow. That alien dialouge was a bad idea. Even though it was COMPLETELY gibberish, my OCD piqued up. Anyways, the Sith Apprentice or the Unknown will be up next. Cya guys, hang tight!