Bleep, Bleep,Bleeeep.
"What is it D-1?" Zekk asked as he tinkered with the secondary refresher systems onboard his newly remodeled ship, the Lightning Rod.
Another series of bleeps answered his question.
Putting down the hydrospanner he'd been working with, Zekk walked over to the comm. station and pushed a button to acknowledge whoever it was trying to contact him.
After a few seconds of static, the viewscreen lit up to show a male Devaronian, hands clasped behind his back. On either side of him was a well -armed Trandoshan bodyguard.
"Greetings, Hunter Zekk." The Devaronian known as Foln said in a surprisingly cultured voice.
"Hello yourself," Zekk muttered. "Look, if you're wondering whether I."
"Oh, of course not," Foln assured him. "I simply thought you might want to know that we have traced Kima to somewhere around the remains of Alderaan."
"How?"
Foln looked surprised, as if the answer should have been obvious. "Kima got into a little skirmish with one of the other bounty hunters I hired. Unfortunately, she killed him an the only damage she sustained was hyperdrive failure and 43% reduction in engine capability."
"So I guess this skirmish took place somewhere around Alderaan," Zekk guessed. Foln nodded, not a customary Devaronian gesture but one he had probably picked up from humans.
"Good," Zekk muttered. "I'm not too far away from there now. Anything else?"
"No, not at all. Wouldn't want to keep you from you're merry hunt." Foln gave the Devaronian version of a chuckle that looked a lot like the prelude to a biting attack. His two bodyguards followed suit in an even more grotesque display.
Then, the video and audio began to break up.
"Whoops, whaddya know the signal's breaking up. Wherever you are Foln, its either too far away, or you have bad flatscreen transmitters, or both."
"Well.guess.is goodbye." Foln's voice came in bits and pieces over through the speakers. He reached over to a device on his wrist, and then the transmission ended.
AN/ what do you think so far? Good, bad, please give me a review./
"What is it D-1?" Zekk asked as he tinkered with the secondary refresher systems onboard his newly remodeled ship, the Lightning Rod.
Another series of bleeps answered his question.
Putting down the hydrospanner he'd been working with, Zekk walked over to the comm. station and pushed a button to acknowledge whoever it was trying to contact him.
After a few seconds of static, the viewscreen lit up to show a male Devaronian, hands clasped behind his back. On either side of him was a well -armed Trandoshan bodyguard.
"Greetings, Hunter Zekk." The Devaronian known as Foln said in a surprisingly cultured voice.
"Hello yourself," Zekk muttered. "Look, if you're wondering whether I."
"Oh, of course not," Foln assured him. "I simply thought you might want to know that we have traced Kima to somewhere around the remains of Alderaan."
"How?"
Foln looked surprised, as if the answer should have been obvious. "Kima got into a little skirmish with one of the other bounty hunters I hired. Unfortunately, she killed him an the only damage she sustained was hyperdrive failure and 43% reduction in engine capability."
"So I guess this skirmish took place somewhere around Alderaan," Zekk guessed. Foln nodded, not a customary Devaronian gesture but one he had probably picked up from humans.
"Good," Zekk muttered. "I'm not too far away from there now. Anything else?"
"No, not at all. Wouldn't want to keep you from you're merry hunt." Foln gave the Devaronian version of a chuckle that looked a lot like the prelude to a biting attack. His two bodyguards followed suit in an even more grotesque display.
Then, the video and audio began to break up.
"Whoops, whaddya know the signal's breaking up. Wherever you are Foln, its either too far away, or you have bad flatscreen transmitters, or both."
"Well.guess.is goodbye." Foln's voice came in bits and pieces over through the speakers. He reached over to a device on his wrist, and then the transmission ended.
AN/ what do you think so far? Good, bad, please give me a review./