Bossk sat in a corner of the smokey Smuggler's Run cafe, a cup of green liquor resting on the table in front of him. The scaly Trandoshan was celebrating the refit of his new ship, The Hound's Tooth. He had decided on the name change after equipping the freighter with some badly needed "teeth" - an advanced ion cannon and a concussion missile launcher with a capacity for six missiles – to supplement the now supercharged quad-laser cannon.

The bounty hunter lazily flicked through available bounties on a private Holonet sever operated by the Bounty Hunter's Guild. While bounty hunting was technically illegal, the Empire frequently made use of top bounty hunters and so nobody really enforced the law.

Although Bossk was in no real rush to select a bounty, as his ship was several days from being completely retrofitted, he knew that any lucrative bounty opportunity would not be available for long. And hey, if he happened to come across a local bounty, maybe he could make some credits while his ship was being overhauled.

*click* A group of pirates was raiding ships following the Hydian Way trade route near Bogden. The pirate's leader, a Weequay called Kerlos Luce, was wanted alive by the Hutts. 50,000 Imperial credits.

*click* A human information broker named Ricardo Bardak was being targeted by his former partner after cheating him out of a big deal. Wanted alive/dead. 100,000/50,000 credits.

*click* A ship called the Proud Horizon out of Kessel was seeking escort ships to protect its cargo of illegal glitterstim spice. Contracts ranged from 150,000 credits up, depending on pilot performance and experience.

Bossk picked up his glass, somewhat awkwardly, and took a sip of his Tuskan Sun, relishing the taste of the liquid as it burned the back of his throat. He saved the Proud Horizon contract and send it to the main terminal on the bridge of the Hound's Tooth. If the freighter crew was offering escort contracts starting at 150,000 credits, it meant that they were probably running the valuable spice to an Imperial world, needed the extra protection against Imperial patrols, and expected to make quite a profit. Perhaps he would contact the Empire and offer to capture the freighter and her cargo. For the right price, of course.

Speaking of Imperials, Bossk flipped over to the section of the bounty board that listed Imperial bounties. These were usually more risky, but were much better paid that private posters.

*click* An insurrectionist was reportedly hiding out on Dxun, the largest of the four moons orbiting the planet Onderon. Bounty recently increased to 500,000 credits.

*click* A group of Rebels operating out of the Lothal system has recently been spotted in the markets on Duro. The group was believed by Imperial Security Bureau agents to have officially joined a larger rebel cell seemingly hiding out in the Iskin sector in the Mid Rim. Bounty 350,000 credits.

Bossk paused, his eyes drawn to the provided picture of the group of five. Six if you counted the old astromech driod. His eyes lingered over the female Mandalorian; her armor would make a good trophy for his new ship. Mandalorian armor was becoming increasingly rare in the galaxy as of late and acquiring a custom set like hers would definitely be worth his time.

But it was the young human with the dark blue hair that held his eye; Bossk strained his memory, but couldn't place the face. But there was something about him...

"I still don't think this is a good idea."

"Which part? The moon full of criminals who would just as soon kill us as look at us? Or the looking for a missing Rebel informant when we have no idea where to start?" Kanan joked, eyeing the Lasat.

"Well, I was talking about the part where we split up, but those are perfectly good things to be concerned about."

"Whoa whoa whoa split up?" Sabine entered the room, her helmet tucked under her arm. Her blasters bounced on her hips as she crossed over to where the rest of the crew was sitting. Ezra shot her a grin, but the teenager was all business as she took a seat next to Hera and ignored him.

Zeb cleared his throat. "Hera was just...outlining her plan. She wants to split up the crew."

Bossk shouldered the new BlasTech A280 blaster rifle, his account 1,500 credits lighter. In addition to the rifle, he had purchased an Malaxan Firepower FWG-5 flechette pistol; the lightweight pistol could fire eight pellets each containing hundreds of micro-flechettes. Bossk knew he would rarely draw this pistol as he attempted to take the majority of his bounties alive. He wanted it it simply for those situations when he needed immediate stopping power.

The Trandoshan had accepted a bounty. Somewhere in the Corellian Sector on this monstrosity of a moon was a Rodian named Sadira Ofdoffo who was about to have a very bad day. The very best part about the bounty was that he didn't even have to take the Rodian offworld; the client was another Rodian here on the moon. Bossk just had to drag Ofdoffo back to whoever he had pissed off, and he would be 75,000 credits richer.

He had decided to start his search for the bounty by visiting taverns that specialized in serving homesick Rodians. The profile had told him that Ofdoffo was a drunk and probably not too far away from his next drink.

Bossk hailed an air taxi; he gave the driver, who looked slightly uncomfortable with having a large Trandoshan with a large, lethal looking blaster rifle in his cab, his destination and settled in for the short ride.

"And...umm...keep an eye on Sabine." The crew was splitting up and Zeb had pulled Hera aside as the Twi'lek walked with him towards the Phantom where an impatient Kanan waited. "I know she thinks highly of herself...and she should!" he added hastily as Hera raised an eyebrow. "But that moon is -"

Hera cut him off. "She'll be fine, Zeb. We're not going lower than level 200, we're not leaving the Corellian Sector, and she'll be with me."

Bossk disembarked from the air taxi; the trip to the Great Hunt, an eatery specializing in Rodian cuisine, had been a smooth one. Bossk thrust a handful of credits at the driver, undoubtedly more than the ride was worth and set off towards the cantina. He entered the dim establishment, his sensitive ears assaulted by the pulsing swill the Rodians called music. He made his way to the bar, shoving the odd unfortunate patron, and signaled the bartender.

"What doya like?" The Rodian bartender asked in slightly broken and accented Basic. Bossk reached into a pocket of his flight suit and withdrew a picture of Ofdoffo, slapping in on the counter long with some credits. The bartender pocketed the credits and picked up the picture. He studied it before offering it back to Bossk, who took it.

"No' here. Cheek Rodese Fare. Across way."

Bossk, pocketed the picture, nodded his thanks, and hurriedly left the bar. Thankfully, his next destination was only a short walk away; Bossk had visited this area of the Sector before and knew his way around more than he would have preferred. He made his way towards an open-air market as a light freighter thundered overhead, screaming towards one of the many landing platforms. Bossk paid it little mind as he entered the market, his large frame and blaster rifle ensuring that the crowd gave him a sizable breadth.

Bossk elbowed his way through the crowd and exited the market. He barely spared a glance towards the Corellian YCV-100 that was landing on a nearby pad. The colorful holo display of the Rodese Fare tavern caught his eye as he turned a corner. While the tavern was smaller than the flashy Great Hunt, his holonet search had revealed that it was much loved by it's Rodian clientele.

Ezra had never seen so many people in one place before. Sure there was capital city on Lothal and Bburru Station orbiting Duro, but the sheer density of beings gave the young human pause. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and glance over, expecting to see Hera. To his slight, but pleasant, surprise, Sabine stood beside him, her eyes wide as she took in the vista before her.

Hera walked down the ramp to stand behind the two wide-eyed teenagers. She cleared her throat; the two youngest members of her crew turned, broad grins on both of their faces. Hera smiled back.

"Alright kids, Mom needs a new sensor array for the Ghost. Make me proud."

Bossk was feet from the Rodian Fare when it hit him: the Lothal rebels were reported to use a YCV-100 freighter to evade Imperial capture. He looked over his shoulder towards the landing pads; after a quick mental debate, Bossk turned away from the street and entered the tavern. Perhaps, if there was time after collecting the bounty, he would return to the ship and attempt to find the rebels.

He approached the bar, one hand holding Ofdoffo's picture while the other palmed his holstered flechette pistol. His plan was a simple one: shoot Ofdoffo in the leg, drag the Rodian back, and collect his bounty. He wordlessly dropped the picture on the bar. He saw the human bartender's eyes glance to the right as she studied the picture. He casually turned his head and saw a bluish Rodian, a perfect match with the picture, sitting alone at a corner booth.

Bossk sauntered up to the Rodian; Ofdoffo either didn't notice him or didn't consider him a threat. The Trandoshan drew his pistol and held it behind his back.

"Sadira Ofdoffo?"

A/N Hey guys. Please read and review. I really appreciate feedback to help get better. also, maybe I'll hold the next chapter hostage until I get 10 reviews