-Okay, I realized using bold is kind of copying some other authors. If anyone cares that I'm using bold in pre or post chapter crap, tell me and I'll change it. In the meantime, DEAL WITH IT! Anyway, R&R people-SF12
Bounty hunters. Jedi. Usually complete opposites, when you thought about it.
Then, how was Teron friends with a bounty hunter? Besko wondered.
His Master had explained everything on the ride to Coruscant.
"You see, Besko, my friend Drell Laserfire may be a bounty hunter, but he mainly works for the Republic. He is a member of a bounty hunting team, dubbed the Quartette, which does jobs like disposing of dangerous criminals or other menaces. While, of course, he can't always work for the Republic, he usually does. But, if there is anything Drell is good at, second to his combat skills, it's his information-gathering skills. He'll know who that Teevan is, trust."
And even as their rented speeder parked outside of a small tavern, Besko still did not understand. However, he got the feeling that he would find out soon.
Teron turned to his apprentice before the Jedi entered the bar.
"I trust Drell with my life, and I get the feeling the rest of the Quartette are okay, but there may be other people here this morning. Be careful."
They stepped inside. There were several suspicious people, but one table was full of laughter and smiles. A man with even darker hair than Besko was standing up and telling a story. "So then, he goes 'you killed that gundark? But that was my dinner!'"
Loud guffaws came from the man's audience, until a listener turned and saw the Jedi. He had brown hair and suspicious eyes. "Drell! Intruders!" he yelled.
Immediately, the dark-haired man whipped around, quick-drawing his blaster pistol. When he saw Teron, he grinned and holstered his weapon.
"Teron! You gave me quite a scare, man! How're you doing?"
"Just fine, Drell. This is my Padawan Learner, Besko Orion."
Drell grinned and shook Besko's hand, which tried not to recoil. This person was a criminal, no matter what Teron said! He was a bounty hunter!
"And to what do I owe this unexpected, delightful surprise? Last time I saw you, you were helping me out with those two Dugs and their soldiers that attacked me."
Teron winced. "If my memory suffices, it was ten Dugs, my friend. And maybe they wouldn't have attacked you if you hadn't called them cheap equivalents to Kowakian Monkey Lizards…"
"Ah, maybe. I guess we'll never know. Oh, and I believe you've met the Quartette, or most of it, back when it was the Trio. But, to refresh your memory…this is Lieda." Drell teased.
A woman about thirty, with chestnut-colored hair and eyes smiled at Teron and Besko. She didn't look much like a bounty hunter, with only one vibro-shiv and lot of hi-tech devices on her belt. Besko assumed she was group technician, and Drell confirmed this.
"And this is Jet, our newest member of the Quartette, the only one you haven't met."
A man with sandy hair, and a blaster rifle nodded at the Jedi. Teron also noticed that a prized-looking jet-pack sat on his shoulders, which obviously was the cause of his namesake.
"And, of course, you remember Minorto. I daresay I could call you…allies?"
The only way the brown-haired man acknowledged Teron's presence was by glaring silently, yet furiously, at him, and tightening his grip around his force pike.
Minorto seemed to deeply distrust Jedi, by the look in his eye. He never took his eyes off of Besko and Teron, as if they would suddenly brandish their lightsabers and announce that he was under arrest at any moment.
"So, I would assume that you are here to see a good friend and have fun, but you're so busy with your Jedi lifestyle-" Here Drell paused and comically feigned wiping a tear from his eye-"…so that's out of the question. Need some information, I'm guessing."
Teron smiled. "Sort of, Drell. I'm looking for a bounty hunter."
The atmosphere at the table changed considerably after that statement. Minorto hefted his force pike and readied himself for a fight. Others at the table casually slipped their hands down and grasped blasters. Only Drell and Lieda remained calm.
Trying to make a joke out of it and soothe his fellow hunters, Drell laughed. "Well, I'd say you found one! Or two. Or three…"
Teron shook his head. "I'm looking for a Teevan hunter, normal size and build. He carries repeaters and doesn't seem to talk much. Deadly."
"Him, eh? Mysterious guy, he is. His name is Etarn. Doesn't really socialize. Heads out to an Outer Rim planet almost every day."
Teron's face fell. "I take it you don't know which?"
"Nope. But, he eats at that table over there now and then. In fact…"
Teron glanced over at the indicated table. There, a cloaked figure sat. Inconspicuously, he turned and saw Teron watching him. Quickly, he ran toward the door. As he did so, his cloak flapped up slightly, and Teron saw a flash of silver-gray skin. It was Etarn.
Teron and Besko raced to stop the Teevan, but, to their dismay, Etarn still had a jet-pack. He rocketed away while Teron's frustration welled up inside. If only he could catch the hunter, this matter could be solved without more damage. But, though the airspeeder was in good condition, it was bulky enough not to able to fit in some places which the Teevan could use to escape! And there was nothing else…except…
Teron eyed Jet's jet-pack.
"Could I borrow that?"
-Not sure if I like this chapter or dislike it. Oh and Lieda is pronounced LEE-EDA. Okay, no idea how to do the next one, but after that, its crystal clear to me. R&R-SF12
