Y'toub System – Nar Shaddaa

I had an audience with the Hutt, at his club Diverso. Usually, one had to earn the attention of a Hutt to talk with one. In this case, I had to talk to him. Forced was the better term. His Gank thugs, Gorman, and his bounty hunting team were all dead. It was a lost investment and he wanted answers. I stood before him in his Club's loft. The music downstairs kept beating up and down, playing along to the mix of female Human and Twi'lek dancers, while purple and blue stage lights zipped around the entertainment.

"You better have answers for me Mandalorian." Rajja began. His other thugs, flanking him, kept their attention on me. This could get ugly.

"We intercepted Cassus on Socorro. There was a long firefight. He had allies. We defeated them and killed Cassus, but the team was killed too."

Rajja shouted at no one in particular. He was plain angry. After a few moments, he spoke. "Gorman is dead, my Ganks are in a million pieces, and my bounty hunters are food for the carrion birds. And all that's left is you. What am I supposed to do about this, hmm? How do I even know Cassus is really dead, and you're not lying?"

From my utility pouch, I produced Cassus' armor's mantle. It was a face mask, complete with T-visor. I held it up for Rajja to see. Rajja, perched on his dais, looked at it and sighed.

"This is disappointing. I invested a lot in this, and you have nothing to show except Cassus' mask. Mandalorian, the only reason I'm not having you killed is because a very influential associate of mine requested you be put on this job. Consider yourself lucky."

"Understood, Rajja."

"Your credits will be transferred to your account Mandalorian. Now get out of my club!"

I left promptly, back out into the uncaring, infested streets of Nar Shaddaa. The job was done, I was getting paid, and that was it. None of it seemed right though. The job was a failure. My fellows were dead, the target escaped, and here I was lying to my client. Great start to the bounty hunting life.

After a while of walking, I made my way into some bar. It was nothing special, not like a club or anything fancy. Just some place where I could get a drink. I got to the bar counter, and the Duros bartender came over. He asked "What are you having, Mando?"

I ordered an ale, and he went to get one. As I sat on the bar stool waiting, I got a ringing chime sound in my helmet. Identifying it, I was alerted to an incoming message on my ship. The bartender returned with a pint glass. Now more curious about the message, I dropped some creds on the counter and pushed the drink over to the patron next to me. Whatever. I left the bar promptly and walked back through the dank streets of Nar Shaddaa.

I returned to the landing pads and got inside my ship. Closing the door behind me, I accessed the message. It was a voice recording from…Zu'mar Duras'sie. Guess he heard about the job too. I clicked 'play' on the dashpanel and listened.

Douglas, I heard about the job I sent you on. I'm sorry it didn't go as planned. There may be light at the end of the tunnel though, if you see fit to find it. Some of my associates, a few merchants, are interested in meeting you. They're interested in certain…items you've acquired. If you're not feeling too sentimental about them, perhaps you'd like to meet my associates and make a business transaction? I am sending you coordinates of the meeting location. Till next time, Mandalorian.

I viewed the coordinates he sent, and raised my brow. Interesting…I turned back around in the seat, and looked at Cassus' armor and pistol. I didn't like any of this. I didn't like hunting Cassus, I didn't like other hunters dying, and I didn't like lying. Maybe keeping that armor was like keeping a bad memory. Sitting in my ship thinking, I tuned in to the holonet, just for some white noise. That didn't help either.

BREAKING! We've just received word of a Sith attack! According to top sources, the Sith have bombarded Telos with nuclear weapons! We have no word on survivors at the moment, but the estimated losses are in the billions. We'll keep you updated as the situation unfolds!

I switched off the holonet, upset and somewhat disturbed. Damn shame. Telos was a nice planet, even for a Republic world. I shook my head. After a few moments of thought, I took the ship up off the landing pad, into the skies above Nar Shaddaa, and then blasted off into hyperspace.

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Outer Rim – Yavin System

Yavin Station

I landed the Basilisk in one of the few landing bays on this old hunk'a'junk, and made my way inside. Walking down a long passageway, broken up by turbo-doors, eventually I reached the main hold, and discovered three Rodians. They looked at me. One of them, an older looking Rodian, approached me. He spoke to me in Huttese.

"Ah, you must be Zu'mar's mercenary he was telling us about. Douglas Fett, yes?"

"Correct."

"My name is Suvam Tan, the owner of this station. I buy and sell rare items for the right price. These are my two associates, Adum Larp and B'ree." Suvam said. Joining him were the other two Rodian merchants, who greeted me cordially. Knowing most Rodians, I would have thought they were mercenaries out to take me down for whatever reason. I had my weapons primed the whole meeting. These three, however, seemed harmless. They were as they said, just simple merchants.

"And what can I help you with?" I asked.

"They are quite interested in those pieces of equipment Zu'mar told us about. Very rare, very unique items. A certain armor set and blaster, yes?" Suvam said. I smirked behind my helmet. Merchants, always looking for a good deal. I knew what they wanted. I had Cassus' armor and blaster pistol stuffed away in a tuft box on the ship.

"You mean Cassus' armor and his pistol." I replied.

"Yes, yes yes yes. Adum and B'ree are offering fair prices for them. Show the Mandalorian what you're offering." Suvam said. The other two Rodian merchants produced datapads from their vest pockets, pressed a few buttons, and showed them to me. I looked at the datapads, and the numbers scrolled across each. Behind my visor, I smiled.

To Adum and B'ree I said, "Gentlemen, let's do business."

DOUGLAS FETT MISSION PORTION: COMPLETE