Early the next morning Belladonna Fett stalked around lower clubs and bars on Coruscant. Slipping into a particularly noisy one, still full of drunkards from the night before, Bella found her employer sitting alone at a small table in the far corner of the room. The young Fett ordered a dink and instantly sat down opposite Miss Vesttiere Marstra who was one of the most generous employers within both the black market and bounty hunter trading systems. It was also know that she had a particular interest with Jedi knights, in fact before the fall of the empire Marstra had worked to find force sensitive beings who could not be turned to the dark side of the force and have them killed.
"So...last night then?" Marstra asked in her smooth, silky voice she used with everyone no matter who she was talking to.
Bella took a small swig of her drink, wondering whether to go full rant on her employer. But within those few seconds Marstra's eyes bore into Bella and she decided to go with one swift sentence. "You told me the Jedi has had only two years of training." Bella said calmly, trying to contain her anger.
"He has had only two years of training." Marstra replied, even more calmly.
At this relaxed tone from the older woman Bella lost control. She slammed her fist onto the table. "That's impossible; nobody could ever have learned skills like that in such short time. You just listen because I want to have this job done, but I can't do it if give me false information. Solo is the one I really want, I'll only be satisfied until he's dead, but this Jedi is standing in my way, so just tell me how the hell I can kill them all!"
Marstra coolly resettled herself upon the chair as if Bella's sudden outburst meant nothing. "The information is correct, if you doubt it accuracy then it is your concern, not mine. I will remind you once more that Skywalker is the last of his kind, and he must indeed be powerful in order to have survived. If you feel that you cannot defeat them then I shall discharge you and have someone else kill them."
This made Bella even more furious, how dare she even consider taking away the honour of killing Solo and his friends. But all she replied with was a firm. "No, I can kill them."
A hint of a smile crossed Marstra's lips. "Well then, you just do it."