"Uba eenu gosp haku vuun uba naga, vampa owabo he solo-!" the hutt pleaded to the bounty hunter moments before the three distinctive bangs of a large slugthrower pistol echoed throughout the now empty palace. The Hutt: Boronto Desilijic Yompu, better known in his domain as Boronto the Man-Eater, would slump forward dead. His sheer mass would keep him upright, the three holes in his gut already leaking thick viscous blood which would begin to pool on the floor. If the bounty hunter's visor was reading correctly, each slug had hit a vital organ.
As she approached she couldn't help but think that if it had been up to her Boronto would've died far slower. And as she slid the vibroknife out of her boot holster and, began slicing out the bulge of Hutt flesh containing the Desilijic tattoo on Boronto's flank, she would continue to think of the many gruesome ways she would've taken the Hutt's life. But ultimately her fantasies were for naught; the contract was very specific. The tattoo, and flesh attached, would come off and be half-hazardly thrown to the side as the bounty hunter would step back and over a dead guard's torso.
The room was littered with bodies. When the bounty hunter had began her assault most of the guards had fled inward, building a protective barrier around their liege. It hadn't done them much good in the end, no amount of credits was worth being killed. Sure credits were worth killing over, but the bounty hunter had never understood why mercs fought to the end; no good in fighting if you know you'll lose and won't get paid eitherway.
After glancing around at the room filled with her handiwork she would snap a quick picture using her visor, the image being directly sent to her employer via the Holonet. As she awaited a reply the bounty hunter would begin to make her way out of the palace, grabbing a few bottles of expensive alcohol on the way. She would go room by room, quietly grabbing anything that looked expensive and loading them up in the mostly hollow astromech she had brought along for such looting purposes. The thing wasn't much better than a bucket with wheels and enough brains to steer them, but she found herself talking to it as she looted.
"I never understood Hutts.." she'd hum "So powerful yet always stumbling over eachother in petty little squabbles."
Her employer was another Hutt out on Dathomir, at least that's what all the intel she could gather told her. The bounty hunter had never talked with her employer directly, just various envoys and henchmen who carried honeyed words and the credits to back them up.
"Like.. I've killed... three Hutts now? Each a little crimelord, each time removing the tattoo, each time making it as public and flashy as possible. What good does this do? The slug on Dathomir isn't going to have the man power to come all the way out here to pick up the pieces and they're just inviting retaliation from the clans they're picking fights with. Sure it helps me. Builds a reputation, though I'll probably have to lay low soon until the heat from all this dies down. Maybe go work in old Chiss space? The unknown regions don't have that much Hutt influence yea?"
She'd turn to look at the astromech as if expecting the answer, but the hollowed out droid filled with loot and towing more behind it in a makeshift sled simply stared blankly forward.
Before she would have a chance to chastize the droid, who she knew was incapable of a response anyway, her visor would light up with a message. She found herself grinning, looking over the massive payment she had received and the simple words "There Will Be More."
"Of course there'll be more." she'd hum, before moving to leave the palace; loot in tow.
In fact, more had arrived before she had even settled back in to her ship. Another contract, this time half way across the galaxy to hit another Hutt lord; same requirements as last time. Hit fast, hit hard, be flashy, kill quickly, remove the tattoo. Simple instructions, simple work.
With the flick of a few switches the old junker of a craft would rev to life, the shaking of the whole craft feeling comfortable and familiar as the bounty hunter would settle in to the pilot's seat. With the flare and kick of the engines the craft would take off, the bounty hunter quietly and deftly taking the craft up and out of the planet's atmosphere.
"Hutts.." she'd chuckle, her mind once again trying to piece together what exactly was going on. Gang War? One she hadn't heard about, and all the players were small fries. It made no sense for someone out in Dathomir to be competing with anyone out here. Vengeance? Maybe? But all the clans were different so far, some of them even rivals. She doubted any of these Hutts even knew eachother. The only thing that connected them was that she had been hired to kill them.
Her mind would race for a few moments more before she'd let out an amused sigh
"At least they keep me employed."
