Galaar Fett
Ba’buir
Location: Pzob – Southern hemisphere forests
Equipment: Beskar’gram, enhanced EE-3’s, Duel DE-10 pistols, mandalorain gauntlets
Objective: Clear out the slavers, rescue the slaves
Tags: [member="Connory Monroe"]
Pzob. A planet ravaged by constant civil warfare as power hungry warlords attempted to take control over the planet’s many natural resources. A place that many planets of the galaxy considered it to be a wasteland, a backwater planet. In turn, it had become a place that could be a haven for those that wanted to be out of the galaxy’s public eye. Those that wished to engage in practices that many in the galaxy thought to be disgusting and a thing of the past.
One of these practices could be considered more predatory than most. Slavery, a thing that only existed freely on these backward, nowhere planets any more. Most planets had completely abolished the practice at this point, yet planets like Pzob thrived on the economy. As children’s parents’ died in the wars, they were left to their own devises, and would inevitably end up in one of the many slaver camps spread out around the planets surface. It was a disgusting, predatory practice, but the slavers paid off the local warlords, so everyone kept to their own business.
Thankfully, there were those that were off world that wished to put an end to these types of practices. Contracts, put up to the bounty hunters that had a heart, gave the kill order on many of these slavers. Most of the time, these contracts also stipulated that the slaves be rescued as well, as they were susceptible to be captured once again if left to their own devises. It was noble cause, one that paid well enough, making it worth it on both facets.
This was the description of the contract that Galaar had taken. Wipe out the slavers of a small camp on the planet’s southern hemisphere, rescue the slaves, then collect the large stack of credits waiting for him. However, the contract already had another interested party, and instead of giving it to both of them separately, the contract holder, probably in fear that the hunters would get reckless in their fight to beat out the other and hurt some of the slaves, gave it to both of them and stipulated they must work together.
It wasn’t exactly ideal for the Mandalorian, as he knew next to nothing about the woman who had been paired up with him. All he had been given was a last name, Monroe. The hunters were left to their own devises to figure out everything else. It was in their best interest to work together as well, as the contract holder had made sure to make it clear he was willing to make the payout smaller if there was any sense of foul play.
To do this, Galaar had set up a meeting point for him and the woman, a kilometer from where the slaver camp was. The meeting point was a smaller clearing, large enough to land two smaller ships, and was encircled by trees. The Mandalorian had been sure to arrive early, check the surrounding area for any patrols, before making his way back to the clearing and await the arrival of the fellow hunter. With his helmet under his arm, EE-3 strapped to his back, he might give off a relaxed vibe. But once the job got started, there would be no relaxation.
These slavers were some vile, disgusting people. If Galaar had his way, they would all suffer a very painful death. He could only hope his fellow hunter would feel the same.
Equipment: Beskar’gram, enhanced EE-3’s, Duel DE-10 pistols, mandalorain gauntlets
Objective: Clear out the slavers, rescue the slaves
Tags: [member="Connory Monroe"]
Pzob. A planet ravaged by constant civil warfare as power hungry warlords attempted to take control over the planet’s many natural resources. A place that many planets of the galaxy considered it to be a wasteland, a backwater planet. In turn, it had become a place that could be a haven for those that wanted to be out of the galaxy’s public eye. Those that wished to engage in practices that many in the galaxy thought to be disgusting and a thing of the past.
One of these practices could be considered more predatory than most. Slavery, a thing that only existed freely on these backward, nowhere planets any more. Most planets had completely abolished the practice at this point, yet planets like Pzob thrived on the economy. As children’s parents’ died in the wars, they were left to their own devises, and would inevitably end up in one of the many slaver camps spread out around the planets surface. It was a disgusting, predatory practice, but the slavers paid off the local warlords, so everyone kept to their own business.
Thankfully, there were those that were off world that wished to put an end to these types of practices. Contracts, put up to the bounty hunters that had a heart, gave the kill order on many of these slavers. Most of the time, these contracts also stipulated that the slaves be rescued as well, as they were susceptible to be captured once again if left to their own devises. It was noble cause, one that paid well enough, making it worth it on both facets.
This was the description of the contract that Galaar had taken. Wipe out the slavers of a small camp on the planet’s southern hemisphere, rescue the slaves, then collect the large stack of credits waiting for him. However, the contract already had another interested party, and instead of giving it to both of them separately, the contract holder, probably in fear that the hunters would get reckless in their fight to beat out the other and hurt some of the slaves, gave it to both of them and stipulated they must work together.
It wasn’t exactly ideal for the Mandalorian, as he knew next to nothing about the woman who had been paired up with him. All he had been given was a last name, Monroe. The hunters were left to their own devises to figure out everything else. It was in their best interest to work together as well, as the contract holder had made sure to make it clear he was willing to make the payout smaller if there was any sense of foul play.
To do this, Galaar had set up a meeting point for him and the woman, a kilometer from where the slaver camp was. The meeting point was a smaller clearing, large enough to land two smaller ships, and was encircled by trees. The Mandalorian had been sure to arrive early, check the surrounding area for any patrols, before making his way back to the clearing and await the arrival of the fellow hunter. With his helmet under his arm, EE-3 strapped to his back, he might give off a relaxed vibe. But once the job got started, there would be no relaxation.
These slavers were some vile, disgusting people. If Galaar had his way, they would all suffer a very painful death. He could only hope his fellow hunter would feel the same.
