STOLEN CODES
JOB TYPE? GIG: PERSONAL; PRIVATE CONTRACT
LOCATION: WAYLAND; DARK STAR CANTINA
Somewhere in a bar in the Wayland Hex sat Kara Moonlighter, feet kicked up and drink in hand. the bar itself was a dingy basement type of deal. Couple of slot machines, two security cameras and a few IG Hunter Droids for security. Place was a shadow-port owned by a Verdana the Hutt, known affiliate of the Underworld. Kara brought her death stick to her lips and inhaled, letting the spice spiked thang addle her brain.
Her holo message played across the screens of port.
//Message 3C: Contract Available:///
//Open//
// Needed, a few pilots and a good gun for hire. One job on the Sith Border worlds, in space. One quarter creds up front, no questions ax'ed, rest upon completin'
Fee is 10.000 Creds per head that shows.
//Close?//
Yeah she wasn't exactly advertising it was her but they'd know her by her digital signature if they were smart enough to look. Besides this was far enough from Coruscant. Shouldn't be any bounties on her head this far out right?
She raised a bottle, letting amber liquid cascade into a dingy tin cup and leaned back in the booth. Now it was just a waiting game...
JOB TYPE? GIG: PERSONAL; PRIVATE CONTRACT
LOCATION: WAYLAND; DARK STAR CANTINA
Somewhere in a bar in the Wayland Hex sat Kara Moonlighter, feet kicked up and drink in hand. the bar itself was a dingy basement type of deal. Couple of slot machines, two security cameras and a few IG Hunter Droids for security. Place was a shadow-port owned by a Verdana the Hutt, known affiliate of the Underworld. Kara brought her death stick to her lips and inhaled, letting the spice spiked thang addle her brain.
Her holo message played across the screens of port.
//Message 3C: Contract Available:///
//Open//
// Needed, a few pilots and a good gun for hire. One job on the Sith Border worlds, in space. One quarter creds up front, no questions ax'ed, rest upon completin'
Fee is 10.000 Creds per head that shows.
//Close?//
Yeah she wasn't exactly advertising it was her but they'd know her by her digital signature if they were smart enough to look. Besides this was far enough from Coruscant. Shouldn't be any bounties on her head this far out right?
Can only hope.
She raised a bottle, letting amber liquid cascade into a dingy tin cup and leaned back in the booth. Now it was just a waiting game...