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OBJECTIVE //: Distribute Polstine Spice
TAGS //: Open
In the depths of Coruscant's underworld, a dimly lit cantina pulsated with life. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the low hum of conversations, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. It was a dangerous place, where the desperate and the dangerous intermingled, their stories etched into the worn walls. In a secluded corner of the cantina, a figure clad in a bright yellow armored jumpsuit sat alone, nursing a drink. This was none other than Karkosuchus, a seasoned bounty hunter of over 10 years with a reputation for getting things done through any means necessary even if it meant fighting through hordes of vagabonds.
His sharp eyes scanned the room, never missing a single beat and checking the local bounty registry incase one of the targets just so happen to be within the very same room. The Bounty Hunter Game was getting tight and money was not coming in like it used to.
He understood that in this line of work, trust was a luxury that he couldn't afford. Just as Karkosuchus was about to finish a second glass of boga noga, a weary-looking man stumbled into the cantina. A disheveled appearance and a panicked expression caught the attention of the seasoned hunter. The man glanced around nervously before making his way towards the table.
"Are you Karkosuchus?" The man asked, barely above a whisper.
Karkosuchus sized him up for a brief moment, finding him skinny and not worth the trouble of eating. "Depends on who's asking"
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small holodisk. "I have something that might interest you.."
Intrigued, Karkosuchus took the holodisk and activated it. A holographic image materialized before her eyes, revealing a crate of polstine spice within a warehouse. The Bounty Hunter understood that this spice was highly valuable to the right kind of individuals and highly illegal. Perfect job for a man like himself who desperately needed the cash despite being a high value target by the Galactic Alliance.
"I need you to distribute this spice before law enforcement comes," The man said, voice trembling. "I made a few bad decisions and need someone to carry on my usual route." it became clear that the man was a smuggler of some sort.
"Very well, but I will keep all the profit to myself..." Karkosuchus explained; pushing the man aside who went tumbling back due to the considerable strength of the Anointed People. Running Spice was not his typical job but it was better than nothing, exiting out of the broken down cantina onto the street to contact some associates.
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