First Reply Herglic Space: Small Fish Big Pond

[Tilon Quill]

Herglic Space: a complex knot of forty worlds, not far out from the Core and well within the Alliance but certainly distinct, a pre-Republic power.

Herglic vessels and trade stations — like this one overlooking hardscrabble swampy Kooda — were built at a larger-than-humanoid scale. Even just leaning on a rail to look out a window, was an entertainingly unusual prospect.

The railing was at neck height. Tilon rested both firearms on it and his jaw or cheek on the backs of his hands, depending on what ship or cargo module caught his eye. He mumbled words in Herglese, always practicing. Most Herglics spoke Basic too on an ancient trade station like this, but learning the language had been almost half the reason he'd come to lose himself in Herglic territory. You could live a hundred lifetimes here and still have more to see. You could maybe forget a regret or two along the way.

Peripherally aware of everything — you had to be here, being so relatively small — he glanced sidelong as someone passed nearby or came to the panoramic window. Like him, they weren't a Herglic, making them unusual on a station this deep into Herglic Space.

"Come for the view?"


OOC/ Down for anything at any scale. Surprise me!

 

[Koda Fett]

The sound of clinking spurs accompanied each booted footfall, with steps sounding heavy against the reinforced metal walkway, though notably lighter than any Herglic's might be. The voice that broke the stranger's silence was low, rough, and tinny by virtue of the weathered helmet. "Not exactly," he said with a wry wit.

He flashed the bounty puck, showing Tilon's mugshot and the associated five-thousand credit reward underneath.

Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

"Fuck."

Tilon rested his forehead on the railing at the base of the window. He didn't have a lot in the way of options here. Lightsaber, sure, but he wasn't great with it. Hold-out blaster in his boot. Pretty decent Herglese.

He turned around and faced the bounty hunter, some species of Mandalorian or Mando-adjacent. Mando armor was almost a language unto itself and that was interesting, but not interesting enough for Tilon to have sunk any time into it beyond 'some colors traditionally signal values' and 'trophies are good.' Clearly someone who'd been around the block, though.

"Just to get the obvious out of the way...taking someone in for an Imperial bounty in Alliance space, for pocket change to someone like you... you're all in on that? I've got counteroffers..."

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

The helmet tilted aside, "Mostly."

Counter offers came in spades, often times offering more than the initial reward. People tend to discover how deep their pockets truly are when staring down the barrel of a blaster. Even then, the blaster usually went off. Usually. Paying for the hit against reputation more than anything else.

"But I'll hear the offer."

Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

Tilon thought about it for a bit.

"Look," he said, "I'm not wild about this, but there's a handful of Jedi I've met who are worth a lot more than me. Jedi Lords and commandos and such. I could probably live with giving you their whereabouts considering they'd have a good chance against you."

And probably wouldn't mind a chance at taking a serious bounty hunter off the board.

"I give you the coordinates for someone like that, a place they spend time, you let me walk and skip the..." He gestured around at the Herglic trade station populated by, primarily, Herglics. "...hassle."

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

"Hmm," considered Fett for half-a-moment.

It could be worth a good sum of credits to the right people. The wrong people in Tilon's eyes, the bounty hunter imagined. But as those cold cogs turned, there was only one question to ask himself: is this not information he could force out of the Quill?

He didn't mind a hassle.

"Isn't worth it," his gloved hand rest on the holstered blaster pistol. "So, what'll it be?"

Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

Koda Fett

Tilon sucked his teeth and thought it over a bit more. "Well, worth a shot. Haauuuuum."

He stayed with his back against the railing by the high window. For the moment he didn't pull a weapon.

He wasn't yelling but a small number of large Herglics heard him:

 

[Koda Fett]

"Not bad," said Fett, with three sets of lumbering footfalls beginning to make their way over.

He drew his blaster pistol and fired on the Jedi, the armaments on his idle, left arm ready to be of use.

Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

Shavvit, the hunter was fast on the draw. Tilon prided himself on speed and agility but couldn't crouch aside in time, not all the way. The blaster bolt seared along his right shoulder and smashed into the thick ancient glass of the window. It cracked and bubbled in a way transparisteel wouldn't. The window held for the moment.

A Herglic roared like whalesong and lumbered their way to intervene. Pain high among his priorities, Tilon fumbled at his boot with his good left hand to secure his holdout blaster. It had only a handful of shots but had served him well many times. Better than the lightsaber at his belt, frankly.

Koda Fett