In for the whole pie

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn meandered the streets of Bone City idly. His Phrik plate boots kicked up clouds of dust as he walked the sandy alleys. He was inspecting the slums. Huts made of ancient hide and derelict ships. Where bones and mud were used in the place of cement and brick to fill any cracks or crevices. Battery packs and small generators provided electricity to some of the ancient ships that had an inkling of operability about them, but most the people of Bone City who did not live in the center spire merely lived in archaic squalor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik cared little for the people outside the spire, but he was always on the lookout for decent… Prospects. Slaves that might prove entertaining in the arena… Or information that would lead to great hunts. Causstik entered a Bazaar made up of an old Corellian corvette and began surveying the multiple shops. The smell of glitterstim was thick in the air as a spice addict idly puffed away on a hookah full of the stuff. He exhaled another large breath and hazy clouds of purple smoke permeated the wind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sweat and body odor was another prominent smell as slaves were being hawked in the desert heat just outside. A weaponsmith, an ugly looking bird like alien, peddled his wares by loudly shouting “YOU, BUY GUN NOW!”. Causstik ignored it all and headed to the bar in the back. He was in search of information today, and he knew the Drunken Womp Rat was just the place to find it. He entered the bar and was immediately greeted by even thicker clouds of smoke. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He pushed aside bead curtains and meandered across sticky floors that seemed one chemical away from becoming sentient. Half broken tables stood in various positions around the establishments and the chairs were either in pieces or on the verge of becoming that way. A drunken patron lay passed out on the floor, wallowing in his own piss and Causstik gingerly stepped over him. He made it to the counter and tapped it heavily with his index and middle fingers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The bartender turned to regard his favorite customer with open arms. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Causstik, buddy! What can I do for you?” He asked merrily. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The bartender was a stocky man, bald on top, and a little pudgy around the edges. But, his looks were deceiving as Causstik had seen the human single handedly take on a Gen’dai and knock the alien out cold. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hello Grota…” Causstik growled shortly before slipping the man a hefty sum of credit sticks. “I need some info,”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Grota nodded eagerly as he pocketed the cash and turned a wary eye to the rest of his patrons. He didn't want anyone to know about the extra dough he just made. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Yeah boss, whatcha wanna know?” He said as he turned his back to Causstik and poured up a frothy pint. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He set the glass down in front of the Warlord and Causstik took a moment to take a long pull from the cold beverage. Setting the cup back down the T’doshok finally spoke [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What do you know about the man who kidnapped the Queen of Commenor?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Koda Fett"] / [member="Amun"][/SIZE]

 

[Lemon]

Bone City was the ​criminal haven. Nar Shaddaa existed, but they had at the very least a poor approximation of some security, law and order. Meanwhile on Mug Fallow, anything goes. And nothing like Jabba's 'murder tax' existed way out here. Wild Space, so far out that anyone reputable wouldn't dare go out. Out here it was plagued with killers, thieves, robbers and utter scum. The escape from any law it provided was a double-edged sword, for out here, the only law came in the form of bounty hunters. In recent times, Koda Fett had the Queen of Commenor become a recent victim of his. Capturing her from the Chasin City Marketplace and humiliating her bodyguard as he fled only to have Fett slip through his fingers and into hyperspace to then sell Lady Kay for the price that rested over her head. Though of course, in doing so he managed to garner one over his own. A team of hunters were hired by the Commenor Systems Alliance was sent after him, desperately trying to find this illusive Mandalorian.

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Where was there to go in order to hide from these bounty hunters and lawmen operating well out of their jurisdiction? Nar Shaddaa? No, it was too busy, it was too obvious. Mug Fallow, Bone City, Wild Space. It was perfect, nobody who valued their lives would dare venture this far out from the core, yet still, Fett did - he was the best after all - his reputation alone was a warning. So, as the infamous Bounty Hunter's Firespray, the Concord Spear came in to land, the pad and the area around it seemed to be clear. Those that remained spoke in hushed whispers to each other, rumours or truths? It wasn't as if they would ever have the chance to find out.

"Oh no... This is bad. Real bad." One Duros said to another, huddling in the darkest corners of the spaceport as they performed some shady job of their own, stripping away the electronics from some large power converter or another.

Though as the individual in question kept moving forward he found himself being flanked by a gang of sorts, clad in their poor attempt to muster some armour. "Tssssk." The Trandoshan leader hissed, "Fett, you've got a nice pri-." It managed to get that far before being interrupted by the sound of a blaster shot, the searing hole in it's torso causing it to drop to it's knees and ultimately landing face first.

No remarks were made from Koda, simply nodding his head to the right as the shocked comrades of the Trandoshan looked on before heeding the motion he made, they knew better to trifle with him, at least they did now. "That didn't take long..." Commented the same Duros from before, watching as Koda kept going on his merry way.

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Now, Koda sat peacefully inside a cantina in a half-assed attempt at trying to find any contacts. He had time, and in time they would come to him. Yet with time those hunters would reach him, and then there would be a real fight. Fett was confident that he could take them, but for now he waited peacefully, an odd change for the lethal combatant. His eyes diverting to the hulking Trandoshan known as Causstik as he entered the building. The man in charge of it all? Who else would you need? Absolutely nobody.

As the Trandoshan spoke to the bartender he replied with a groan before following up with something intelligible, "Ugh... Word is, it was everyone's favourite Fett, but he's dropped off the grid after getting his large payout but gaining a larger target himself. He's uh..." Grota trailed, nodding in the direction that the bounty hunter in question was sitting, accidentally locking eyes with his visor. Turning away to act as if he's doing something menial and not gossiping, speaking in a hushed tone, "Be careful, if half the stuff I've heard is true..." He shrugged.

With a glaring stare Koda remained looking outwards, his hands in his lap as the carbine rest slung over his chest. Whatever came next ought to be interesting.

 

[Amun]

The thought of hunting another Bounty Hunter was...indifferent to Amun. Money was money no matter who the target was. It didn't matter to Amun. He was indiscriminate of his prey.

There was recent news of a powerful politician being assaulted by bounty hunters on Commenor, and that politician just so happened to be the Queen of Commenor. What did Amun care for her? Nothing really, but that made a desperate king put a bounty on these assailants which caught the attention of Amun.

Information led him to a a notable Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. The one they call Koda Fett. It's not as if there was a ton of Mandalorian Bounty Hunters nowadays. Those guys were busy with civil war and all that stuff.

And all that information led him here to Bone City. A weird name for a hive of criminals, but he was somewhat considered one as well. He cared whatever rank he held in society. All that was stripped away from him a long time ago, and whatever people had to say about him didn't bother him or even crossed his mind.

Talking with some shady Rodian spice dealer of the whereabouts of Koda, the Kyuzo was sent to a cantina. In it was Koda, a Trandoshan, the bartender, and a few patrons. Not too busy at all, but some bytsanders in the way. His prized bowcaster was in his hands and approached the Mandalorian. What was a shame that the posters of this bounty wanted Koda alive.

That was going to make things tougher than what they were already.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn listened intently to what Grota had to say as the man spoke in hushed tones. Causstik nodded along occasionally as he idly stared into his beer. When the human finished speaking the Trandoshan raised his glass and downed the rest of the ale. He withdrew a ciggara from a leather pouch that lined his armor and brought it to his lips. Causstik flicked his wrist and the armor’s wrist flamethrowers ignition flame sputtered to life. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He lit the cigar with the small torch and flicked his wrist again, deactivating the ignition. He puffed on it casually for a moment. The Trandoshan had fought sith lords and Jedi masters before, he was not afraid of one Hunter. No matter how famed he was. Causstik stood from his seat and made his way across the filthy floors, cigar sticking between his incisors, smoke trailing behind him. He sat down at the booth between the Kyuzo and the beskar clad Mandalorian.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Koda wore green battle scarred armor, T-shaped visor buy’ce. Stereotypical Mando garb, yet this man didn't strike Causstik as just another Mandalorian. Causstik withdrew the cigar from his mouth and put it out on the filthy table. He flicked the spice roach away and finally decided to speak to the Mando and indirectly to Amun. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You still got the Queen?” Causstik asked causally then before the man could answer he’d continue “Because i’ve got an idea…” He said as he tapped his noggin. “I want to use her as bait to lure in the Commenori king,” He paused for a moment as he withdrew another cigar. “That one could make us all very rich men…”[/SIZE]

[member="Koda fett"] [member="Amun"]

 

[Lemon]

Things weren't looking great, a Kyuzo on one side as a Trandoshan approached from another. Appeared as if he was getting flanked to ultimately kick off a fight for dear life, he was wanted alive, but if captured it would assure a wasted life. That is if Fett couldn't escape from whatever detention centre that placed him in. But then a moment of reprieve had washed over the Mandalorian as Causstik sat and made some chatter. After taking in what he'd said, a reply of his own was conjured.

"Hmph." It began with a huff, seemingly amused, "I wouldn't be here if I still had the Queen." His helmeted head shifting up towards the Kyuzo who was presumably looking towards him, and then back to the Trandoshan in charge, "I need a team of hunters. Good ones." His right hand surfacing to point his index finger into the table as he said the final two words in an attempt to get the point across. Leaning back into the booth now, Fett persisted in a more calm voice, "Don't worry, you'll all be 'rich men' soon enough."

The money in the deal meant nothing to him, he was so loaded that he could retire here and now and never have to work for some credits ever again, though without hunting what else would he do? Be bored, and that's it. So, whilst this target on his back made things bad for business, he sought to remove it. Forcefully.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Amun"]

 

[Amun]

Now here was a new offer on the table. One that he heard from the Trandoshan as he spoke loduly for the Mandalorian and the Kyuzo to hear. The reptile probably saw Amun as another hunter after Koda, but with the talks of riches that was beyond the ones on Koda's head. The bounty was public and open for anyone to try at, meaning that Amun held no loyalties to the man that posted this bounty and could ditch it any time he wanted.

And he was thinking of that right now.

"Rich," the Kyuzo said to the duo in his native tongue, in a curious tone of voice. Hopefully Koda had a translator in his helmet; though, he had his own translator probe droid on him.

Amun stood standing at the table looking at both beings with his bowcaster still in his hands.

[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik stared at the Mandalorian for a moment. The man must’ve taken Causstik for a fool. Without the Queen he had nothing. No way to capture the king, no cash cow for Causstik to cut a nice juicy slab off of and here he thought to hide in Causstik’s city. The place the warlord’s personal warband patrolled the streets. Where arms dealers handed out guns to these Trandoshan warriors like candy. Causstik pressed a button on his wrist datapad and the bar was soon to be surrounded by the T’doshok’s goons unbeknowenst to everyone inside, but outside a mob was forming and bounty or not, they planned on taking the Mandalorians head…

Unless he was prepared to make them all very rich.

“I’ll hear you out hunter, but talk fast,” Causstik growled, his voice like raking leaves. He idly lit the new cigar and waved the bartender over. “A pitcher of ale for myself ,”

He ordered of the man and the bartender nodded, sweat beading his brow. Grota had an uncanny sixth sense and right now it was screaming at him to get the hell out of dodge. But, he dared not leave when Causstik had ordered a drink. He walked over to the table with the pitcher, his hands shaking as he set the drink down. He stood at the table for a moment dumbly and Causstik dismissed him with a nod. “You were saying?”

[member="Amun"] [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Did he take Causstik for a fool? Perhaps his inability to see anything beyond using the Queen as leverage made it so, but it's likely he was just misinformed for now. The target on Fett's head was set by Commenor, and was strictly to be taken up by the Hunters and Mercenaries that the Commenor's Systems Alliance had hired. Who would they hire? Not just any thug off of the street, they would hire allies and friends. Those worth bargaining for if captured, rumour had it, even the King himself would be joining their little expedition. So, without the Queen he sure still had something, he had a price on his head the ability to make it go away. Given the right opportunity.

The growl that came from Causstik made no effect on the Bounty Hunter, still keeping his glare from beneath the helmet that could only be read as contempt. The emotionless helmet and visor always made it seem as if there was a look of hate or at the very least an angry stare. As for the drink? Fett wasn't much of a drinker, though when it came down to it, he could hold his liquor; he could thank Jango for that. "Hmph."​ He grunted initially, seemingly amused at the would-be threat, before continuing, "I'll be delivering Commenor's favourite hunters to you. Capture them; sell them." The plan was rather straight forward, but here came the juicy detail, "The King is among'em."

"They'll be here soon enough." His proposition was made, and it was definitely sincere. Hopefully the two could definitely be bought into this deal, and beyond that, hopefully they had more connections to bring in some hunters for the job. Causstik's thugs may be numerous, but were they skilled enough?

[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Amun"]

 

[Amun]

He was immediately sold. A king and a queen worthed more than a Bounty Hunter as long as you knew who to sell them off to. The Sith? The Hutts? Anyone was viable as long as they had a good amount for them. Even its own government that they were affiliated with.

"I'm in," the Kyuzo said, taking a seat and not ordering anything. Did Amun had any connections? Not really as he always relied on himself. Hopefully him would be enough.

"When do we start?"

[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik smiled a toothy grin as the Mandalorian spoke. It was a wolfish smile filled with canines and incisors. This was better than what the Trandoshan had expected to hear. He rubbed his hands together and let out a barking laugh. One of his hands shot to the pitcher of ale and he began to chug the drink greedily. Great amounts of the drink slopped out the side of his mouth. He finished the ale and threw the glass pitcher to the floor.

It crashed to the ground with a resounding smash and Grota jumped a little as the noise resounded throughout the bar. Causstik regarded the Mandalorian and Kyuzo with his one good eye and offered them a hand, one after the other.

“I’m in,” He announced merrily and just as he did the sound of hundreds of footsteps could be heard reverberating throughout the streets.

Their march was like a thunderous rumbling drum. Several growls and roars from Trandoshan throats, peppered by the occasional gun shot, announced the presence of the mob. Causstik stood from the table and headed outside to address his people. He walked out, parting the beaded curtains that acted as a doorway and elevated himself on top of a broken speeder. With arms extended he addressed his warband.

“Prepare the caverns and trap doors. Make sure the gas chambers are operational and everyone is ready for a hunt that will go down in the annals of T’doshok history! No one is to engage our guest until i’m done having my fun!” Causstik barked to the crowd of warriors and they cheered in their native tongue “Prepare for all of us to be very rich reptiles!” Causstik finished.

[member="Amun"] / [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

The deal was made between a Trandoshan, Kyuzo and a Human out in the expanses of wild space. The credits earned from this particular job would be unfathomable, so high that Causstik could afford to create a few new sections to Bone City as it was, or upgrade the current ones, however he saw fit. Amun would most likely just spend it on more equipment, or perhaps retire young, that would be the dream now wouldn't it? As for Fett, he wouldn't take any of the credits, as soon as it were done he would leave. The target off of his head, free to be at large once again without others breathing down his neck and drawing in to just try taking him on.

When Causstik reached in for a handshake Koda diverted his attention towards his Carbine, slinking his hand into the hole at the beginning of the stock to allow for maximum comfort and a far more firm grip. Moving out of the seat and seemingly leaving, but he was making his way back towards his ship in which he would rest. It had been awhile since he had that luxury. Though it wouldn't last.

The way this plan played out in Fett's head was rather simple, they would arrive and be suddenly surrounded by unbeatable odds, then taken prisoner to be sold off. They shouldn't put up a fight if they know what's good for them.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Amun"]