Krueger
The Goddess' Servant
Somewhere on Nar Shaddaa
Just after nightfall
Krueger coiled in disgust as the dirty rain of Nar Shaddaa entered his gills; his face contorted as he pulled his hood over to shield them from the downpour. The pitter-patter of the raindrops as they fell had drown out the ambiance of the city, instead filling it with the wet sounds of splashing into puddles, and the loud pings of the rain against the cheap metal awnings over some of the storefronts.
There were few people walking around at this time of day, and especially with the rain, just a few vagrants helping themselves to some of the small noodle or caf shops that sprinkled the area. Krueger made his way through the streets, appreciating at least the moisture and humidity that the rain had brought, despite it being polluted. He was on a mission, and not one that he would normally take. Krueger likes to hunt; he relishes the chase and the feeling of getting to kill a foe, he craved that. Here he was though, on a retrieval job...trying to find a Hutts' slave girl who had tried to run away. Intel suggested she hired a merc who sympathized with her, and helped her sneak from the Hutt's grasp. While Krueger knew he couldn't harm the Zabrak slave, his employer said nothing about the company she kept. Krueger's toothy smile grew at the thought of getting some fresh kills for his Goddess; it had been a while since he's been on a proper hunt. He continued to snake his way through the streets, making his way to one of the nearest starports...an obvious place for a someone would go to try and escape offworld.
That's when Krueger noticed it; a smell, a slight smell that lingered a ways in the distance. It was a sweet smell, like a perfume, which definitely did not belong in an area like this. And what is this? Krueger said to himself in surprise. The slightest scent of tibanna gas entered his nostrils. It was a smell that he has grown accustomed to...a smell that defined someone recently refilling their blaster. It was only a trace amount, but that with the ever-lingering perfume meant Krueger found his mark.
And like that, the chase was on.