Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
Popo sat in his newly built office on Raxus Prime, waiting for news. He'd recently managed to wiggle his way to the junkyard planet with the Tenloss Corporation and had been approved to set up shop. The plans were in motion, a small outpost built, and construction crews were on the way with machinery and supplies to slap a recycling center and factory on the planet.
There was just one, little, snag in the whole deal. Junk Droids. They were everywhere in the area and made things dangerous for the construction and engineering crews. They had to be removed, but Popo couldn't spare security or military resources from anywhere in the Corporation without spreading too thin. He also couldn't rely on the Sith forces to help him out here as they had enough issues going on with holding their borders. It was a bleak situation that threatened his Corporation's activities on the planet. However, Popo had a plan.
He'd put out word throughout the galactic underworld to the various bounty hunters, mercenaries, and guns for hire that Popo was offering work. Specifically, bounties. Good bounties. Five thousand credit bounties on ever Junk Droid brought in or Junk Droid brain recovered from the immediate area. So far, a few nameless individuals had trickled in and had started making headway. So far, a small pile of dead droids, droid brains, and spare parts was growing in size within the tiny compound. Popo, however, was hoping to speed things along. Thankfully, a new influx of trigger pullers and sell-swords was inbound on a Tenloss Corporation shuttle. Hopefully, things would get sorted out quickly with the new blood...
There was just one, little, snag in the whole deal. Junk Droids. They were everywhere in the area and made things dangerous for the construction and engineering crews. They had to be removed, but Popo couldn't spare security or military resources from anywhere in the Corporation without spreading too thin. He also couldn't rely on the Sith forces to help him out here as they had enough issues going on with holding their borders. It was a bleak situation that threatened his Corporation's activities on the planet. However, Popo had a plan.
He'd put out word throughout the galactic underworld to the various bounty hunters, mercenaries, and guns for hire that Popo was offering work. Specifically, bounties. Good bounties. Five thousand credit bounties on ever Junk Droid brought in or Junk Droid brain recovered from the immediate area. So far, a few nameless individuals had trickled in and had started making headway. So far, a small pile of dead droids, droid brains, and spare parts was growing in size within the tiny compound. Popo, however, was hoping to speed things along. Thankfully, a new influx of trigger pullers and sell-swords was inbound on a Tenloss Corporation shuttle. Hopefully, things would get sorted out quickly with the new blood...