Never Cross The Hutts

[Cero Pax]

Location: Kano'Va Luxury Resort, Dressel, Mid-Rim

Objective: Collection of Masi "Mauler" Wallace, Alive.

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It was said one of the worst mistakes a being could make in the galaxy was to cross a Hutt. You never knew just how far their reach extended into space. The wealth and influence of the species as a whole meant that once they wanted your skin, it would all but be guaranteed to them. And it didn't matter how long it took; the Hutts had lifespans measured in centuries, meaning they'd have all the time in the world to collect their dues. Though for Mauler Wallace, he wouldn't have to wait more than a day to see his karma come.

Cero's ship, the Ne'tra Tracinya, entered the orbit of Dressel, under it's automated pilot while the man himself prepared his gear in the back. In his quarters, he sat at a workbench, performing some last minute maintenance on his helmet, while a holo-terminal displayed the bounty the Black Sun had put out on Wallace. The crimes that got him posted were relatively minor, being embezzlement and assault, and didn't quite seem to match up with the 10,000 credit reward. But he guessed the Hutts wanted him bad. The reasoning really didn't matter, though. A bounty was a bounty.

An alarm by his ship alerted him that it was touching down in the port of Kano'Va city. It was a popular tourist destination throughout the Mid-Rim, particularly known for the massive casino contained within its luxury resort. It would be like paradise to loan sharks, gamblers, debtors, and those who wanted to burn off stolen credits. Mauler would be there. The bounty said Mauler wasn't aware that he'd been located by the Hutts, and Cero wanted to keep it that way till the very last moment. To that end, he'd go in relatively light, leaving his rifle on board the Ne'Tra, and carried only his RSKF-44 and ABC Scramblers. He didn't want to make a bigger scene than needed, an didn't want to have to deal with any local authorities.

Finishing up on his helmet, he sealed it up and put it on, running quick checks to make sure everything was running properly, before departing into the city.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig sat aboard the Basilisk as it flew towards a resort on Dressel. His aim, get back to his roots, and hunt some bounties. His target was a man named Masi Wallace. Bring him back alive. Get some much needed credits. CST was up and running, but anything sold right now was going back to getting the feet back under his clan. May've seemed odd to others to work so hard in bringing it back, but it made sense to him. Get the credits flowing and prey to Kad nothing bad happens. He heard some whistling from R10, telling him they were landing. The Mandalorian quickly picked up his helmet and slide it on, sliding his Trayc'kad into it's scabbard on his back. He didn't quite like working for the Hutts, but he couldn't afford to be picky.

Mig walked to the boarding ramp, look back into the ship. He then pointed to the T7 utility droid inside. "O8! Come on. Could use some help." The droid whistled, rolling down and following Mig. As they walked, he felt out with the Force, hoping to sense his quarry. He knew a general area at least.

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[Cero Pax]

The streets of Kano'va were tightly packed, as millions of beings sifted through the walkways of the getaway city, while overhead, airspeeders zoomed through the sky lanes in almost perfect synchronization. The sound of the crowds and the background noise of entertainment, pleasure, and overall enjoyment was enough that Cero activated his helmet's sound dampening setting, drowning most of it out with a form of white noise. A quick search of the planet's HoloNet revealed the location of the casino, as well as drawing a dozen or so ads or discounts associated with it. It boasted hosting over one million customers daily, not an exactly easy number of beings to sift through by any means.

He'd spend a decade and he'd not even get through a quarter of the beings that enter the facility hourly, let alone daily. What Cero required was information, tailored towards providing what was necessary to cut down on both time and effort. And for that, he needed an Info-Broker. Finding one was easy enough; they often times advertised their services on worlds like these, just as any business or organization would. The one he found was a Twi'lek by the name of Col Malvo. His office was located a few blocks away from the casino, tucked into a row of residential and commercial buildings that made up a district.

Upon his arrival, Cero found himself met by a Trandoshan enforcer. "I'm here to see Malvo." The lizard-man's eyes narrowed in suspiscion though he offered no reply, simply gesturing for him to follow. A short walk later, he found himself in a small room, decorated with various screens and terminals lining the walls, showing various live feeds and recordings. The man himself sat behind a large desk, conversing with an nondescript hologram, before he looked up, his eyes going wide.

"I'll call you back." Abruptly, he shut off the terminal and got up, walking up towards him. "A Mandolorian? How can I be of service to a great warrior such as yourself?" He asked, his voice and tone tinged with false charm and deference.

"I need information on a man I'm hunting." He pulled down his rangefinder, and on cue, a hologram was displayed from it, showing Wallace.

"Masi Wallace..." Malvo inspected the hologram, passing around it's form several times, more than once interrupting the image when he walked by.

"I do not know this man, personally-", he shrugged, "-but I definitely find him for you. My price is 500 credits, non-negotiable."

"He's wanted by the Hutts, in case you didn't see the clients. He won't be just lounging in the spas." Cero's hand went to one of his pouches, and brought it out with the necessary amount of credit chips, which he clutched tightly.

"You must not know my reputation, my friend. No one hides from me, not on this or any other world. I will find him, I assure you." After a few moments of hesitation, he handed over the credits to an anxious Malvo, who counted them. Satisfied, he returned to his desk. "It will take a little while for me to complete your request. I will contact you later with the information."

Cero nodded in confirmation, and turned to leave. "Oh, I also provide other services as well... such as security passes and other kinds of access cards. If your interested."

He paused in his steps, considering the additional offer. "Go on."

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[Mig Gred]

Mig walked up to a computer terminal, looking down to his droid companion. He simply tapped the terminal, and the droid got to work. She knew what to do. Find where Wallace was, using his face instead of his name. As he waited for the O8 to get the needed info, continuing to reach out until he felt something. Someone who shared his goal. Interesting. He looked down at O8, tapping her head disc.

"Anything yet?" The droid shook her head before focusing one her hunt again. He wanted to hurry if he had to. He needed this bounty. He needed to get that reputation back. "Hurry if ya can."

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