Location: Nal Hutta
Tag:
Re'selana
Tag:
Re'selana
It wasn’t often Dain found himself alongside a partner on a mission, much less one of the Force sensitive variety. But today had proven to provide him with just that. The objective was to infiltrate a local crime syndicate and put down a target that had been causing a lot of trouble. Enough trouble, in fact, to raise the ire of one of the Hutts that ran things here. Exact details to the crimes were likely buried deep with the bounty writ, but Dain hadn’t read too deeply into it beyond the identification, payout, rules of engagement and notable affiliations. It had taken weeks to find the man, this Po’Gan Fay, but all roads seemed to direct them toward a local arm of the Black Sun Cartel that went about calling itself ‘Obsidian Ray.’
How it was that these gangs went about calling themselves what they did, Dain would never know, but the fancy team name wasn’t what mattered here. Po’Gan Fay was. The Nikto criminal that had crossed the Hutts one too many times and continued to pile on reasons for his bounty to stay.
“For a hundred thousand credits, this man better be worth it,” Dain said in a disgruntled fashion, only half expecting a response from @Re’selana. Dain wasn’t the best of company anymore, and he knew that. The wonder of mingling among the common squabble of the Galaxy just wasn’t appealing to him. Hell, nothing really was since his wife had died 14 years earlier and he’d given up his daughter to the Jedi Order, still somewhat blaming the child for the death of his wife during childbirth. Grumpy, disgruntled or depressed. You take your pick and any of those three terms could have described the man Dain was today. But along with that, perhaps youthful exuberance didn’t help either for the man of eighty-six that only appeared to be in his late twenties to early thirties. And even at that, he was still young for his kind.
“The stench of this place could make a Jawa turn up their nose.”