Atton Korvas
Bang.
It wasn't the first time the Courier had to work with somebody else to collect a bounty. Some people just seemed not to trust him enough and insisted on sending at least two people after whoever troubled them enough to send a death-squad after. This time it was a small-time crime boss, smuggling deathsticks and other drugs into the planet Nubia to sell them by illegal means. Some law-enforcement agency in Nuba city was sure this man was trouble, but they didn't have the slightest evidence to prove that point. So they had secretly placed a nice bounty of fifty thousand credits on his head.
Unfortunately for the Courier, when he talked to the mysterious man who placed the bounty, the man had already hired another merc—some guy called [member="Daniel Tresk"].
The more, the merrier, he had told the Courier. You can't take Merrik down singlehandedly anyway.
The Courier strongly disagreed on having some random amateur slow him down, but the bigot had insisted, and finally the bounty hunter was seduced by the fifty thousand credits he'd been offered.
His target's name was Merrik Decameron, a middle-aged human who, according to the agency who hired him, would be meeting some other individual in the outskirts of the city. Without Merrik's expertise, the band of thugs conducting the operation would eventually mess up and give the local authorities a nice reason to slot them. The man hiring him gave the Courier two possible meeting places: an abandoned factory to the easthern side of Nuba City, and a gas station several kilometers to its south. Needless to say, he'd probably have to wait until midnight.
"Don't keep your partner waiting," the mysterious man finally said. "He should be just outside the building."
The Courier nodded, frowning under his helmet, and walked off, hoping that his new 'partner' was not another Boba Fett wannabe. Those seemed to be popular these days. He left the government building and looked around, searching for Daniel Tresk between the countless speeders and pedestrians of Nuba City.
Unfortunately for the Courier, when he talked to the mysterious man who placed the bounty, the man had already hired another merc—some guy called [member="Daniel Tresk"].
The more, the merrier, he had told the Courier. You can't take Merrik down singlehandedly anyway.
The Courier strongly disagreed on having some random amateur slow him down, but the bigot had insisted, and finally the bounty hunter was seduced by the fifty thousand credits he'd been offered.
His target's name was Merrik Decameron, a middle-aged human who, according to the agency who hired him, would be meeting some other individual in the outskirts of the city. Without Merrik's expertise, the band of thugs conducting the operation would eventually mess up and give the local authorities a nice reason to slot them. The man hiring him gave the Courier two possible meeting places: an abandoned factory to the easthern side of Nuba City, and a gas station several kilometers to its south. Needless to say, he'd probably have to wait until midnight.
"Don't keep your partner waiting," the mysterious man finally said. "He should be just outside the building."
The Courier nodded, frowning under his helmet, and walked off, hoping that his new 'partner' was not another Boba Fett wannabe. Those seemed to be popular these days. He left the government building and looked around, searching for Daniel Tresk between the countless speeders and pedestrians of Nuba City.