The Rodian crime lord Enkido sat nervously at his
desk. He stared at an array of monitors that showed
the rooms and corridors of his estate via a network
of surveillance cameras. He knew a bounty hunter
would soon be arriving, and he was never comfortable
around such individuals. Still, when enough credits
were involved, he found that most individuals were
willing to do anything. He had instructed the guards
at the front entrance of his estate to allow the
bounty hunter to enter with ease.
And yes, that bounty hunter, Ridley Aran. He
walked up to the guards, who let him enter, with
ease. Yes, he smirked. His human form calm as
anything. He was armed, but he never had the intent
on withdrawing such weapons in the presence of the
man who could be paying him. He soon came to the
Rodian's office. Yeah, he was big man on campus, as
he just let himself right in. Stepping in, he shut
the sliding door behind him. With the simple press
of a button that sent those doors sliding shut in a
second. His eyes shifted back over to the Rodian
crime lord. A smirk bore through on Ridley's face.
As he spoke to the alien. He did not have to say
anything, the Rodian knew Ridley's reasoning for
"Ah," Enkido began in an excited tone, "Welcome
... welcome. Please, make yourself comfortable." He
motioned with his short right hand to a rather large
and ornate chair that was placed across the desk
Yes. Ridley made himself comfortable. His legs
carried him towards that seat, which he placed his
buttocks on in, sitting right so that his gun did
not obstruct his relaxation. He looked at the crime
lord. He might have intimidated the beast, but not
that much, "So...about the job."
"Yes," Enkido began to inform the bounty hunter,
"I have a small club in Votrad. Recently a thug
named Burke has been harassing the girls and trying
to shakedown the staff. I do not have patience for
people such as him." He moved forward, leaning
across the desk to drive his point home, "I want
this man dealt with. I do not want this scum to ever
harass my employees again."
Ridley smirked. Easy target. Someone harassing
girls, and shaking down the unarmed staff. He nodded
his head when the man leaned across the table. This
place, Votrad, would be a normality for Ridley Aran
the low-level Bounty Hunter. He then looked at a few
papers on the desk, as his mind wandered and he
looked back up to him, coming to the only point of
interest for Ridley, "And what of my pay?"
Enkido leaned back into his chair, and
intertwined his fingers as he considered the matter.
"Hmm," he began, "I believe five thousand credits
would be a fair price."
Ridley liked even, straight numbers. But I think the
wellbeing of his employees and girls within the club
would be worth a bit more, "Seven thousand." That
was his, first offer. To be exact. And at this
moment Ridley was the trained bounty hunter, while
the Rodian did not have any guards in the immediate
area, and was not trained at all.
"Amibitious," Enkido said, more to himself than
to the hunter, "Six is as high as I am prepared to
"Deal," he spurted immediately. He put his hand
out, to offer a shake. A gesture of honesty and
commitment to the deal. Ridley was a man of his
word, "By the way. You want him dead or alive?"
Enkido reached out with his diminutive hand, and
firmly shook the bounty hunter's hand before
answering the question, "People like this individual
are hardheaded, and have trouble learning lessons.
Get rid of him."
"It will be done," and with that, a letting go of
the Rodian's hand and a turn on the heel, as well as
quite a few steps would be what carried him out of
the house of the crime lord and soon, he would be on
the way towards his target.
Burke stood outside of a dank bar that only the
lowest rung of society would frequent. He had not
shaved in nearly a week, and his body reeked of
cheap booze. A generic blaster pistol was clearly
visible on his right hip. In his left hand he firmly
gripped a baton, which ever so often he would
brandish menacingly into his right palm. He glared
at almost any individual that was foolish enough to
walk by, and leered at each of the local working
girls that were forced to make a living in the flesh
trade. He was a hard man in a hard part of town.
Ridley knew right away who the scum was. His eyes
veered at the beast of a human. He reached down. And
his blaster came forward. Aiming at the man. He
spoke no words. Ridey pulled the trigger of his
ranged weapon. A blaster bolt being sent towards the
male human's head. He smirked. Hoping the shot would
Burke stood on his corner, not noticing the
bounty hunter that was about to end his life. The
blaster bolt slammed into the side of his face and
tore through his head, not leaving much left. The
lifeless corpse was dead before it even hit the
ground, but this would not prevent the left leg from
shaking multiple times after the body came to its
resting place upon the ground.
Ridley smirked, spinning his blaster on his index
finger, and then sliding it into his holster. He
chuckled to himself. As he was now 6,000 credits
wealthier. Bingo, was his name-o. Yeah, catchy line
it was for him.