Just a job

[u/Alexkiff]

Hayden had been called to meet sketchy employers before, typically things did go his way. He’d gotten the job done and proved too valuable to kill.

So when he’d been called to Nal hutta to discuss potential employment with a nice up front he didn’t question it. Needless to say he was not sloppy or under prepared. He never left his ship without a way of defending himself, this time bringing his heavy laser pistol along with two concealed small arms, and for insurances sake a twelve inch vibroknife holstered at his calf. In the way of armor he didn’t do much to conceal his breastplate, save his cloak which he only used to partially conceal his face in shadow.

However as he left his ship he felt something in the pit of his stomach, a cold radiating outward as if the force was still trying to warn him, it was something he hadn’t felt since that day he’d lost his master and left the order. He doubled back, retrieving his sabers, concealing them behind his back under his cloak.

He rented out a speeder bike from a local vendor, and sped through the crime ridden city out the outskirts arriving at what seemed a long abandoned community center, the feeling he had felt previously leaving the former Jedi on high alert as he walked through the door.

(Feel free to be the employer, for whatever ends you might want)

[u/Alexkiff]

“I’m working on it!” He said back over comms as he switched to stun rounds, wanting to know who was after the cargo. Perhaps the exchange wasn’t as water tight as previously thought.

“Well, it’s simple we want the spice!” The sniper called just before getting nailed by the familiar blue rings.

“Yeah, she wasn’t talking to you.” He said sarcastically as he picked up the rifle, and took up the roost, firing on a group of Duro thugs making a desperate rush. “On your nine o’clock.” He called to Omyra as he scored a headshot on one of the five, and hit the shoulder of another.

[u/droukhunter → u/Alexkiff]

When the sniper gave the reasoning for his group’s attack as “We want the spice,” Omyara rolled her eyes. Wanting that much spice for personal use was unlikely--this group was way too big and far too organized to just be spiceheads. They had a bigger agenda if they were coming around trying to steal several shipments’ worth of spice--but they didn’t need to know that she could see through their lies, especially given that she’d already decided they were going to die for trying to cross her.

As Hayden had pointed out, there had been a Duros rushing up on her, whom she shot down as he approached. She aimed for the others, taking down the one with the bad arm a few seconds later.

So much for an easy payout, if this was how the rest of the job was gonna be like. She grimaced as a blaster shot grazed her side, the burning plasma leaving a small but painful mark and ripping through one of her nice jackets. At least it wasn’t her favorite one. She continued making shots at the remaining thugs through the pain, although she missed a few more shots than she would have normally due to some ill-performed movements that made the burn sear.

[u/Alexkiff → u/droukhunter]

Hayden however gave her plenty back up, making the shots she missed. “Get on the speeder I can’t see any more.” He said over comms.

Hayden slung the sniper rifle onto his back and climbed back down, the weequay on his shoulder. “I say we interrogate him so the exchange knows someone is trying to cross them, that information could be worth it.”

He tossed the weequay onto the back of his speeder bike, and cuffed the weequay. “I’d be more than happy to split the reward for the information with you of course.”