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The Life of a Bounty Hunter. . . (Atom x Kara)

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The man sitting at the table was a famous man. He wasn't a senator or a Podracer. He wasn't a jedi nor a sith. He was a bounty hunter. He could do almost anythiing, and as the saying goes, everyone has a price. Unfortunately for his employers, his price was high. However, with the high price comes a good job in whatever the employer wanted. By galactic count, he was one of the richer bounty hunters out there. His net worth was greater than that of even a puny jedi. Sitting across from him at the table was his employer. Jango Fett never asked motivations, just prices.

The job he had to do was simple. Find the senator from Naboo, take care of her personal bodyguards and bring her back to Kamino. Of course, she had to be alive and kicking, and the man even said he could do what he pleased with her. That was a good thing, something that the man would use. His son was away at the moment, he had sent him away for his own personal growth. Jango moved to put his helmet on, his armor was already on and his weapons stowed away. The man shoved the tight fitting helmet on his head and headed out to his ship.

In his ship, he clicked the buttons and set course for Coruscant. This wasn't going to be a long flight, and this defineatly would not be his first time in the city planet. This time, however, would not be a pleasure trip. It was strickly for business. . .
 
Times were hard for a Senator so involved in keep democracy for all people. In most cases Miss Padme Amidala would end up in some heated debates that had caused her to have some enemies from time to time. The thin frame was dressed in the red dress she had come very accustomed too over the years. Her make up how ever was off for the young lady was enjoying an evening away from politics.

She and her two body guards Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi were strolling the castle walls enjoying a light conversation of no importance. It was a time of silence in the large halls that were usually filled with people but the young queen was far from wanting to discuss her plans on how to end the occupation of the Trading Federation on her home planet.

A light chuck had just escaped her lips as the Jedi Master got a certain look on his face. “Something is wrong...Obi-Wan take Senator Amidala to her chambers and guard her there!” He ordered to which the Padawan rushed towards the bed room of Padme. The young lady leading the way but curious on what had caused the Master to go into alert....
 
As the guards rushed toward the disturbance, Qui Gonn moved with them to see what was happening. The Fett made his move. As he watched, he fired a dart into the neck of Obi wan Kenobi, one that he couldn't detect. Once he was out of the way, he swooped in and fired another dart into the Senator. At least, he tried to. The man missed. It was his last dart. He moved to jam the door and sighed as he looked out the window. He made his way toward her and laughed in his helmet. "I am here to take you away your highness."

It wasn't even as she had a choice. By the time Qui Gon would realize there was another disturbance, she would be gone. The Fett moved toward her and with cuffs, bound her hands and searched through her suitcase for a pair of panties he could use as a gag. Finally finding one, he shoved it into her mouth and picked her up. Activating his jet pack, he flew out the window, never to be seen in that facility again. . .

The trip back was easier than the trip to Coruscant. Mostly because he knew that she was going to make him a pretty penny. The man hummed a tune to himself in his ship. First, he was going to break her. Then, he was going to ship her off, never to think of her again. . .
 
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