AtomSmasher
Star
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
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. . .
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. . .