06-08-2017, 07:30 PM
Odin stepped into the EPD office and the door swooshed closed behind him. Normally he hated the over-sanitized aesthetic of the stormtroopers but now found it reassuring. If things were the same way here as they were back home, they would need professionals to get the real work done.
“I was told you would have need of a bounty hunter,” he said without introducing himself.
The man behind the desk frowned as he looked over Fett. “That supposed to be some kind of rip-off stormtrooper armor?” The Mandalorian clenched his fist and glared at the man through his visor but didn’t even get a chance to respond. “Because if you ain’t a Prime, it isn’t going to do you any good.”
It took a moment for Fett to understand what he meant. His mind ran back through what he had learned over the past few hours. Finally, it clicked. “I’m a Prime,” he responded curtly, “name’s Boba Fett.”
If the rudeness bothered the Imperial agent, he didn’t show it. “Alright, good. We have a problem that we could use some help with. If you follow me, I’ll show you to the room the other guy is being briefed in.”
Other guy? “You got anything else? I don’t like working with strangers,” stated Fett.
The officer suddenly turned on Fett. “Look big guy. I’ve never heard of you. You might have been some kind of big shot where you come from, but around here, you’re fresh meat. This is what I need taken care of. So, do you want the job or not?”
Fett squeezed the grip of his carbine but refused to let his professionalism lax any more than that. “I’ll get it done,” he replied in a detached tone. It must have been good enough for the Imperial because he turned away and continued leading him.
They came to a door marked C-21, and it slid open. Inside were two men. One was clearly another officer and was showing the other man some photos on a holo-projector. Fett’s soon-to-be-partner wasn’t even looking at the information that was being presented. He was looking in its general direction, but his glazed-over eyes said it was little more than lip service.
“I got another one,” explained the officer that brought Fett. “Name’s Boba Fett. He’s a bounty hunter looking for work.” And without another word, he turned and left.
“Ok, Fett. Thanks for joining the class. As I was saying, this is Jackie the Shiv. He runs the Red Death. He looks like he is just a punk-ass kid but has really been taking it to us. He’s cunning. Got that criminal intelligence, you know what I mean?” He wasn’t looking for an answer to the question, which was good, because Fett and Jaixe were busy looking each other over.
Half an hour later, the two men stepped back out onto the streets of Coruscant. Jaixe was glad for the change of scenery, but the grey of the buildings that were stacked around them wasn’t that much of an improvement. “Where do you think we should start?” the Heartless asked coolly.
“Sounds like most of his activity is on Tier 5. I don’t really have any contacts there though. You know anyone?” Fett asked. Truth was, he didn’t have contacts anywhere, but that wasn’t something he was jumping to share.
Jaixe barely managed to not roll his eyes, but the truth was that he was a little short of contacts too. And to be honest, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone watching his back down there either. “I'm a little lacking there as well. I suppose we could look around until something finds us.”
“I got no problem with a little old-fashioned leg work,” replied the bounty hunter as he checked the battery pack in his carbine. “I think the lifts are this way…”
“I was told you would have need of a bounty hunter,” he said without introducing himself.
The man behind the desk frowned as he looked over Fett. “That supposed to be some kind of rip-off stormtrooper armor?” The Mandalorian clenched his fist and glared at the man through his visor but didn’t even get a chance to respond. “Because if you ain’t a Prime, it isn’t going to do you any good.”
It took a moment for Fett to understand what he meant. His mind ran back through what he had learned over the past few hours. Finally, it clicked. “I’m a Prime,” he responded curtly, “name’s Boba Fett.”
If the rudeness bothered the Imperial agent, he didn’t show it. “Alright, good. We have a problem that we could use some help with. If you follow me, I’ll show you to the room the other guy is being briefed in.”
Other guy? “You got anything else? I don’t like working with strangers,” stated Fett.
The officer suddenly turned on Fett. “Look big guy. I’ve never heard of you. You might have been some kind of big shot where you come from, but around here, you’re fresh meat. This is what I need taken care of. So, do you want the job or not?”
Fett squeezed the grip of his carbine but refused to let his professionalism lax any more than that. “I’ll get it done,” he replied in a detached tone. It must have been good enough for the Imperial because he turned away and continued leading him.
They came to a door marked C-21, and it slid open. Inside were two men. One was clearly another officer and was showing the other man some photos on a holo-projector. Fett’s soon-to-be-partner wasn’t even looking at the information that was being presented. He was looking in its general direction, but his glazed-over eyes said it was little more than lip service.
“I got another one,” explained the officer that brought Fett. “Name’s Boba Fett. He’s a bounty hunter looking for work.” And without another word, he turned and left.
“Ok, Fett. Thanks for joining the class. As I was saying, this is Jackie the Shiv. He runs the Red Death. He looks like he is just a punk-ass kid but has really been taking it to us. He’s cunning. Got that criminal intelligence, you know what I mean?” He wasn’t looking for an answer to the question, which was good, because Fett and Jaixe were busy looking each other over.
Half an hour later, the two men stepped back out onto the streets of Coruscant. Jaixe was glad for the change of scenery, but the grey of the buildings that were stacked around them wasn’t that much of an improvement. “Where do you think we should start?” the Heartless asked coolly.
“Sounds like most of his activity is on Tier 5. I don’t really have any contacts there though. You know anyone?” Fett asked. Truth was, he didn’t have contacts anywhere, but that wasn’t something he was jumping to share.
Jaixe barely managed to not roll his eyes, but the truth was that he was a little short of contacts too. And to be honest, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone watching his back down there either. “I'm a little lacking there as well. I suppose we could look around until something finds us.”
“I got no problem with a little old-fashioned leg work,” replied the bounty hunter as he checked the battery pack in his carbine. “I think the lifts are this way…”