“Kilia chuba?” Hutt Cujo asks. “Wanta kilia chuba?”

That’s an odd question.

“The bounty is for my head,” I reply stiffly. “That usually indicates you want the head separated from the body.”

A thick, meaty reptilian hand blocks my path. My HUD flashes and sets a small target over the face of a scarred Trandoshan. The sandy green reptile dwarfs me in size. And by dwarf I mean he could step on me and not notice the crushed beskar beneath his feet. He has the advantage, and he knows it.

“Whass in deh bag, Mando?” he hisses, his many ( Read more... )

I glance at the sensor module at the top left of my HUD and activate a new feature I've just installed. A small window rises at the bottom left of my screen, and the slow beat of music dances inside my helmet, just loud enough to be heard but not distract.

It helps my nerves. Kind of.

My chin bounces slightly with the music. The repulsorlift's ( Read more... )

Nearly a week has passed since I left Mos Eisley, but if I say I've forgotten my main goal, I'd be lying. All I know is that the job’s been put off for too long. I have to face the music some time. And by music, I mean from multiple stations. Different sources. Half the HoloNet Radio.

My list is pretty damn full.

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