Malten’s ear length black to blue hair fell from his helmet, a little over his face, but he quickly brushed it away, to the side. His black eyes darted around the room, looking for anything that wasn’t supposed to be there. Finding nothing out of the ordinary he turned the pilot’s seat around to face the controls. A blue light was flashing on the far left hand side. Of the console, indicating a holo-message had arrived for the bounty hunter. He sighed and pressed the button just bellow the light, turning it off and igniting the message that was waiting in the computers memory. A short stubby old man stood on the small silver three inch disk that rested in the centre of the console. He wasn’t human, but he wasn’t far off. The only notable difference was a pair of small black horns protruding from his temples. The small man looked up at the bounty hunter with a grimace on his face. “O…ok.” The old man said. “I think… yes. It’s o- Hello, Hunter.” The voice became calm, “My name is… well you don’t need to know.”
“Alvec Dorrel.” Mal muttered, eying the identification output on the screen to his right.
“I need you, only you, to do this. I have been targeted by a number of bounty hunters. The bounty on my head is… minimal… in your terms anyway. Fifty… maybe sixty thousand credits.”
Malten’s hands played across a keyboard and pulled up information on current bounties. Alvec Dorrel’s name came up with a planet location, he was already on the right planet. The bounty was seventy five thousand, higher than the man had said, but a good nine hundred and twenty five thousand less than his minimum.
“I am willing to pay you two hundred and fifty thousand-”
“Too low.” The hunter said, but continued listening.
“-per person. There are five that I know of; I don’t know who they are or what they look like. All I know is that their bounty hunters.”
The hunter made a silent growl, one and a quarter million was more his price range.
“I’ll need proof of their deaths. I will give you an additional seven hundred and fifty for killing this man.” The short man’s hand moved forwards and then an image appeared on the holo of a younger man. He seemed human, but in this day and age it was hard to distinguish humans from a number of alien species. “This is Feng Dorrel.”
“Your son?” Mal muttered questioningly to himself.
“He’s the vice president of my company. When I die he is in line to be President. He is the one who put the bounty out on me. He is the real target. Get rid of him and I wont need to look over my shoulder for the next twenty years, not until my son is old enough to take over from me.”
Mal pressed a button on his computer and allowed it to start searching government databases for a location to start his search for this new mark.
“Please.” The old man said, after a short pause, “I need your help.”
“And I want your money.” The Karrel Bounty hunter muttered after the holo turned off. “It seems we are perfect for one another.” He had taken the contract now; all that was left was to complete it.
Mal started up the engines of his ship and left the roof’s landing pad. He was quickly off into the pathways that the planets officials had designated for ships and speeders to follow while within the city limits. The computer to his right signalled him, telling him the home address of the priority target. It would be easiest to take him out, and search his home for information on those he hired to kill his father.
Killing ones own father… how disgusting. A voice said in the bounty hunter’s head. Of course. It’s no worse than killing your own brother.
Shemai slammed his fist against his head, trying to remove the thoughts that were corrupting his brain. It was true that a long time ago the Karrel bounty hunter had taken it upon himself to kill his brother. But… so had many, many others. He was Warrior class. He had no choice at the time.
The thoughts and memories attempted to swell around the young man’s brain, but were quickly demolished by the bounty hunter’s need to have his head in the game when he landed.
“Piss me off later, brain. We have more pressing matters to attend to.” He muttered, rounding a corner that lead towards a lovely downtown district, filled with lavishly decorated houses and mansions, both of which were hard to come by in this day and age. It was far more common to find a high rise or a block of flats, even in the richer districts, but this was… This guy must be rich… Probably has security stationed on every floor, as well as a patrol guard… he thought, trying to workout the odds of getting through this without being hit. Mal’s style wasn’t the best approach for a hit like this. He was all flair, guns blazing and armour dazzling in the light. The dark blue and red armour worn by this Karrel had become a symbol of fear and terror to many people around the galaxy. I guess I’ll wait till night… take out the power conduits and head in. The Bounty hunter slowed slightly as his computer indicated a large house to his left. The quick eye that took in the mansion also noted a number of guards. By the end of the night they would either be dead… or they would have no boss. |
