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From Create Your Own Story
"Sure, why not?" you say.
Tarro grins and summons the bartender. "Two Dobri Whiskeys, if you please." The bartender gives him a wink and mixes up the drinks right away. You accept yours and take a swig. It burns slightly going down, but leaves a warm feeling in your stomach. You can tell it's a cheap whisky, but what else would you expect from a place like this? Besides, it's free.
Tarro gulps his down quickly. "Ah...That hit the spot. So," he turns back to you. "Tell me, what brings a lovely young lady like yourself to a place like this?"
You take another swig of whiskey and then smirk. "You implying I can't handle myself in a backwater cantina?"
"No, of course not." he replies. "But with all the pollution and the gang warfare, Hutta doesn't make a good home for anyone."
"Oh, I'm not here to stay," you answer quickly.
"Then why are you here? You're not a bounty hunter, are you?"
"You bet I am," you say, throwing back the last of the whisky. "I'm actually here to prep for the Great Hunt." He's a Mandalorian so he's sure to be impressed by a mention of the Great Hunt.
Indeed, his eyes do light up at the name. "Impressive. Your name wouldn't happen to be Shadow Fang, would it?"
"How do you know?" you ask suspiciously.
"I keep track of Great Hunt entries. My Mandalorian brothers, independent entrants...You're not a Mandalorian, so I'm guessing you're a free agent?"
"Yes," you reply. "In fact, I'm supposed to be meeting with my mentor now to see about getting a sponsor, so I can't stay." You get to your feet. "See you."
"Pleasure to meet you," Tarro says with a wave. "I'll be watching your progress with interest."
You leave the handsome Mandalorian and move away from the lights and the music and the smell of sweat and beer, toward the back of the cantina where the private rooms are. In the back right room is your contact: an aging gentleman named Braden who has agreed to be your mentor to prepare you for the Great Hunt. For a bounty hunter like yourself, the Great Hunt represents the pinnacle of success. Whoever wins is guaranteed fame and many profitable contracts. You could be set for life if you win this thing.
Braden is pacing the room with his hands clasped behind his back. His hair has been recently shaved off and he wears a red jumpsuit, gray armor, gloves, and a thick black belt. There is a blaster boldly strapped to his right leg. The fact that this bounty hunter has lived long enough to earn gray hair is a testament to his success. He stops to look over the shoulder of a young dark-skinned girl whose back is to you. She is busily typing something in to her datapad. You can tell from her intense focus that she is an experienced hacker. Braden is pleased with what he sees. "We're almost set up," he says to the girl. "See if you can get that security network running, Mako."
Mako nods. "Sure thing, Braden. We'll be..." She senses you watching her and glances behind her. "Hey now," she says, eyebrows raised.
Braden turns your way and smiles warmly. "Hey indeed. The main attraction is here." You step fully into the room and he strides to you. "Team," he says to the others in the room. "this is the girl we're pinning all our hopes on. Best shot I've ever seen and nerves of steel. She's Great Hunt material all right. What do you say, hunter? Ready to meet your team?"
Hunger:100
Exhaustion:90
Conditions:
Equipment:Gray jumpsuit, black boots, black gloves, belt with single holster, worn green armor(D+2), level 1 blaster(A+1)
Inventory: Earpiece translator, datapad, wrist holocommunicator
Credits: 40
Influence: Tarro Blood 1
