In the service of the Hutt
En liten fanfic om två st Rodianska prisjägare i Jabba the Hutts tjänst.
The hum of the speeder’s engine was drowned out by the multiple curses spewed forth by the driver. He had been happily minding his own business with the prisoners below the palace when the accursed Gran sent for him. Now he was on his way to clear up some kind of mess one of those little tarts had gotten themselves into. It was above him why the slug had been so utterly stupid as to hire a “clan” as incompetent as theirs, everyone knew that her kind were worthless. If it hadn’t been for the fat one’s rules he would’ve slaughtered them all months ago. The warning to the hutt about their incompetence had been totally ignored. And now, out of all people, HE had to straighten them out. He was the one who issued the warning which was ignored.
After driving across the dunes for approximately half an hour he came up on the meeting point, several tents spread out over a small area. A bantha and four eopies were tied to one of the tentposts. As he drove up to the campsite, he saw something he wasn't expecting. The contacts were on the ground, The nikto had a knife buried between his ribs, smoke trickled towards the cloudless sky from the bodies of the two aqualish. Above them Vinto, another rodian, was standing, putting a new powerpack into his blaster. Koobis turned off the engine and hopped onto the ground, scanning the scene. After a while Koobis finally spoke, their native tongue, as no one else was present. “I see you killed the contacts?” Koobis asked.
“Yeah”, Vinto answered neutrally in rodese, looking up from his blaster. Koobis prodded one of the smoking bodies with a steel-shod boot before kneeling down, to look through its pockets. “I see you looted them too..” Koobis said, turning an empty pouch upside down.
“Yeah”, Vinto answered in the same tone, still playing with his blaster. A few silent minutes passed, Vinto was admiring the gleam of the two suns in his black blaster and Koobis was still looking for scraps left on the bodies, When in unison 4 sensors turned towards the opening of one of the tents, a reddish pavilion. A split-second later a trandoshan came rushing out, firing his blaster. The trandoshan was still firing wildly as he went down, hit three times by Vinto before Koobis had gotten his blaster out.
The two hunters slowly walked forward firing into the twitching body until they had both emptired their blasters. “Jactna! I thought you secured the area” Koobis swore. “He wasnt there when I came!” Vinto grunted defensively. “Well, anyway, Jabba wants us to sort out some problems in Mos Entha, so get into the speeder” Koobis paused for a moment, then continued as he was looking through the trandoshan’s clothing “One of those clan Ikeeh fools has botched a job”.
“Uh..I can’t leave my eopie here” Vinto complained, turning towards the mounts while reloading his blaster. A moment later the tied animals bawled in terror and pain, desperately trying to get away from the tents; and from Koobis. Koobis was laughing, as he fired his newly reloaded blaster at the helpless creatures. For a moment Vinto was laughing too, until it struck him that Koobis was actually killing his eopie.
A weak “Hey...” was all he managed to say, before he grudgingly accepted what had happened. “Its not a problem anymore, now is it? Get into the speeder” Koobis commanded. Vinto let out a quick sigh, before he walked over to the dead eopie and begun unstrapping his belongings from the saddle, a leather bag and a long rifle. He threw them in the back of the speeder when Koobis caught his attention again. “Dont forget this!”, Koobis threw him his knife. Koobis pulled out a bag filled to the brim with powerpacks from below the drivers seat of the speeder. “So.. why did you blast the contacts anyway?” Koobis wondered, casually restocking his bandolier with power packs. “I’ll tell you later” Vinto responded, chewing on a gorg bun from the leather bag. A few minutes later, both the rodians were on their way towards Mos Entha city. Leaving the scene behind, the air still heavy with the smell of burned flesh and expended tibanna gas.
The hum of the speeder’s engine was drowned out by the multiple curses spewed forth by the driver. He had been happily minding his own business with the prisoners below the palace when the accursed Gran sent for him. Now he was on his way to clear up some kind of mess one of those little tarts had gotten themselves into. It was above him why the slug had been so utterly stupid as to hire a “clan” as incompetent as theirs, everyone knew that her kind were worthless. If it hadn’t been for the fat one’s rules he would’ve slaughtered them all months ago. The warning to the hutt about their incompetence had been totally ignored. And now, out of all people, HE had to straighten them out. He was the one who issued the warning which was ignored.
After driving across the dunes for approximately half an hour he came up on the meeting point, several tents spread out over a small area. A bantha and four eopies were tied to one of the tentposts. As he drove up to the campsite, he saw something he wasn't expecting. The contacts were on the ground, The nikto had a knife buried between his ribs, smoke trickled towards the cloudless sky from the bodies of the two aqualish. Above them Vinto, another rodian, was standing, putting a new powerpack into his blaster. Koobis turned off the engine and hopped onto the ground, scanning the scene. After a while Koobis finally spoke, their native tongue, as no one else was present. “I see you killed the contacts?” Koobis asked.
“Yeah”, Vinto answered neutrally in rodese, looking up from his blaster. Koobis prodded one of the smoking bodies with a steel-shod boot before kneeling down, to look through its pockets. “I see you looted them too..” Koobis said, turning an empty pouch upside down.
“Yeah”, Vinto answered in the same tone, still playing with his blaster. A few silent minutes passed, Vinto was admiring the gleam of the two suns in his black blaster and Koobis was still looking for scraps left on the bodies, When in unison 4 sensors turned towards the opening of one of the tents, a reddish pavilion. A split-second later a trandoshan came rushing out, firing his blaster. The trandoshan was still firing wildly as he went down, hit three times by Vinto before Koobis had gotten his blaster out.
The two hunters slowly walked forward firing into the twitching body until they had both emptired their blasters. “Jactna! I thought you secured the area” Koobis swore. “He wasnt there when I came!” Vinto grunted defensively. “Well, anyway, Jabba wants us to sort out some problems in Mos Entha, so get into the speeder” Koobis paused for a moment, then continued as he was looking through the trandoshan’s clothing “One of those clan Ikeeh fools has botched a job”.
“Uh..I can’t leave my eopie here” Vinto complained, turning towards the mounts while reloading his blaster. A moment later the tied animals bawled in terror and pain, desperately trying to get away from the tents; and from Koobis. Koobis was laughing, as he fired his newly reloaded blaster at the helpless creatures. For a moment Vinto was laughing too, until it struck him that Koobis was actually killing his eopie.
A weak “Hey...” was all he managed to say, before he grudgingly accepted what had happened. “Its not a problem anymore, now is it? Get into the speeder” Koobis commanded. Vinto let out a quick sigh, before he walked over to the dead eopie and begun unstrapping his belongings from the saddle, a leather bag and a long rifle. He threw them in the back of the speeder when Koobis caught his attention again. “Dont forget this!”, Koobis threw him his knife. Koobis pulled out a bag filled to the brim with powerpacks from below the drivers seat of the speeder. “So.. why did you blast the contacts anyway?” Koobis wondered, casually restocking his bandolier with power packs. “I’ll tell you later” Vinto responded, chewing on a gorg bun from the leather bag. A few minutes later, both the rodians were on their way towards Mos Entha city. Leaving the scene behind, the air still heavy with the smell of burned flesh and expended tibanna gas.
