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Steel Accord

One Thousand Club
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . .

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The Galaxy is at war. The heroic armies of the Galactic Republic battle the ruthless legions of the Sith Empire across many theaters of conflict. This environment is ripe both for the profiteering of mercenaries like smugglers and bounty hunters, and for families to be torn apart.​
 
Tough hunt tonight. The cold desert nights of Tatooine could hide much in their mists. Few were desperate enough to come here of their own will to hide, but there were always those who saw no other path ahead of them. Nomad was one of the few Bounty Hunters in the galaxy that would take a contract not just on someone known to be extremely dangerous, but on someone who hid themselves on this wasteland of a planet.

The Ner slows as it enters the harsh atmosphere of the desert planet, and soon lands just outside the Mos Eisley Spaceport. There were whispers of his target's crew hanging around here, it'd be the best place to start. Fully geared-up, Nomad puts on his helmet and steps out of his ship, looking around at the sands that seem to stretch out endlessly, like a plague consuming everything it touches.

And yet, he continues on unfazed, heading into the Spaceport, then into its infamous cantina. He'd been here a few times before, very few. He preferred to limit the number of visits he had to make to this place, as most sane people did.

Nomad scans the cantina as he enters, watching carefully for any eyes that seem either too interested in him or too angry at him. Either were threats. His heavy boots beat like percussion against the floor as he walks to the bar and takes a seat, waiting for the bartender to approach.

"I think you know who I'm looking for," he says simply, sliding a few credits towards the bartender.
 
The bartender, a brown scaled trandoshan just snorted.

“Buddy. Everyone who walks in here is looking for someone or something. If your credits are going for info, you might as well point and shoot. You’ll hit someone with a bounty on his head. If you want a drink . . .”
 

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