Kandosii Casino
Space Around Daemun, Clan Vizsla Territory
Von Ricmore
The bald Kiffar known as Von Ricmore let out a pleased sigh. He had been far too busy as of late preparing for the conflict his visions told him was on the horizon. Armor and weapons were crafted, troop drills were conducted; it was a time of seemingly endless preparation. But that was past now. Now he could finally relax.
The Kiffar entered a small portion of the Casino serving as a dedicated bathhouse. Disrobing, he placed his clothing in the designated area before entering the relaxing waters. Pleasant scents designed to put bathers at ease filled the room and Von had no problem breathing deeply as he made himself comfortable in the warm waters.
All was right with the galaxy. If not, he could wait until tomorrow to deal with whatever chaos inevitably cropped up.
Beep Beep Beep.
That noise. No it couldn’t be his commlink. Maybe if he ignored it the sound would go away?
Beep Beep Beep.
No no no. Everything was fine. The caller would go away soon and Von could enjoy his nice soak.
Beep Beep Beep.
“Sithspit!” Von exclaimed as he pushed himself out of the calming waters.
He marched over to the commlink in a rage, picking it up and answering the call.
“What is it?” He snarled
“Have I caught you at a bad time?” Zxyl Taldrya, Regent to the Dark Brotherhood inquired.
Oh no. Von was in for it now.
“I..uh of course not Lord Regent, I mean no disrespect.” The Sith clearly tried to cover for himself.
He heard a chuckle in the background.
“No matter. I require a service from you Von. I need you to hunt my Regent Thran Palpatine.”
Was this a late April fools joke?
“What could Thran have done to acquire your ire sir?”
“He had the audacity to steal my new ship. The tracker is still active.”
Stealing a ship? A fine example of self expression that one can use to lord their wealth and power over others? Unacceptable. This Thran Palpatine was surely heinous.
“My lord, I know that I am part of a Mandalorian clan, but surely you have access to better bounty hunters than I?”
“That is of no consequence. I have decided that you will be the hunter and that is final.”
What.
“May I inquire why I was chosen for such an assignment?” Von asked.
“No.”
Okay then. It appeared that Von had no choice in the matter.
“Very well. I accept my lord. I’ll bring the Concordia and have him captured shortly.”
“An entire capital ship Von? Truly you are compensating for something.”
Von’s eye twitched. Was this really the place for such a comment? The sith let his building annoyance out as a sigh before ending the call.
Concordia
Space around Ryloth
Nine jumps. Nine hyperspace jumps. The crew of the Concordia were hard at work tracking Lord Zxyl’s stolen Sith Infiltrator. The series of hyperspace jumps felt like a wild loth cat chase and Von knew he wasn’t the only one getting irritated at the antics.
After days of trying to narrow routes and find the stolen ship it appeared the crew had cornered it outside Planet Ryloth.
Von’s thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of the bridge’s communication system.
“Incoming communication from the Sith Infiltrator.”
“Put it through.” Von instructed.
Thran’s youthful and dastardly handsome face projected from the holoprojector.
“Took you long enough to find me. I swear they put just anyone in Clan Leadership positions these days.” The human snarked
Von growled. “As you can see we have you heavily outgunned. I suggest surrendering immediately before we blow you out of the sky.”
“Sure.”
Von couldn’t believe his ears. “What do you mean sure? No attempts to resist? No bravado?”
“Why bother, as you said you have me outgunned. Got to fly a new ship and waste your time. I’ll come along nicely and pay the bounty off so I can move on with my life.”
Why was this happening? First Zxyl, now the target. Von just wanted to get back to his relaxation and forget this day ever happened.
Von let out a long suffering sigh. “We’ll open a hangar for you.”
And that was how Von’s relaxing day was ruined, chasing after a grown man who went for a joyride like a teenager.