Razraf was tired of this. He had been hiding away on a transport for hours. He had been skulking through the ship, had dodged these fools as they wandered the ship. He had been nearly discovered not once, not twice, note even four times, but at least five times. People got bored when they were traveling through hyperspace, he figured. Or maybe they were tired of playing Pazaak, or reading, or whatever. He had been patient. That patience was quickly running thin.

They had to be making a lot of money here. That was the way that he had operated for some time: he followed the credits. There was a lot of money to be made here. He wanted to figure out what was going on. A grizzled alien entered the room. Green skin, odd snout, and if Razraf had really cared, he might have been able to put a name to the species. He really didn't care though. The creature peered around, his eyes widening as he noticed the movement by the Selonian. The creature even opened a mouth to say something, but like lightning, the Selonian Bounty Hunter raised his blaster and fired one, twice, and thrice. The body hit the ground. For several moments, he feared he had been discovered.

His pulse pounded in his ears. He was carrying a few weapons, but not enough to take on the whole ship. It would not do if he were so easily discovered. And yet, after several moments, it seemed that no footsteps moved to meet him. No backup arrived to back up their fallen ally. If anything, it seemed as though no soul had heard. He shook his head. Were they all so cut throat, or was he really deep enough in the depths of the transport to go unheard?

He considered the situation as he stalked forward. Perhaps, he considered as he dragged the body. Rodian, he realized. This creature was called a Rodian. Thankfully, this Rodian had not shot first. Otherwise, he might have been cut short of his goal. He had been quick on the draw, but if this body was to be discovered, he would be hard pressed to talk, or to shoot, his way out of this. Instead, he would continue his quiet vigil. He would sit among the cargo, and as soon as they landed, he would move out before he could be found. He would follow from a distance. He would find out who these business contacts were. He would discover who were the buyers, he would discover who were behind the sales. By threat or by manipulation, he would find himself a new source of fortune.

There was certainly a joy and a simplicity to his job. He was getting tired of hunting and killing, and it looked like this business could be his ticket out. He dragged the body back, and considering one of the crates, he popped it open. He started to stuff the body into a weapons crate. It would delay discovery, which would give him the advantage. However he played his cards, he planned to be a very wealthy, very happy Selonian.