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It was a beaitiful day, that warm summer night. I had just landed on Naboo to meet Padme for dinner and a drink. "What a wonderful place," Magik thought, as the Royal guards escorted him to see Padme. She entered the room with so much amazement, her gown flowed to the floor, her hair was done in a dramatic bob. She looked so amazing that night, I was speechless. I didn't have much of a wait, that night, she had been waiting for me, ready for our casual dinner, but the was nothing casual about it, Padme looked stunning as always. The meal was excellent, we ate side by side in the grand ballroom. Drinks came after dinner, champagne, was Padme favorite, we talked business and about other things as well. It was nice to finally catch up on many things that had almost been forgotten.

My travels had left me weary, but I carried on. Business with the lady was a priority and discretion was the topic at hand. We finally left the grand ballroom, I have never seen her so excited. She told me numerous stories about her fair dealings with the nearby systems. I could only applaud her, for her ministry. He had hit a high note, the moon was full that night and we gazed upon the starz, on the terrace balacony. I always knew Naboo was a wonderful place, but I could never forget the moments spent with her that night. She teased me of busines to come and future dealings. She told me I would always have a place at her side. I cherrished that moment, we had a common respect for eachother, something I could not look past. Our ventures were very fruitful and everlasting. I will never forget the times spent with Padme, what a wonderful wome!

##### On board of Ranarr's VT-49 Decimator

*"Yes Consul, I'm closing on him as we speak."*

Through his comlink Ranarr is in contact with Master Dek Sabbat, the newly appointed Consul of Tarentum, who gave him the order to track down and bring back (dead or alive) a traitor to the Clan.

*"Make sure you get the job done my friend,"* Dek said, just before they lost connection.

The signal of the comlink was jammed, *"Damn, what's this?!"* Seconds later his radar shut down as well. As Ranarr looked through his left window, he noticed a small ship closing in. Through the radio came an unknown voice: *"Greetings."*

*"Who is this?
"The name is Fett and I'm curious, who are you?"
"Ranarr Kul, and I'd like you to stop jamming my equipment"
"I'm afraid I can't do that Ranarr Kul. I have you on my radar for a while now and it seems like you keep getting in my way..."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You are hunting my bounty, mister Kul."
"So, you're a bountyhunter huh."
"No, mister Kul, I'm THE bountyhunter. I'd like you to turn around and let me do my job, without you getting hurt."*

Before Ranarr could even response to that last message, the stranger flew of at high speed. It seemed like his radar was working again and his comlink... *"Yes!"* was on again to.

*"Consul, we might have a problem here..."
"Stay focused Ranarr."*

Two hunters stalking the same prey, and neither was backing of. That the best Mercenary may get the job done.

I don't feel anything anymore.

Outlined and written in one hour. Apologies in advance, as this isn't quite the tale I had hoped to craft in the time we had.