[b]Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa
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An entire womp rat had been skewered on a stick, cooked over an open fire for hours and sprinkled with salt. Balkk was impressed that it was just 10 credits, to say the most. The dirty Gungan's had done a decent job. He left the Gungan's stall and found a quiet area to stand and eat it. He leaned on a building at the side of the market and tucked in/ As he sunk his teeth into the meaty hide, he almost heard his protesting stomach go silent. Several minutes passed as Balkk silently went through the meat, his beady eyes watching the street in front of him. He heard a group of Weequay talking loudly about a Jedi they had just had a gun fight with and smiled to himself. If a large group of thugs had struggled to take him down, he highly doubted a small group of pirates with blasters could. He picked a bone from his teeth and flicked it to the ground. [i]Now, for the limbs.[/i] As he began tucking into the thigh of the skewered rat, he felt a presence beside him. 

He glanced around in time for the alien to begin talking in a low voice. 'You should have shot him when you first saw him. Or used a detonator. You made a fool of yourself' it said. 'You what?' answered Balkk, his voice slightly muffled by a mouth full of meat. [i]How long's he been standing there?[/i] The alien moved to the front of him and for a moment, the Trandoshan wondered if he was being mugged. 'My boss is hiring you, and you now work for me. Triple your current pay and you might just learn something along the way. Your choice' said the alien. Balkk took an almighty swallow, clearing his mouth of meat. He winced slightly as a bone scratched the side of his throat. 'Who the fuck are you?' he replied, standing to his full height. The bounty hunter was slightly annoyed at the patronising ton of the aliens tone. His vulgar question went unanswered, however, as the alien was already waking away. 

[i]Triple pay? To work for this fucker...?[/i] His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out his holo-communicator. He tapped a few buttons onto it and waited patiently a few moments. A stern looking human man appeared on the screen. 'Well? Is he dead?' demanded the man. 'No. Half of Nar Shadda is looking for him now' growled the Trandoshan. 'Oh, you useless pile of scales!' shouted the man, a vein popping out on his neck. 'What now? You're not getting paid if you don't kill him!'. 'Depends how much I'm getting paid' answered Balkk, already bored of this conversation. His employer was some high ranking official on Coruscant and quite a snobbish, annoying man. '10,000 credits is the agreed amount. And I'm not going any higher, you blithering lizard!' The man was shouting again, so Balkk turned off his communicator. He looked into the crowd. The wide brimmed hat was still visible in the crowd, down the street a bit. [i]30,000 sounds nice. And if I play my cards right, I can still get 10,000 off of that Corellian twat.[/i]

The piece of skewered meat was dropped to the floor, forgotten. The Trandoshan wasn't hungry any more. He was slightly suspicious, however. Last time he had trusted a dangerous looking alien he had been dropped onto a forest moon and spent two days thinking about his life. He shook the thought out of his head. [i]That was years ago. I'll finish him if he tries anything on me. 30,000 credits will get the Jawa's off my back about that star fighter and leave me with a bit of money to update[/i]. The Trandoshan smiled and rubbed his hands together. This was going to work well. He squinted down the street and could still see the wide brimmed hat in the crowd. He made a decision. 

He pushed through the street for several minutes until he caught up with his new employer. He walked in stride beside him and lifted his hood over his head. 'Who do you want dead?' he asked quietly. His hand reached down to his stun blaster behind his cloak. If the alien tried anything, he had a round to finish him off with and escape.