[i]En Route to Hoth[/i] 

Harsk was doing his ritual before every mission or planned fight, the first part being cleaning and checking his equipment. It was a good luck charm of sorts. It was always wise to have one's equipment operating at peak efficiency before you entered a fight, and the fact that the few times he hadn't cleansed and looked over hisloadout before a mission had all resulted in disaster (most notably, the loss of all his Jagganth points) only served to prove to Harsk that there was [i]something[/i] to cleaning and examining his gear. Whether it be the Scorekeeper's approval (his personal opinion), the Force, or simply luck, it was something that had only ever helped him.  

He had picked up Evamadi's communication while passing through the system on his way to another job. Upon hearing that she was a jedi, he promptly informed his client that he was no longer searching for the target, and had his X-10D droid pilot (fondly called Exxy) take them towards the planet. Where there were Jedi, especially Jedi in trouble, there was bound to be opportunity for Jagganth points. And rescued jedi had the full bank of the Republic behind them to pay him for his efforts. 

Carefully placing the sonic rifle back on the rack, Harsk made his way through the small halls of his ship [i]The Scorekeepers' Blessed[/i]  ([i]The Blessed[/i] for short), towards his trophy room. The second part of his ritual was to remember his past victories and their near failures. He walked into the room, stopping by each carefully preserved item. These were the best of his victories as both a slaver and a bounty hunter. A silverback Wookie pelt, the last berserker of his clan. He had killed seven of Harsk's fellow slavers before Harsk had ended him. 

The hilt of a broken vibroblade, the weapon of a champion Rodian duelist. He had killed many Bounty Hunters before Harsk, and nearly killed Harsk himself. He was too reliant upon his blade. When Harsk broke it, he was left defenseless. The warped remains of a blaster sniper rifle. A Gungan sharpshooter's favorite weapon. Harsk had been trying to kill him with three other bounty Hunters, and had finally decided to simply blow up the building the target was in when those three fell to his precise shots.  

A cracked Mandalorian helmet. The warrior had insulted a very rich Hutt before attempting to leave Nar Shadda. Harsk had tracked him down by the bodies and the screaming as the Mandalorian and his two fellows killed anyone trying to stop them. Harsk had ended up throwing a grenade to separate them and tackled the target off of one of the walkways and onto a lower level. The human had fought well, with all the brutal training his culture was known for, but there was only so much one could do when plummeting 40 feet and struggling with a Trandoshan on top of you. 

And finally, in the center piece of the room, two lightsabers. One warped and blackened, completely unusable. The other still pristine, even after all this time. Drakran's training was invaluable in reclaiming his Jagganth points, and Harsk would never forget it. 

As if summoned by the mere thought of his name, Drakran's voice echoed through the ship's comms. Harsk grinned at the message, heading towards the cockpit. "Harsk, two more ships detected en route to Hoth. One identified as Drakran's, the other unknown." Exxy informed him, the droid continuing to pilot [i]The Blessed[/i] towards the ice planet. "Excellent. Patch me through to Drakran." Exxy complied, and soon Harsk was facing a hologram of the Zabrak sith. "Drakran, you're in luck. I picked up the transmission by that Jedi too, and was to curious to ignore it. We're already in the same system. I have your ship on my radar, along with someone else. Why don't we land next to each other, and then go investigate whatever this issue of Evamadi Tashar's is, hmm? I presume its the same goals as usual? Kill the Jedi, hurt the Republic? Tell you what, since Jedi give such a bonus to Jagganth Points, and I like you, I'll help you for half price."