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[h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3]
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The Holotable brought up the Sol star chart with a few taps, an intricate hologram of swirling celestial bodies. A small marker blinked into existence, showing them their location in relation to the rest of the system. It was hurling quickly towards a familiar haven for their profession - the Weighing Stones in the depths of Terra, on the southern tip of an area once known as Argentina. Now, it was just one part of the complex machine their home planet was transformed into, the deep, deep, deep underbelly of the Inmuda district the perfect hiding place for those who skirted the law in the name of success.

Given that they were passing only a few light-years off Arrako, it wouldn't take much time to exit hyperspace, flip a u-y, and re-enter after the system calculated their route. A brief analysis suggested it would take less than a Terran day to arrive, pending whatever system warnings appeared. Most of them went ignored, as either they'd obtained the ship with those warnings or they just didn't have the credits to afford non-critical repairs, but Danni always offered a cursory glance before they kept speeding on. He wasn't super keen on dying in the yawning void of space, and he didn't have the skills to prevent it if it came to that. 

Even as the chit disappeared, Danni clung to his little family, almost in tears. [Color=E948FC]"15 million credits? We… we could just fuckin' retire or somet'ing. Buy a nice place on whatever planet we wanted and just fuck around until we die. Or, or, or we could drink at t'e Weighin' Stones for like… ever. Wouldn't 'ave to be sober for any of t'is bullshit anymore!"[/color] Danni was breathless, starting to shake with excitement. [Color=E948FC]"T'anos's taint, we could like, get one of t'ose really fancy AI assistants for t'e ship! We could fix [i]everyt'in'[/i] wrong wit' t'e ship! We could do whatever t'e fuck we wanted! 15 million credits…"[/color] He muttered reverently. 

Now, Danni wasn't the smartest person on this ship, but as the shock cleared and the gears in his head started to spin, he could only think of two groups that could offer a Bounty that large and still get posted. [Color=E948FC]"So, obviously we're 'unting t'is bitch ass doctor, but should we take t'e time to figure out who posted it? Like, was it the Empire or t'e Val'shans? Can't imagine t'is is a private listing for t'at fucking price."[/color] The Val'shans were the opposite and equals to the Empire, lording over the dark underbelly of the Sol system with an iron fist. Crossing them was basically a death sentence, much like crossing the Empire. Rumors said they were the Empire, and the Rebellion, and some insane aliens that were actually head worms that took over bodies, but no one seemed to know the truth. [color=E948FC]"T'ough, I guess t'ey're both normally good for t'eir credits so it doesn't matter, huh? Just need to know who else got sent out for t'is poor dude's 'ead."[/color]

Danni was already halfway to the cockpit, the door sliding open with the familiar hiss, bit got stuck halfway. A swift kick to the scuff mark of the wall had the door sliding the rest of the way. [Color=E948FC]"Anyone know anyt'in' about thl'is guy? Empire scientist, by the looks of it, but 15 million credits and t'e job sent out to t'e 'unters means 'e's dangerous as shit, right? Probst don't want to walk into somethin' like t'is blind again."[/color] Danni's nose wrinkled as he thought for a moment, and then groaned. [Color=E948FC]We're gonna 'ave to beat thl'e ot'ers off wit' a stick, aren't we?"[/color] He switched the door of the cockpit into an open position, leaving it wide so he could talk and ease the ship out of hyperspace.

Danni threw himself into the seat, switching off the ion stabilizers and reducing the gravity generators intensity as he eased off the hyperspace drive. The gravity engines always got a little cranky when they were at full throttle for so long, but Danni just cooed quietly and whispered encouraging things until he felt them chill out a little. If they kept them that high out of hyperspace, they'd get yanked through the bottom of the ship. As the universe became more defined around them, Danni set the computer to start calculating the return trip. [color=E948FC]"So, what we t'inkin' about t'is? Wort' it?"[/color]