PUBLIC The Hutt Always Wins [Outlaws, Cartel, Bounty Hunters, Etc.]

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    Tatooine

    The desert heat could only be beaten by good old fashion drink. In this backwater town they served a special kind of swill, top shelf moonshine so strong they'd outlawed it on most civilized planets. He'd tracked his bounty here almost too easily. It made it even easier when he learned the good for nothing drunk had acquired a taste for the stuff. They didn't sell it in the likes of Bestine or Mos Eisley.

    It was business as usual when the doors of the saloon slid open and let Rhett inside. Yet as he walked across the barroom, a few heads began to turn. Most ignored the bounty hunter. They'd seen his kind plenty before. But the few, those who really knew who he was... they went silent. From a table to his right he heard a voice,

    "Ain't that Rhett Wilson?" one voice inquired to another,

    "The Gunslinger? Can't be. I thought the Empire got him in that shoot-out on Ord Mantell."

    Once he'd been a legend out here... but now he was a ghost. He wasn't sure whether to be happy that a few folks recalled his legacy. He supposed it didn't matter much now. Those days were passed.

    Before he even reached the bar Rhett had sighted his target. Seemed at this rate the poor bastard wanted to be found with the lack of effort he put in to hiding.

    Rhett stepped up calmly behind him, placing his left hand on the mans shoulder and slipping his pistol gently from its holster with his right. He placed the barrel of the gun squarely in the Nikto's lower back.

    "Turn around friend, slowly."

    The man obliged, wisely. A wild look of fear on the Nikto's face met Rhett's stoic gaze.

    "I.. didn't do it!" the man exclaimed inebriated.

    "I frankly do not care what you did or didn't do, but the Hutts want a word with you, and they're paying me handsomely to bring you in."

    "The... Hutts? Which one? I..I've got connections to Numba you know!"

    "Numba, huh? You been out of the game for a while or somethin'? Numba's dead and buried. I've got four good offers on you, so take a pick."

    Wilson rarely asked these days what the bounties had done, but the price on this one made him think murder, maybe treason against the cartel. There was big money coming after today, if he couldn't get the target back to Nal Hutta that was. Double crossing was a Hutt national sport, and with such a high demand for the head of this one weasel, Rhett figured it was only a matter of time before some other ambitious hunter got the jump on him...

     
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    " He better be in here." Jek said with stoic expression. The insignificant sizes of sand particles riddled his trench cloak, dirtying it's color and causing it to fade slightly. The gate was destined to occur for his under tunic and corellian trousers. The only item that didn't show fade in color was a medallion the hung from his neck. It had a single symbol soon it's center. Black Sun. Jek Raynar was on official business for the Black Sun. Find and bring in the slimy Nikto that decided to borrow more than he could chew. A massive debt was owed and according to Syndicate politics, it was going to be paid in some form or another.

    That was his job. Enforce Syndicate politics, be it ally or foe, no one escaped the confines of rules. Entering the cantina with three Black Sun thugs behind him, Jek slowly made a gesture with his hand signalling his men to stop and be alert.

    " Well shab." The Calian cursed aloud and examined the man holding a gun to the his targets back. A smile formed on his men's faces. A sinister chuckle soon emitting soon observing the scene. " Laugh it up. Cause you would laugh if you knew who this was." Jek gave a micro expression suggesting a smirk. "Rhett Wilson?" Jek asked and looked around the cantina for someone to confirm the identity of this man. There were few implications and movements that suggested he was correct. He hopes he wasn't.

    Rhett Wilson was a known gunslinger on Tatooine and to Jek the man was known by his reputation alone. He had heard rumors from his more experienced men, other Black Sun enforcers and even a few Vigo's. If this was him then this could get complicated but if this wasn't, then his duo of Zeltron dates wouldn't have to wait much longer on him.

    " Let me guess, you also crossed the Hutts as well?" Jek's jaw grew stern looking at the Nikto. Sharp eyes beamed at the aliens captor. " How many offers are on your target?" Jek asked the gunslinger. If there was a non violent resolution then he would be the one to find it. Jek had a reputation for his charm, patience and ability for extreme violence when shit needed to get done. The ladder he used as last resort.

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    The Nikto said nothing in response. Maybe the revelation had shocked him, maybe he was just too scared. Didn't really matter to Rhett... he'd get paid whether there was a bidding war on this guys head, or not.

    Rhett gave his acquisition a hard shove on the shoulder to turn him around, pressing him against the bar and locking him in a pair of handcuffs. As the cuffs clicked in place, he heard the door slide open behind him, and the room fell eerily quiet in a moment.

    When he heard the man call his name, he lowered his hat slightly more over his eyes. One good thing about being a great shot was not leaving behind too many enemies. Being legal dead in Imperial databases helped too, though he knew being back on the beat for the Hutts was going to draw some attention.

    The whole world seemed to slow around him in the silent moments between the entrance of the Syndicate thugs and their arrival next to him.

    The Nikto was drunk, but he wasn't stupid. His mouth might as well have been sealed shut. He knew damn well he'd crossed the Hutts, and now the direction of his life depended on not screwing up the coming moments.

    The enforcer was straight to business, and any business right now that didn't involve bloody knuckles was the kind Rhett liked, and he reckoned the Black Sun knew that well.

    "Four. All Hutt families,"
    Rhett turned his head to confirm who he was dealing with, and the glint of the Black Sun medallion to him everything he needed to say carefully in the next second. "Black Sun interested in this one too?"

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    Four Hutt families. This presented a brainteaser of a problem now. If this Nikto were wanted by any other criminal group, then Jek would of already layed down the "law" and this capture would of ended. The bounty hunter would be bribed or taken care of in some fashion and that would be it.

    As it stood the Black Sun and Hutt Cartel was on talking terms with one another for profits sake but within specific terms. Outside the trade agreements both the Syndicate and Cartel had, they were not to be trusted and we're the enemy. It was fickle and loaded with politics Jek hated to think about. Now being in this situation he was forced too.

    Jek nodded and blinked slowly. This body language appeared calmer with his arms at his side, much calmer than his men behind him. " An outstanding debt. Borrowed money with agreed interest rate. Didn't pay. Up, up and up it goes. You know how the game works." Jek offered a smile and removed the hat from his head. Resting it against his chest. Midst the movement his eyes scanned the cantina for it's exits and entrances. Typical layouts of Tatooine architecture had only ways of getting in and he had to assume this still applied to this building.

    " I'll be generous and not insult your intelligence. Your not going to give him over without something in return. So what can I do for you, Mr. Wilson?" The Calian said turning a eye to his men and spoke falleen briefly. Two of the thugs moved back standing post inside the cantina enterance, while the third eyed the gunslinger as he walked past him with a wide birth. Their weapons holstered. The third thug explored the back end of the cantina.

    If I don't return with this Nikto then it will be my arse, but like wise, Wilson can't simply hand over the bounty without it effecting his reputation as a hunter and with the Hutts. Poor lad has offended both Black Sun and the Cartel, both demand justice, so who gets to issue it? Sithspit I hate this fething political poodoo.

    Jeks Raynars thoughts spun as he browsed the options he had.

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    Its not every day a famed gunfighter, may or may not be dead, and a host of smartly dressed men came into contact with one another. Let alone from Black Sun. There are days when a hunt would be easy, and other days when it would be a mine field with no right direction. Someone or someones were going to have a very bad day. Currently, not on a bounty. Had no beef with anyone within the cantina, yet here in came a banthapoke of a man dressed with weapons ready for a fight, though hoped it would end with ease.

    A slow reach to the chrome dome to pull down a hatch at the base, there was no more drinking to be done. A standoff was starting. Watching it would have been fun, but taking part? Even better.

    The two spoke. Respecting the power that the individual had, as well as the contract between Black Suns, and the Hutts. Considering the Hutts have stayed in power for quite literally thousands of years in different capacities, on various planetary systems, Black sun was not foolish enough to just go guns blazing. However, the amount of people that this single, while well renowned gunfighter, was not a situation that could be considered favorable.

    For now, a steady hand was kept on the grip of the pistols. Either thigh was ready to be drawn with a smooth and fast draw with wide holsters. Sure the Disruptor rifle would have been nice, it was clumsy in short spaces, and really only had a shot or two before having to be reloaded. Far as any bounty job taken has been so far, It was first come, first served. That is, unless you could take the hunter out a different way. Such as with the Great Hunt.

    "A dead man would want to stay dead I reckon, waistcoat."

    Not saying that Rhett wanted to be killed, but more so keep his name on the down low from rumors of the Imperials, as well as others that may want to fight the man just to say. "I killed him."

    "But on the other hand, A credit is hard to replace in times like these."

    Staying seated at the table, it was a very small amount of concealment. The men who were here, were covering doors. Not patrons. Likely not a good idea considering how many people come to Tatooine to run, or to hide.

    "Excuse me, rude to interrupt. Just finding this... interaction fascinating."

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    This wasn’t the first time he’d dealt with the Black Sun.They were ever present and powerful in the underworld, even before Pietas when the Hutts and the Bounty Hunter’s Guild were regulated. But the Hutts were gaining power, and if Rhett turned his bounty over for any price, he’d wind up in the same position as the sorry bastard.


    A dozen options flickered through his mind as he reached for a cigarette.


    “You’ve got me in a bind.” he remarked as he lit it up and inhaled slowly. The smoke used to burn… these things had nearly killed him in his youth, but the metal in his throat and lungs had changed that. As a cyborg he could smoke as much as he damn well pleased, and in a situation like this… well damn, he would need a second one.


    The Hutts wouldn’t take kindly to any business with their enemies that wasn’t written in a pretentious treaty for show. More so, he didn’t want to jeopardize his budding relationship with them. In the last three years the bounty hunting game had become cutthroat once again, and the Guild offered little protection to its members these days.


    So, what could the Syndicate give him?


    “Going price on this one is ten thousand. I figured I could get it to fifteen at least, if the Hutts don’t start firing shots over the bidding war.”


    That was the best he could ask for, alongside not getting gunned down. From behind them another voice spoke up. Rhett pushed himself off the bar and ashed his cigarette into the tray. Calmly he turned to face the Mandalorian.


    “If I’d known this job would bring so much attention…” he mumbled as he eyed the new entry up and down. This was another man who recognized him, and Rhett found more often than not they weren’t fans. But that wasn’t his life anymore. He’d spent so much of his life robbing, hustling, dueling for fame and glory… sticking it to the man. It didn’t net him too many friends.


    “You here to bring this one in too, Mando? If all you boys wanna fight for him, I think I’ll order myself a beer"

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    For a mere moment, veins networking in the enforcers neck and face twitched. Like a wave the vessels rose and submerged. His pupils shook. Dilating slightly and then returning back to normal. A calm blank expression. Not one of the knuckleheads he brought along with him seemed to care to report the mandalorian sitting casually in the cantina.

    Stress.

    Not that it was their fault. Though Jek was certainly going to blame them. The Enforcer was so focused on the environment and its possible advantages and disadvantages, that the armor clad man eluded his perception. Focus on a single detail long enough and you lose sight of the whole. The fact the mandalorians was entertained by the interaction thus far was rather slightly humorous and annoying. Humorous due to the scenario and annoying for the sole reason that Jek may have to fight not one but two hunters over this Nikto.

    The Calians eyes peeled over to the mandalorian as Rhett Wilson spoke and eased into a cigarrete. He thinks he is in a bind. Heck. I am in a bind. " A bind you are in. Nothing you cant handle though, Mr. Wilson. As long as I am dealing with you, a gunslingin, bounty hunter and personal business man. You have nothing to worry about. Trust me." Jek forced a smile. He let his ears do what they did best and listened to the gunslingers words. What he didn't mention was the part where Rhett Wilson could of been considered a enemy of the Syndicate if this went south.

    There wasn't going to be a bidding war. Not this time. " Ten thousand eh." He snorted and licked his lips. The rate was a non-issue for any Enforcer of the syndicate. From the hundreds of lower ranking dogs under his command, Jek was easily bringing in thousands of credits daily. The Calian took one step closer to inspect the Nikto and considered it. " I'll tell you what, I can wire you eight thousand right now and give you access to a, uh, personal spring cleaning list for a Vigo I work along side. My name is Jek Raynar. Feel free to note the name, its not gonna wear out anytime soon." The offer was on the table like a double edged sword. Immediate credits with the access to work directly for a Black Sun Vigo and yet that was also the edge to it.

    Jek looked around at all the patrons in the cantina. Anyone of them could of been a Cartel informant, including the mandalorian. Where was his allegiances? Highest bidder maybe? " Thats if... this Mando here ain't after the bounty as well." The enforcer tilted his head and glared at the Mando briefly.

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    While hidden, a smile could have been heard if spoken out loud to the interaction taking place. Both of these men, believed that this bounty is what was wanted. However, it was not. A nice and easy day is all that was desired, but the aspect of ten thousand credits was not an offer one could easily pass up. Even if Bounty hunting currently was already lucrative. No.

    A shake of the head was given to both of these individuals. As much as there was always the interaction of a fight breaking out, Mandalorians knew from training that a gun was not always needed. Sometimes, it was just some cold words, and a stare down with an unblinking visor. Though, some had the gall to attempt this anyways just to try and prove they could defeat a culture that was bred for war, conflict and literal genocide. Though, that last one hadn't been done in a time now regarded as myth and legend. Instead, all that was needed, is a snack, a drink, and relaxing seat to sit back in.

    "Off the clock boys. Not happy with the last job."

    A gloved hand brought up to expose the vambrace and lightly armored hand, shown in a shrug as though this was just a day where the world collapsed around a man. Like it had happened before. Many, many times before.

    "Well if Gunfighter over here doesn't take that list, I'll snag it to move on from this bounty."

    The same exposed hand lifting up and forming into a fist to lightly tap with a metallic clinking.

    "You know, wouldn't hurt to have a Gunslinger like yourself Wilson. I'm sure a Vigo will have enough people for two."

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    " I'll tell you what, I can wire you eight thousand right now and give you access to a, uh, personal spring cleaning list for a Vigo I work along side. My name is Jek Raynar. Feel free to note the name, its not gonna wear out anytime soon."

    Rhett ponder the offer. It was a good one, considering the alternatives, and he was going to be a fool either way. It was better to be a fool with some job security than a fool down on his luck. He'd take it easy, and if easy meant affiliation with the Black Sun, than so be it.

    "Thats if... this Mando here ain't after the bounty as well."

    And there it was, the catch. Rhett looked back and forth between the two men. Damnedest thing about Mandos were the eternal poker face's they called helmets.

    "Well if Gunfighter over here doesn't take that list, I'll snag it to move on from this bounty. You know, wouldn't hurt to have a Gunslinger like yourself Wilson. I'm sure a Vigo will have enough people for two."

    That was a less appealing option to Rhett. But doing the tango with a Mando wasn't his style either, especially if that was genuine Beskar.

    "I ain't much one for workin' with other fellas. The question I have for you is if I'm gonna be leaving this establishment if I turn you down."

    He was hoping for a good response from the Mandalorian, but in the back of his mind his bionic arm was ready to draw as needed...

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    The exchange of words was pleasing to the enforcers hears. There was no need to violence here, not yet atleast, not when gentlemen could settle down and talk it out. Civilized just as Jek wanted it to be. From the start his chest had been pounding but not from any sort of nerve. It was a deep stabbing pain and a wheeze lingered in his lungs. Veins in his face, neck and chest area showed in shades of dark blue and purple in some sections.

    He looked ill.

    Or drugged.

    Could of been a mixture of both but no one would really know. Not for sure.

    The enforcers face twisted into confusion. The appearance of satisfaction taken away by the sudden question by Mr. Wilson. " Hmm? No. No. No. That wont do. You were doing so well. You were receptive to curiosity, You had established trust with the reality of your predicament and now this..." Jek's eyes darted back and forth, scanning the ceiling as if words could seen. The words he wanted to use. " I extended you the curiosity of my better judgement, Mr. Wilson. Dont toss it away so quickly. This Mando here is more interested in future business I think."

    Jek Raynars head turned to Tarre Priest . Eyes dilating slightly as stress, anger and a loss of patience leaked from the pores of his brow. " Am I right? Mando." The gesture was more than a mere question. It was display of aggression and intimidation.

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    "Business is dirty Raynar. Be careful with putting words into my mouth."

    Sure, the gunfighter wanted to work alone on this. Understood. Working with someone else who may or may not be up to snuff is questionable. Moreover, it was the idea that someone could take what you wanted. Maybe we both wanted something, and had to fight over it. Well if no one was there, then there wouldn't be a unnecessary fight. Nah, it was the look given that sent annoyance to the mind. Wanting me to force an interaction for his benefit? Honestly, the thought of drinking rancor shit was more inviting.

    "Its an open offer. The idea of removing competition is there, but I'd rather have a challenge."

    Speaking directly to the man who honestly, just wanted to leave with the bounty he had rightfully in his hand. Of course there were always the ones that killed other hunters for a bounty, but more often than not, it wasn't worth it. Plus, taking out a Legend, myth, whatever he was, would only make a target upon the back for someone else to come and claim the title of "best gunslinger."

    It mattered not about the title, it was just the money, getting the job done, and maybe, maybe doing a couple things right every once in a while. Instead the decision was made to just let everything slide.

    "I'll say let the man leave with his bounty knowing he could have more if he wanted. Or, you can attempt to kill him, but it's likely going to end up with you and your other Enforcers with holes you didn't come in with."

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    "Lets not start our swoops before the gun, gentlemen,"

    The Mandalorian was right. This wouldn't end well for the Black Sun if pistols were drawn. But the Black Sun wasn't the Empire, or the Republic, they didn't have the same kind of protocol... the same kind of reserve. They were ruthless bastards, even more so than the Hutts it seemed. They could very well all end up on the floor.

    "I'll take your deal Mr. Rayner, but know that this was my capture."
    It felt good to say, but he wondered how long until he'd be the capture of some better hunter.

    " 'Course it ain't my business who you give out your jobs to. I might not be takin' to partnerships, but I don't mind sharin'."

    He tried to defuse the situation before it was too late. There was a way they could all walk out of here having profited, and in one piece. Once again the prospect of working for the Syndicate crossed his mind. Sure it would be dirtier, rougher... maybe a bit more bleak. But life was bleak, and life didn't always roll out the welcome mat like the Black Sun did right then...

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    " As if I actually could put words into your mouth, mando. Not with that bucket of metal over your noggin." Jek shifted his brow making the comment. The mandos mouth seemed to keep going but the only response his words would get out of Jek were silence in the form of a glare and eye roll.

    " How about you let the adults finish business and budge out, young-in. You making assumptions isn't making me think very highly of you." Jek sneered and then turned his head toward Rhett Wilson as he agreed to hand over the Nikto and thus conclude business here in the cantina. This prompted the enforcer to take out a digital credit ledger and datapad.
    " Unless your workin for me directly, which you might in the soon to be future, I dont have direct control over who you would be working with. Send me your routing information." His hand holding the datapad motioned slightly. " After I issue part of your credits, hand over the Nikto to the men behind me." The Calians head tilted at the two thugs guarding the interior of the cantina entrance.
     
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    A chuckle is all the Enforcer would get. Forcing words through a Mandalorian Iron helmet, was true to their culture. Stubborn to a fault for many of them. In honest, it was more so just a warning to the Enforcer. Not to be trifled without consequences. Sure, four men against one would be difficult, but that is kind of the thing for Mandalorians to do. Challenging themselves against the odds that may be stacked against them. Hell, its why the Clones of Jango Fett back in the Clone Wars were so goddamn effective.

    However, the comment of the Adults talking it out, just made silence make a deafening echo in the helm. Making assumptions is what kept people alive in many cases, but also got you into trouble if you weren't careful. Rhett spoke up quickly about not jumping the gun, which didn't really help.

    Emotions can run rampant if not checked. While they were currently, it was difficult to do. Just a glare of the T-visor was hard upon Jek. Still, one could always stir the pot.

    "Well then how will the children play Enforcer? Gotta use a squirt-gun every now and again."

    A shake of the metal head before attention was drawn to Rhett continuing to discuss the transfer of this bounty. Just really having a let down with some well known bounty hunter turning over their prize just because someone offers a little more credits. He could have at least haggled him for a minute or two. Instead, handed over for just some credits and a "possible" location of a storage that a Vigo would have.

    "Get a drink Raynar. Mandalorians are not really well thought of to begin with."

    It was this application of the handover that just perplexed the mind. The thought of more trouble to get something good out of this was presented, but that meant doing it yourself. When a job was already in the bag. This "Sharing" wasn't really all that grand it was made out to be. Nor was it caring for others by doing so. This was personal interests.

    "Not looking for a relationship Rhett. Just one-night-stands. Otherwise, I get tied down, but that Vigo is all yours. I just find it questionable that an Enforcer would sell out a Vigo to make a quick bounty. Never know what is going on in the mind of a Black Sun... well, other than credits and a blaster bolt."

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    "If there's one thing I've learned in the last few years Mando, its that a steady stream of credits sure beats the big bucks all at once. And hell, the Hutts were liable to double-cross me anyway."

    He held those truths to heart. His years as a gunslinger, as an outlaw... no more than a highwayman thinking he was top shit because he could steal more money than he knew what was good for from the Empire.

    Rhett grabbed the Nikto by the cuffs and dragged him close, then he pulled his datapad from his pocket. With a few buttons, he'd sent his routing info along encrypted channels to the black sun. As he hit the send button he held the Bounty a little bit tighter, for good measure.

    "He's all yours when I see the pay. I know Black Sun is good for it."

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