"I don't care why you decided to come into a hospital guns blazing. You know full well what can happen to you...breaking the code as you have. Harming civilians, fellow bounty hunters, almost killing a bounty with little cause. If I didn't need you. You would still be pinned to a wall waiting for Ithor's authorities to arrive and pick you up. I don't forgive easily Bossk. I don't forget easily. And you have yet to do anything to earn any trust from me." Bossk was right about one thing. He felt exhausted from over exerting his force abilities. He of course would never admit this to him. He didn't want him to think he was in control. Because in reality, Bossk wasn't in total control. He had no qualms with sticking with his regular abilities as a Kushiban and simply bite his eyes out if he ends up being a threat. He was nervous about leaving off planet. Especially with Bossk right now. But having the tracking coller on him did make him feel safer. Knowing that Zuri would be able to find him...or at the very least what's left of him and make the lizard pay dearly for his actions. "Why would my Father be at Trandoshan Outpost? That doesn't add up Bossk. Unless of course the only reason you know where my father is...is because you captured him yourself..." he said glaring right into the trandoshans eyes. The thought of clawing them out creeping up in his head as he did so. But deciding against it. Bossk would need his eyes to lead him to his father. If that was where he planned to go. "Just so we're clear on this. You take me to my father. And you bring us BOTH back to Ithor...ALIVE....and UNHARMED......and no additional tracking devices. We didn't come to Ithor alone, and we didn't go without expecting a pick up. You won't be able to run from both the New Republic and the New Jedi Order...if anything happens, they'll find you. I promise."
~~ Spaceport → Space ~~ "Which bringssss me to a ssssecondary reasssson to have a reasssson to kill you. Boba sssset you on me and you don't even get that. He issss ussssing you sssso we losssse our licenssse, not him. Becaussse once the guild learns you gladly work for the New Republic'ssss ssssecret army, the Ressssisssstancccce... I doubt you will get any more jobsss." "Asss for your pathetic order... I could care lesss. I hunted Jedi younglingssss, padawanssss and even knightsss during and after the clone warsss, jussst like Boba and other huntersss. Funny enough that he already had Ssskywalker and lossst him." The Trandoshan chuckled as they entered his freighter, launching the flying trashcan and getting it into orbit to make a hyperspace jump. Spoiler: OOC: OOC: See you lot tomorrow.
"Pathetic you say, and yet here I am. The 'oversized raccoon' that threw you into a wall earlier...and I'm not even a part of their Order officially...What are you even talking about Bossk. A job is a job, a bounty is a bounty. Where it comes from doesn't matter to the guild." he said, completely unfazed by the Transoshans ramblings, "you took jobs from the Empire while it was still known as the Galactic Empire, and now here you are. Shooting up public hospitals and assaulting innocent civilians. If you want to blame anyone for getting your liscense revoked it's you. It's your own kriffin fault for falling so low as to imploy guild-less hunter strategies. We'll find plenty of work, don't you worry yourself about that. You though, you should consider yourself lucky you're not stuck in a jail cell right now." Nexnip glared at him again, keeping his eye on him. Reading his intentions as he started up his freighter. If something crossed Bossk's mind he didn't like, Nex would make him wish the thought never came to him. Through any means necessary. His normal happy-go lucky mood wasn't showing through at this moment. He was serious, with every word he spoke, with every threat he made. "And if you think I'm a friend of Boba's you're mistakened. The man has already tried to get my friends and I killed, twice, just for a ride to Ithor. First he sends us off unknowingly against a Sith, and then he wants us to steal a droid from the Hutt cartel after we didn't die. He has no hold over me...you came after us to get to Kass. That's on your head, what happened to you is what you brought upon yourself...and I don't take kindly to idle threats, Bossk...if I recall correctly...I haven't threatened to kill you once. I think I actually told you...that I wouldn't kill you. Because then I'd lose my own license, same as you if you kill me...what an awful predicament we find ourselves in, huh?"
Cyrus shrugs as he guessed the owner is just going to stay in his office and throw a fit. Oh well, you can lead a Bantha to water. He looked at the pile of stunned gangsters. "Well Nat, I'd say we're more of less done. Shall we leave this morons for the authorities?" The Jedi tapped his commlink. "Kai, we're finished and on our way over. Now what the heck happened?"
Resting Bantha - Na'tala & Kotep @UnluckyFellow | Na'tala collected the members of her little following, ensuring that Vala wouldn't fall behind with his bag of scrap. It was more that there might be things that one of the others could use rather than concern for the Jawa but he didn't need to know that. Glancing back at Kotep as she approached the cafe entrance Na'tala lowered her voice, leaning in towards Cyrus. "Maybe we should bring him along. He did seem to identify you as a Jedi straight away. He could be useful if Onii or that Zabrak bitch show up again." --- Kotep rose when the Jedi began talking of leaving, scooping his helmet up and then wincing. The bruise made by the stun blasts was already starting to form. "You're not getting off the hook that easily Jedi. I told you, you owe me a meal. And your droid owes me too."
Resting Bantha -> Hospital @Avenging-Angel | Cyrus grinned at Nat. "You don't suppose it was the robes and pulling all their blasters away, was it?" She did make a completely valid point though simply the Mandalorian mark was probably enough to want this guy around in a fight. The jedi went back and set enough credits on the table to cover his meal and hopefully the damaged droid before making his way out. "Food will have to wait, whole day just kinda started to fall apart."
@UnluckyFellow Kai heard His comlink in his helmet chirp he had his arm reached out and tap it to activate it again to reply to Cyrus. Groggily he began talking"We got into some trouble at the hospital some bounty hunters came in, damaged my sternum and got a shot off on me and Zuri Both alive and recovering, Kass got one at close range to the chest think hes in Critical condition, Nexnip went after them, I haven't seen either since also I think I see another droid possibly coming our way, Is that a protocol droid?" Kai said his comlink on now communicating to the others.
Nexnip looked down at the small carving around his neck, holding it in his hands. His memento he's had ever since his older brother made it for him when he was five. His brother had spent a good year of his life just trying to make it for him. He was appreciative of his brother's gift, but it was only till he saw the technology infused Galaxy did it hit him just how significant that gesture really was. For his older brother to have made this for him back on Kushibah, with only the incredibly limited resources they had compared to the rest of the Galaxy at large, it must have took a lot of time, patience, and love on his part. Nexnip was convinced that if his older brother was born as anything else other then a Kushiban, if he was born on any other planet, he would have been a Galaxy-wide famous artist, if only just for his sheer dedication and commitment to his craft. He had the creativity and the inspiration in the family to have become one, for sure. He clenched the little thing in the palm of his hand, holding it close to him. The little trinket far more important to him then many knew. And now, hopefully, it'd bring him to his lost father. If that was Bossk's true intentions. If Bossk wasn't the one flying the ship they were currently on, he would have him pleading in front of him to stop, he would have broken the Trandoshan hunter's mind back on Ithor. He'd be back on Ithor with his friends, making sure they were okay. Not alone, with a hunter responsible for attacking them. At this point he'd rather have stuck with Boba. As conniving as he is, he had enough honor about him to leave Kass to them, even if it was just to set up Bossk to fall. Bossk though, Bossk would have his eyes clawed out by now if he was leading him to a trap. That was a promise. He glanced back at the Trandoshan in question, still trying to get a bead on what his true intentions were. And even if he felt Bossk's genuine intentions he'd still wouldn't trust him. The hunter had no reason to go through with his supposed offer. The atmosphere was tense between the two hunters. Like at a moments notice, they would start going for each others throats. "Once we get my father, and I know he's safe, we head back to Ithor, all of us. From there, we show Boba that we're smarter then he believes us to be and go our separate ways. No questions asked. Because I have a feeling you don't want to be a pawn of Fett's any more then I do, am I right? Having reasons to kill me only really matter if you'll follow through with them. Afterall, I have plenty of reason to kill you myself. So let's keep them as reasons, and not causes for action." his face was still serious and heavy, the thoughts and fears all of those people had for him still haunted him. "This is of course...if you're even taking me to him really. Because if you're not...I'm not going to need the force to show you the error of your ways...because in the end, I'm not going to be the one to show you the error of your ways." he felt for the pet coller around his neck, making sure it was still there, sighing after feeling it still being intact, "We already know how that ended anyways..."
EG hears the armored man on one of the beds speak. Though his voice is muffled by the helmet EG can recognize it as the voice from the com link transmission.To be absolutely sure EG asks"Excuse is the man you are speaking to a robed man named Cyrus?" EG now thinks he may have made a mistake in shooting the doctor in the head.
Kai looked up to the protocol droid that was now Speaking to them. "Umm yes the man I am talking to is Cyrus." Kai said over the com and to the droid. Being a bit easy since the doctors had let him the chances of this droid belonging to the IG-88 were a bit lowered.
