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Okay... so after 2 successful hunts, and one unbuffed jedi sitting in a house... (who offered to have a doc come and buff her so she could fight me, but I didn't want to waste her time)

I decided to take one last mission. Well, I go to kaadara, get my mission, and find out... he's in theed! Maybe I can catch him getting buffed!

Well, as luck would have it, he was unbuffed and open! Time for me to make my mo...

Just then, all of the rest of the other PC's got drawn at the same time, slowing down my comp for about 20 seconds. GRARGH. he hopped planet.

Ok, droid goes, suprise, he's in coronet. I feel like an idiot. Well, I get there and he's getting buffed in the med center I guess, because my waypoint was near that spot. So I walk over there, and then my seeker updates... he's in the starport. How the hell did that happen!? I walk back, get slowdowns, he hops planet. #$(*$&#

Ok, now this time his location isn't quite a "duh." It could be Geonosia 2, (yavin IV) Dantooine, or Dathomir. Grr... where could he be!? Oddly enough, Dantooine. That was a shocker...

well, I go there and hit tab and go to where he is supposed to be.. but I don't see him. I look left, I look right... then I looked up...
JETPACK. The jedi was on a jetpack! WHY NOT MEEEEEE!!!!!!!

So here I am, a gun toting BH swinging my de-10 around... watching him. I successfully resisted the dark side and held my pistol down, just watching him gleefuly zip around, following him and waiting... and waiting... and waiting for him to get off of that rare hunk of awesomeness.. (he'd try and zip off if he kept it on, and I didn't want to destroy that thing... that'd be totally messed up) Well, he runs (well, flies) over to the starport while im following him and leaves.

D'OH! Ok, another arakyd goes out and I run back and buy a ticket to coronet, sure that he'd jump from there to Geonosia II... but he didn't, he was still on dant. Well, I go out and track him down and run my dismount+bike boom macro and lay into him, dancing around using all my best attacks. The fight goes on for I guess 5 minutes (maybe shorter) and I make a critical mistake, taking vercupti (crappy stuff too, 66 filling) instead of synthsteak just as my dancer buffs wore off, leaving me incapitated and db'd. I left him half-dead, so at least I gave em a good fight.

Over-all, it was one of the most fun fights I've had recently, and I got a lot of "omg, thank you for not killing the jetpack!" from the rest of the jedi's group who helped make the jetpack, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Jerriks Calhok

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !

For some reason jedi seem to feel safe inside the village and seldom buff. As I got visited by the old man a couple of days ago I took advantage of this.

I useally hunt 1 or 2 jedi per day but I had gone home for the weekend from the uni and the computer back home is very slow so PVP and travelling a lot isnt really possible. So while doing a couple of quests in the village I suddenly see I got a TEF on a jedi who just swooped away for a mission..HehI had forgotten this was last nights mark who had logged off. Im unbuffed but so is he, and I only got 1 MSE bomb left. I take it out and wait by the quest-giver... Now its a loong swoopride from the village back to the outpost and bombdroids have a tendency to take out the targets bike too..Since I had somewhat been chatting with this guy earlier in the day I wanted to be nice to him so I asked him: "Do you have a spare vehicle?" so I knew he wouldnt have to walk 6-7k , He replied "yeah!" I answered with an Ok. He had misunderstood this and thought I needed a spare vehicle so he shows up by the quest-giver and starts force-buffing himself ( you know force-speed, f-armor.. all that ) to impress the non-jedi inside the village... I quickly set the MSE to detonate and he realises my intentions at the last second and tries to run but he doesnt make it outside the the blast-radius and gets a quick death. I quickly disapear into a hut to avoid the TEFers who have a tendency to attack you after you've finished the jedi.

This is one of many village-kills to come. They had a day or so when only jedi could access the village and during that time they have started to feel safe, we're not all groupies who show up at the village so I'll take advantage of the situation and bag as many as I can.. Remember, a character that is in engaged in a fight cannot enter or exit the mist.

Got a new one for ya all.

I was sitting in the cantina in Theed. I decided to go out and look around the city to see what everyone was doing. As I walked out, there sitting in front of me is a Jedi, that I personally needed to kill. Mainly because this person cussed me out in planet chat once for stating that she was in Coronet with a bunch of Jedi showing off. I don't care to be cussed out. She also called me a newb, but that is fine with me, helps killing them even better.

Anyway, I notice she is unbuffed. I also am unbuffed. I decided after the day of work I had today, that I needed to either take her down or look at the clone center ceiling. So I rush off and get a mission. I then fly back into Theed. I get back to her only to realize she was gone. Rats missed my chance. Then I checked my friends list and noticed she had logged off. So I flew off and got a Bio sig, figuring I can get her later on, unless she was doing the log off/ log on trick. Not sure if she does this or not, but you never know. I only have the system message of someone logging on and off for Jedi I am hunting. I flew back to Theed and decided to sit in the cantina for a bit, waiting for friends to log on.I pulled out a trusty pet, and had him wait outside the cantina for me as I went in to watch a few dancers. At this time, the only thing I had in me was the Action variant of Brandy, can't remember name off hand. I went to read the forums for a bit.

I went back to the game and noticed she had logged back on. I ran out and sure enough there she was sitting there. I ran off a bit, and waited for a TEF. Didn't have one at first. No biggie we will catch her later. The she stood up and moved about 5m. I tabbed and woohoo, had a TEF. I stood there trying to decide which tactic to use. I decided to use an attack of multiple directions. I pulled a bomb droid.

I set the droid to detonate. Then set my pet on attack and went to fire my first shot. Remember neither of us are buffed, and she has already stood up and moved around a bit. Over a minute had passed between this and when I detonated the droid. My pet spit at her first and hit, then the saber ignited. I hit my attack button and at the same time the droid went boom. Hit her in the action bar and incapped her. I ran over deathblew her and yelled for my pet to follow me out of town. We took off quickly, as I didn't need any unwanted attention drawn to myself.

I got a tell from her later asking if she was Overt. I told her I had a mission and there wasa TEF. She sent back a "rofl, .." and something about not having been on the terms in awhile. Then she stated to try again sometime when she was sitting at her computer. I sent back an "lol" in regards to the not being on the terms statement, and a statement that she had stood up and moved, and I was hoping she was at her comp, and a nice little sorry. That was the end of the conversation.

So I took down a Jedi, I had a personal (not major, just a little) grudge against. I waited until she had logged fully in and had moved a bit. I used a pet to distract her and bomb to incap her. Not bad, especially since the bomb only cost me 2500 creds, and I was unbuffed so that is over 14K in profit on this mission.

I have a screenie also, but will add the URL later as I don't want to open Photoshop while still in game.

BH Informant List. Condensed from a previous thread I made a few months back

Bounty Hunter and BHU Guild Leader

This is the story is a warrior's demise...


Ever hear the old saying "How do you kill a jedi? Practice man, practice!"? Of course you haven't, that's cause I
just made the thing up.

But that don't mean it ain't true. It takes practice, practice and brains. With a little patience thrown in there
as well. The art to hunting a jedi is all timing. Timing is everything. This ain't no nine-to-five job where all you
do is show up and waste some meatlumps and call it a day. It's an investment. You gotta be ready for anything and
everything.

Now if only I lived by my principles, I wouldn't be here in the cantina, meditating off 300 points of wounds and
listening to some shmuck who thinks wind-chimes are a musical instrument.

But that guy was good.....

I need to take more time to reflect in between hunts. I can get sloppy, but sloppy doesnt even BEGIN to describe
what i was that day. I would have had better luck huntin' NIghtsister Elders with a stone knife I looted from a
kunga with a DOT of self-stupidity, 100% potentcy with infinite uses remainaing.

It was all routine. I am gettin really tired of dealing with that damn operative that I always have to deal with;
his cut is just way to high. BUt what can I say, in this line of work you take what you can get, and I get the good
stuff from him, as long as i don't ask how he got it. Like I'd care.

The probe droid returned the usual destination even before I got back to the Starport, but I wonder why I even
spend the money on those things anymore. It's always the same stuff. You know the place I am talking about yeah? Of
course you do. You've got the signature purple stains on the soles of your shoes to prove that I know where to find
you when I need another 15 grand.

I arrived on the plains at about mid-day. The days seem shorter when I am on the inside for some reason. Same ol'
story, except not. The place was deserted. Either every one was dead, or I was, and everyone was wondering where I
am. Turned out to be neither, no docs. And not haveing a doc around to give you a six-pack means you turn around and
go home. NO sense in dieing at the hands of a piket for some crap herb meat that you couldn't sell for two shags and
a half shot of brandy. When I had enough of breathin' in the moist Danty air, I decided to get underway. WOuld like
to make it home in time to feed my cu-pa before he chews the legs of everything in the house.

Two beeps and a crotch scratch later, Fetcher, my trusty seeker droid, was off. I used to wonder if he was going
to come back or just ditch me, but all I have to do is promise him a fresh battery even when he doesnt need it, and
not to replace the personality chip the lets him determine who male and whos.....not.

When the coords returned, I had a 6 kilo ride ahead of me. NW up to Crystal Oasis, not good. More jedi hang out
there than at the acadamy on Sullust, mabe that is why they fall so easy. Never been here before. AFter a quick look
around I found the place he had to be, the cantina. I couldn't help but notice the sign, "Just Eat, Drink, and
Imagine".

J.E.D.I, cute. A jedi singles bar? Who knows, these people have their own league of humor. Why shouldn't they?
They can jerk themselves without even lifting a finger, literally.

WEll, I thought, I have to get a look at my mark. HAVE to check his stats. AFter a quick peek and an even quicker
duck out the door, I evaluated the situation. He was buffed, BIG TIME. Well over 3500 on his stats, except mind,
only 1000. ...tempting, but no. ANy other circumstance yes, but the fact that there are about 10 other saber-wavers
in there, that I guarantee he is grouped with, complicates things to say the least. This composite armor might as
well be in my inventory when fighting a guy whos got the skills to monkey-spank you with a glowing stick of
ass-burning energy, but I keep it on anyways. Learned a valuble lesson from my first mission (A WARRIOR'S DEMISE
VOL.1) when my mark had about 3 other non-jedi buddies who came to his aid at the last minute. Thank god I had it on
then. Kept me alive long enough to finish the job.

Time to wait. THis is where that patience I talked about comes in handy. Luckily, I have a good amount of that,but
sitting outside a cantina for about 30 minutes, waiting on a guy who's sure to put you in your place, takes
patience, and sac, MEGA sac my friend. Got lot o' that too. Then, as if things couldnt get worse, boom, his mind
pool doubles! Must be some broad in there dancing in a way that I dare not say in front of such unseasoned nomads.
There it went man, just sit and watch it goe bye bye. YOu missed your chance you stalling **edit**. He is untouchable
now, buffed, with a fresh set of dancer and mabe musician enhancments on top of that, plus, he's a bloody JEDI! YOu
shouldn't even be here in the first place! All this I am telling myself as he waltzes out the cantina, over to the
terminal, grabs two missions, and leaves. Natually I did the smart thing to do...

I hopped on my bike and started after him....

My reasoning:

This guy is a powerful jedi, yet can't wear armor.

So, Powerful= gonna fight something pretty heavy, mabe so he'll walk away from the fight enlightened, I dont know,
JEDI are weird like that. BUt, NO ARMOR + FIGHITNG SOMETHING HEAVY = he'll have one hell of a dent in ONE of his
pools, hopefully mind, from using force powers.

Didn't take much to convince me to do it. Hell, I once banged a mokk shawman while he was sleeping, just cause a
kunga didnt think I'd do it.

Now here is where I get sloppy. This is the worst tracking job I have ever done in my career. Too close, too many
times, for too long a time. HE was on to me. I thought I might not be totally blown, but then he powers down his
joy-stick and simply turns and says, "YOu here for me?"

THe scary thing was how calm he was. No fear at all. Now me on the other hand, I was wishin' I HAD taken off that
comp armor set. Gonna cost a fortune to get that thing cleaned.

He was actually a nice guy, but then who doesn't seem nice when they tell you to pull up a slain horned voritor
lizard, have a seat and a drink?

Kool guy, but a jobs a job. On the other hand, I sure as hell ain't gonna surprise attack him. He deserves better.

"Well, we gonna do this?" I ask

"Just say when," he replied.

silence.................

".............when"

That was a beautiful day. Timing couldn't have been more perfect. Dusk with a blue saber is a sight for a sore
butt, expecially when yours is gettin kicked by the chap holding on to the cool end of it.

He came at me so fast he was a blurr, I just started swinging. It took all the concentration I had to maintain the
presense of mind to aim for his head. Luckily I have great reflexes, but so did this chap. I swear one outta five
blows landed.

Luckily I got him on his back faster than a buff-bot in Coronet, and started beating him like a red-headed step
child, but it didnt take much for him to hop up and put the beat on me. Before I knew it, the **edit** had me in a
bloddy head-lock, but I dont care if it is the force, or unsults you are sensitive to, a shot in the face with the
back of a comp armor helmet is all the persuasion I needed to get free.

We both were hurt BAD. I had lost feeling in my left arm, and his eyes weren't pointing in the same direction. We
were both bloody messes, well, he was more-so than me. Wounds from a lightsaber tend not to bleed, if you know what
I mean.

One final effort was all I had in me. A quick head-fake, and three dizzies and a knock-down later, I found my body
rather limp. After all that, I ended up laying on the ground with this Jedi standing over me. The last thing I
remember is this incredible warrior making eye contact with me and forcing a respectful bow, which must have hurt
like hell given the fact that I had spent two minutes playing the blues on his spine, using a VK as a pick. I dont
recall if I was capable of nodding, but I sure as hell tried. Then I saw that glowing blue saber closer than anyone
who has lived to tell the tale.

That Jedi was tough, but I was also sloppy. Then again, I am also green. I felt greener than ever after waking up
in the cloneing facility in the outpost. What a farce. It was as though I had no experience in tracking a target at
all. I respect that jedi. He deserves to be left alone, but that aint the way it works for me. I know where he
lives. I know where he hunts. I know where he breaths. I will see him again.

Some people learn the hard way, others die trying. Dieing while learning my lesson was the hardest way possible,
so both apply to me. I have learned my lesson. Next time, my timing will be better. I will come calling again, and
after I do, I will buy him a drink.

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !

By Lithic-2000

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !

The first thing I thought when I opened my eyes that morning, was that I couldn't wait to go back to sleep. I had
had a rough couple o' days since my last successful hunt, and I didn't have the forsight of things startin' to pick
up. Well, I guess that is what seperates me from the Jedi, 'cause I had no idea that the next 14 hours would bring
the most unbelievable day of my career, and the night ain't young my friend.

I woke up in the Dantooine Outpost at about ten o'clock in the morning. The place was already a-buzz with
travelers, wanderers, you name it. All too normal a sight here. The variety of species you get here with the variety
of body-odors each emits is enough to make a noxious vrelt retch, but all it takes is one instance of cleaning up a
full-grown cu-pa's bowel movements to make you immune to most anything this galaxy has to offer.

I had spent two days trackin' my mark from one end of the galaxy to the other, and still nothin' to show for it.
This line of work could actually be a money pit if all missions went that way. Normal payout form a regular source
can be upwards of thirty-g's or so, but few wish to draw attention from the Jedi community if a mission goes bad.
You do NOT want one of THOSE guys knockin' on your door wondering what your problem is, they'll find out. Trust me.
With a payout rate of only fifteen grand, you have to wonder what the hell you are doin'it for, but money ain't the
reason. Few have a reason, some personal vendetta against the jedi, mabe jelousy, wishin' they could have been a
jedi but never will be. Me? It is the only thing that makes me feel alive. Kinda rediculous actually, killin' jedi
makes me feel alive. Kinda like sayin' fixin' a rancor makes me feel like I'm gettin' laid. Like it or not, that's
why I'm here.

I double and tripple checked that my mark wasn't on this planet. I wanted to run a fourth, but Fetcher, my trusty
seeker droid, gave me that look of, "You go and do it your-damn-self if you don't belive me." I hopped on the tranny
for Coronet. I needed a six-pack before I stated sleuthin' again, in case the best, or worst, should happen.

By the time I made it back to Corellia, there were about three lines of twenty peeps waitin' to pay ten-G's to get
stuck with a REALLY long needle that'll leave you singin' happy for the better part of a day. NO way in hell I'm
waitin' along with these other folk. I do my fair share of waitin' while I work. I don't wait TO work.

I snagged a six-pack and a shine-job from one of my buddies near the Cnet garage. We take care of eachother, I pay
alittle more, he stops what he's doin' and buffs me right away. I'm feelin' alright. ALittle groggy from a bad
couple o'days and no sleep, when something happens that makes my week...

Fetcher, whome I always have you prowlin' the locale, shoots an urgent back to my data pad, tellin' me to get my
ass over the the bazaar and I better be buffed. NOw, mind you, Fetchy can let the rush of the hunt get to him, and
he has cried slice-hound more than a few times, so I take it with a grain of salt. No time for dilly-dally though.
On the off chance that he actually has something for me, I high-tail it over to the bazaar and before I meet up with
Fetch, my mark comes runnin' around the corner right in front of me!

I am no more than five paces away, and he's in a nice jog headin' the other way. Think fast. Out of sheer reflex, I
drop to the floor and sweep his feet out from under him. WABAM! The first thing that must have gone through his mind
besides "??!!" was the not-so-soft Cnet pavement goin' right into his face. With the six-foot altitude advantage
that was presently mine, I followed the knockdown with the hardest elbow drop I could have mustered. WHat a farce, a
teras kasi master using the most uncontrolled street fighting move in the book, good ol' body weight behind the
elbow.

By the time I got to my feet, he was up, double-bladed saber swingin', alittle out of control I'd say. I had no
trouble dodging every swipe he made. A fight with a jedi is the same as the entire hunt up until that point. YOu
wait for the opportune moment. Now, the fightin' part is alittle faster paced than the huntin' part, just a hair,
but that moment came, and I saw it plain as day. Since we were fightin' in the entrance of the bazaar, we were
basically on the edge of a rather large platform. I advanced, he stepped back, right off the side and started to
topple. I figured I might as well help him with that. I full-on DOVE right into him, knocking him completely off his
feet and landin' with a thud right on top of him. It must have knocked the wind out of him cause he hesitated for a
good three seconds. At least, it would have been three seconds. I didn't wait for the first to elapse. I clenched
his forhead between my fore-arm and bicep and swung my knee right into the back of his neck. In all my career, I
have never seen anything strong enough with the force to keep breathing after suffereing a ruptured third vertebrae.

Mission accomplished.

Well, two days of huntin' finally payed off. THIS time it wasn't for nothin'. I headed for home.

Kaadara is such a nice place to live. Well, atleast being based there is a plus. I know the right people, I can get
what I want when I need it. Everytime I step off the transport I feel right at home. But I wasn't stayin' long...

Word came in of someone never before seen on the Spy network. I usually don't go for the newbies, but I figured I
give it a shot, and if he wasnt ripe enough to be plucked, I'd introduce myself without my vibro this time.

AFter sendin' the probe droid out to gimme a destination, the return was somethin' of a surprise. Lok! Finally. If
I log one more trip back to Dantooine, I'm turnin' this knuckler backwards and giving it a violent hug.

Let's just say that I don't fare well with the locals on Lok. It seems that everytime I pay that place a visit, I
always end up killin' at LEAST three or four people there. I can't figure it out. Hey, atleast they aren't the kind
that can afford an account at a cloning facility, so I only have to deal with each of them once.

Gave Fetcher the bio sig, and he wasted no time shootin' back a waypoint into my datapad. I hopped on my freshly
waxed swoop and started off. ONly had three kilos to go, not bad for this god-forsaken place. Only one transport
station on the whole planet. Cripes, even Tatooine has better transit than Lok, at the official level anyway.

Three kilos seems like a long ride when you are huntin' your normal brand of scum, but where Jedi hunts are
concearned, any distance you travel seems to pass almost instantly. Mabe it is cause the whole time you are tryin'
to talk some sense into yourself. Mabe you are formulating all possible scenerios for when you meet your mark, so
you don't meet your maker. All true, but this time, I'm pretty sure it was cause my bike was runnin' like a dream,
and rightly so, just payed four grand to have the thing re-chromed and repaired.

One kilo out. Time to get ready.

The last mission I completed I didn't even have time to whip out my vibro. It was actually just that moment that I
realized I had whacked a jedi bare-knuckled, and with no PSG to boot. Buffed, well naturally, but really, I mean,
really, think about it. Thought about it? Yeah, I mean, really, gimme a break. Those are just for insurance. YOu
know, IN CASE.

There he was. Fightin' some pretty scary lookin' stuff I might add. I did a quick pass on him, and I mean REALLY
quick, and got my readout on his stats. Buffed, damn. Figured I might as well get some distance on him and think a
bit. Bad idea. Somethin' always goes wrong when I think. I ended up having to hover over a large body of water,
cause everything on this planet was aggroing me.

He looked like he could handle himself. That was all the persuasion I needed. The opportunity to get two in one day
was too tempting to ingore, but I didnt want that to be the deciding factor, ego. This could actually be done.

I rode up to him and decreased speed as I approached. Wanted to see how perceptive he was. He noticed me instantly,
quicker than I had planned. I had to think of something, and fast. I decided against dismounting and opened my
big-fat mouth.

"Need help?" HAHA what a bluff.

"No thanks man."

"You sure?" mabe alittle ANTI-help?

"Yeah, was worried you were a bounty hunter."

"..........no sirree. Well, good luck man."

You've GOT to be kidding me! Another first. I not anly chatted, but offered assistance to my future trophy! That
was pushin' it, right there. I said it before and people believe it. Sac....MEGA SAC.

I drove just out of his visual range and sat. And waited. The sucker had 3500 HAM and 2600 mind. There's no way.
This can't be done. It SHOULD be done, but it can't. Then I watched some more. From my position, I was still gettin'
a live feed of his stats. I could see when he was takin' hits, as well as when he was dishin' them out. I watched as
he faded in and out of combat, pickin' fights, and ending them. A couple actually were giving me hope. He was
regenerating FAST, but whatever he was fightin' was makein' a good size dent in his well-being. This could be just
what I am lookin' for.

I decided to wait till something brought his health down to 50% at the highest, I might be able to take up the
slack from there. Rarly was anything hittin him hard, then something, I have no idea what, was takin' big ol' chunks
of meat outta him. 10% gone, 25%, 30%, 45%, I fingered my VK, 35%, oh c'mon, c'mon, 45%,.....60%. This can be done,
and it is about to be done. I tore off, right at him.

MY bike was goin' so fast when I ditched, I hit the ground and rolled about 5 times. I sprang to my feet and I was
only about 10 feet away with his back to me, surrounded by vicious lookin' something-or-others. I ran full blast at
him and leveled him with the full force of a knocked down. No sooner had I leveled him that the things attackin' him
went after ME! I made short work of two of them and turned to see my mark limping as fast as he could to his ride. I
charged, leaped in the air and was met with the most powerful feelin' of "STOP RIGHT THERE AND GO AWAY!" I have ever
felt. I was as if I met an invisible brick wall that was not only in my path, but racin' in the opposite direction
at half the speed of sound.

Needless to say I was rather taken back by that, and it took me a good couple of seconds to realize where the heck
I was. I scanned quickly and saw a few beasties scratchin' at my target as he tried to climb into his ride. Just as
he got in and slammed the canape closed, my VK crashed through the glass and hit him square in the face. I grabbed
him by the neck and threw him out onto the ground, jumped off the hood of the speeder, and incapped him. Those nasty
natives made me deal with them before I could finish him off, but that only took a few seconds, and before long, my
mission was complete.

Two in one day, what an adventure. I was hurtin'. Banged all to hell, with the usual feelin' of guilt that always
comes after a sucessful hunt, and ready to go home. I knelt over the body of my prey and said what I always say,

"Sorry bro, a job's a job"

Then something happened that I still can't explain...

A voice, as if INSIDE my head.

"No problem. Very well fought. I am impressed."

I stopped dead in my tracks, and spun around with my VK out, ready for anything. Nothing. Just a whole lot of
corpses and two very nice speeders.

It was him. Somehow, I was hearing his voice, even though more of his blood was on the ground than inside his body.
He told me he didn't blame me. I did what I was ment to do, and that we should all be so lucky. I couldn't respond,
but I had to listen. He filled my head with kind words, and through sheer respect for my accomplishment, though at
his expense, he brought me to realize what I had actually done.

I fell to my knees, completely weak. This was something that I had never experienced, and for that, I owed him
something.

I pulled out my list of contacts and found one of my buddies who owed me a favor. I told him to get his ass to Lok
and I'll explain when he gets here. It took him a good while to show up, but once he did, I told him to follow me
and tell noone of what he is about to see.

We rode back to the scene of the battle, and all I could think of was the body of that dead jedi, and how he was
fading with every passing second. We arrived and dismounted, and my friend looked at me with a look I'll never
forget.

"You're a doc right? Rez him" I told him.
He looked at me like I was crazy. "I'm not touching that thing bro."

"Yes you are. I killed something that deserved to live. I'll never be able to explain to you what happened after
that, but it shook me to the blody ground. Ill pay you fifty grand to rez him, or you can lie down in the dirt with
him."

He knelt over the body and went to work. I sat next to him and helped in anyway I could. We worked for the better
part of an hour, and it was starting to get dark. Still no sign from my fallen adversary.

My friend looked at me, and I knew. We were too late. It was hopeless to try any longer. He was gone. We stood and
respected this slain warrior until the sun fell below the mountains. Then, in the shadows of Lok, we buried him.

This day will live within my mind for the rest of my days. Two kills means nothing, for one of them overshadowed
everything I have done in the past. However, it is my past. I am who I am because of my past, and this is the life
that chose me. It is what I am ment to do, and he respected that.

He said I was lucky to be who I am, and to do what I am ment to do. For him, I'll continue to do what I do. I owe
him that, I owe it to myself, and I owe it to all of you.

THE END VOL.4

..... my first mark was unbuffed, made my life easier. My second mission wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't
for the fact that I had aggros on Lok workin' in my favor. Though, once I started attackin' him, they almost
finished me off as well.

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !

Thorr Phyre
Bounty Hunter / Master Rifleman.
Coming soon, for a Dark Jedi near you !