Bounty Hunter's Log - 2801

The Galaxy is in turmoil, I can feel it in my skin.

Not that I've seen my skin in recent times.

Sigh. As always, I'm leaving this microlog in the event that I perish in my journey, so that the Kor'ti-Sho know that I took their agreement to my grave.

And also in the vain hope that my bastard of a father gets this some day. Just knowing that if he knew what I was up to, his skin would crawl and his throat would fill with bile keeps me warm on these lonely nights.

Today wasn't one of my better ones. I'd chased a sewer rat by the name of Baraqq to the Arbor system. Baraqq made the mistake of snarking data files from more than one galatic organization, and they were willing to pay for him and the information he stole. Naturally, thats where I come in.

I'd caught him mining data in the lower level of the city ship. I gave a heads up to the local security before I closed. Mistake 1, somehow he put 2 and 2 together, and I ended up chasing him for what felt like two kliks. The chase drew to a close as he zigged when he should have zagged, and ended up in a rather classy cantina called the Stargaze Cantina (natch).

Turns out the little six armed bugger was armed, and I took a shot in the shoulder. My shield took the brunt of it, but it still stung. I fired back on stun, but its a lot harder to hit a being made almost completely of arms than you'd think.

We let a few shots exchange, Baraqq taking cover behind a table just to make things more difficult. That was when the local shallow end of the genepool decided to intervene. A couple of bald nasties got in both of our faces. I ignored mine, but Baraqq didn't have such good luck, and his pulled a vibro and started getting nasty. My last shot at the alien went wild as the thug got in my face, and a civilian was stunned, but at least I managed to fry one of the turbolift controls. If I could get the other, he'd have to go through me to get out.

I needed Baraqq alive for the bounty, and he didn't need to die today anyway. I really wish I knew what was wrong with people. Though at other times, I'm glad I don't know, I don't think I could handle absolutely knowing the truth. It's bad enough just suspecting it.

I caught the thug attacking Baraqq with a solid stun, but not before the thug got in a nasty cut across his back. Baraqq crawled to the turbolift, but was stopped by some furry chick with a vidcorder. She was questioning him like crazy. Hopefully it would buy me some time, as I found myself with my hands full.

The thug that had been in my face pulled his own vibroblade, and the one I had stunned hadn't been quite as out of it as I'd have liked.

The three of us danced for a bit before one of the tatooed bald people decided to let fly with a Force Power. Dunno what the odds are that I'd run into a couple of Dark Siders, but they weren't low enough. I felt myself starting to be pushed back, and I dug in. We struggled for a minute, but it became obvious that I wouldn't budge, and he finally let up.

I replied with my own take on how one properly channels the Force, leaving the one I stunned in a ruined heap on the floor, and the other one badly battered. He wasn't interested in me any more. Which is good, because Station securty picked right then to show up.


- Naveed Stryker