rethought life

Bane made his way stealthily to an opportune side alley where his target should pass, with the security guards distracted by the Trandoshan it was a simple matter. A few moments waiting rewarded the bounty hunter as the Gungan jauntily walked out the building, and passed by his spot. A quick motion and a muffled yelp and Bane had his target in hand.

Bane paused at that moment, he could simply kill the target now, but he was curious, no one posted a bounty that high for a reason, and before yesterday pretty much no one had heard of this amphibian, then an unbelievably high bounty had been posted. Bane prided himself as being one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy, and in his mind, definitely the most professional, and in his mind, no one posted a bounty this high on a nobody for no reason. A few minutes talking to the Gungan ended up with Bane none the wiser about the reason other than possessing a headache that made it seem like his hat was two sizes too small. Bane had not listened to the Senate speech his target had made, though his target had mentioned he had done so under his questions, Bane could easily believe that the bounty was just the conglomeration of all across the galaxy annoyed by the clumsy Gungan, if just a few minutes of talking to the annoyance could give him a headache like this.

Bane was so concentrated on finding out the reason for the bounty that he did not realize that two figures had snuck up behind him. With a blast of stun energy, the bounty hunter dropped, leaving the Gungan to stand in front of two figures, a Rodian and a Balosar. The Rodian said something Binks did not understand to his companion, who answered in galactic basic.

"Man, I did not think this would be this easy, I should have rethought my life a while ago if making a pile of credits was not as hard as I thought. What did they say about him, dead or alive?" The Rodian said something and the other shrugged and fiddled with his blaster pistol. "Ah well, for that amount of credits I am not questioning it, sorry man, its nothing personal." With that, the blaster spoke, and Jar Jar fell to the ground, crushing the hat as his blood started to stain the distinctive headgear.