Meanwhile, on Nar Shaddaa

A red eye was staring down the scope of a sniper rifle, looking for its target on one of the planet's thousands of pleasure barges. The red eye was connected to a blue face, and the blue face? That was connected to the rest of the Chiss woman staring down the scope. The woman was dressed in a long flowing party dress, her actual combat gear hidden beneath the many folds in her outfit. "Stupid slugs, why is it whenever one becomes too big for his slimepool people like me have to come out and put a bullet in their heads?" she mumbled in Galactic basic, after which she spat a few curses in her mother language of Cheunh.

The woman sighed, shaking her head, long black hair flowing and causing her to sigh out loud. At that point, her ear piece piped up. "So, Alora, have you found the target yet?" the voice of one of her companions asked her.

Annoyed, Alora responded. "If I had, don't you think I would have said something you overgrown tadpole?"

"Oh, someone's cranky, what's the matter, all Hutts look like each other?" the voice responded, clearly not caring for her insult.

"Can you just... shut up, for one..." she stopped talking, because right then, on a nearby barge, she saw her target. A small-time Hutt that had just gotten a windfall and pissed off a few larger crime lords in the process. "Got him." she suddenly piped up. She locked in her visor, took a few deep breaths, then, on the count of three, she squeezed the trigger. A bolt of hot plasma flew out across the night sky, the loud shot echoed from building to building, distorting the sound, making it nigh impossible to pinpoint where it had come from. "Bor'na the Hutt, one payday delivered." she spoke into her earpiece. "Tell our contact that it's taken care off, and that we were the ones to do it. I don't want that creep Zolvan to try and screw us out of another bounty this time."

As she talked, she saw the barge go into a frenzy, the guards of the by now ex-crime lord started scanning the surrounding barges, mayhem ensued as other guards on other ships didn't take too kindly to guns being pointed at them, and before they knew it, a true gunfight broke loose. Alora smirked, her lips curved into a seductive grin as she pulled her gun back, starting to disassemble it with practiced movements, putting the parts into her suitcase in their assigned slots, she then closed it off, an extra layer clicking into place, showing it as nothing but a rather full case of gambling chips.

The Chiss bounty hunter got up from her kneeling position and walked back into the room she had rented for a few hours, a Mirialan gigolo was sprawled over the bed, having passed out five minutes after he got hired and fed a drugged drink. The room was slightly trashed, made to look like the pair had had quite a bit of fun. She looked into a nearby mirror, messing up her hair with her hands, pulling on her clothes to make it look like she had hastily gotten dressed when there was a knock on the door.

"Dear customer, we regret to inform you that a brawl has broken out in the airspace nearby, we hope that you will continue to enjoy yourself and offer you a free drink if you chose to stay." a rather slimy attendant called from the other side of the door.

Alora put on her best scared expression and then rushed out the door. "I'm sorry, I just came here to gamble, and have a bit of fun! N-no, I want none of that, I don't want to be shot! You can keep the deposit for the room, I'm out of here!" she didn't give the attendant the chance to placate her, instead, she made a beeline for the elevator, looking rather distraught all the way till she reached the parking deck.

She stepped into her shuttle, placed the suitcase down and started the boot-up routine. as she did, two screens flickered on to her sides. One showed a gray skinned Nautolan, his black eyes staring unblinking as his hands tapped away at some keyboard. The other one showed the classic brown cloak of a Jawa, its large yellow eyes looking at the screen while in the back a half-assembled droid was coughing up sparks every now and then. As the shuttle flew out of the hangar, Alora turned to the Nautolan. "Novo. Status on the paycheck?" her hands steering her into the ever-present Nar Shaddaa traffic, dodging other shuttles gracefully as she moved away from the site of the fighting, the occasional explosion in the distance showing that fight she had started was still in full swing.

"It just came in, with a little bonus for the spectacle you created. Apparently, the old slime bag was just in a call with some of the other small time lords to negotiate a partnership." the Nautolan responded with a chuckle. "Nice job boss."

"Good, that should give us enough to finally get off of this toxic rock. Wror, see if you can get H8-M8 assembled again, then track down that dealer you told me about." she turned to the Jawa at that last bit. The Jawa raised a tool to his head in some sort of salute, then cut the connection.

"Anything else I need to know while I'm in the air?" she continued, taking a rather wide arc around a tanker that seemed to be losing altitude fast.

"Well, actually. Yes." Novo responded "Some major news just broke, and I can hardly believe it. But apparently... well, a group of people just took control of Korriban. It's all over the extranet, people are speculating like crazy."

A surprised look crossed over Alora's face, then it turned into a full on grin. "Oh, that's just perfect. We are right on time then for the big ones."

"What do you mean boss?"

"It means, that in the near future, there will be a lot of people in need of people with our set of skills, my little tadpole. The Sith are back, and when sith pop up, well, people suddenly have a need for people to miraculously drop dead. Before long, we won't be taking any more turf disputes or small fry down anymore. Oh no, give it a bit, and we will be going for the big leagues."