01-31-2021, 01:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2021, 01:41 AM by Korstyn Steele.)
Korstyn listens impassively. So the target was an empath. That made sense, actually. Lots of people in the galaxy wanted their thoughts and feelings hidden, the Empire more than most. Their solution was...crude, yet effective. Just like the Empire. Taking this contract would mean that she would have to be constantly on-alert, expecting attacks from potentially everyone and everywhere, because who didn't want a new blaster? The other hunters would be there. That much was obvious and easy to predict. They would be hiding amongst the population, but there would likely not be anyone particularly strong. What Hunter worth their armor would waste their time for 1500 credits? So just the dregs of the job and they'd be desperate too. This was shaping up to be a bit of a suicide mission. Korstyn smiles behind her mask. Good. That's what I want.
"Anything in particular you know about the target that I should know about? Past acquaintances with whom he didn't part on amicable terms? Where he worked? Known family?"
"Anything in particular you know about the target that I should know about? Past acquaintances with whom he didn't part on amicable terms? Where he worked? Known family?"
