The twin suns G1 and G2 glared all day on the remote planet of Dantooine, making it nearly impossible for life to survive on the harsh planets. But, life still existed on these barren wastelands. A tall, slender figure slowly walked towards a large, dull, palace. Somewhere, some small animal screamed in terror of a larger predator, but the silent malingerer was unaffected by this. He stopped walking and withdrew a long, old blaster rifle scarred with many battles from his cloak.
The man slid back its safety and started forwards again.
Very soon, he came to the immense doors of the old, dusty palace. Knocking, he stepped back in surprise as the doors flew open and a small, weak looking droid stepped out at him.
The droid spoke in a language unknown to any normal bystander, but the man seemed to know it by heart.
"Et chug lu gatkra" he replied to the droid, and it turned and gestured him in.
Slowly, he hid his rifle in his cloak and set in. The old, ruined walls of the palace were covered with brown goo called silp by most people who didn't really know what it was. Small doorways led to big rooms filled with absolutely nothing. Womp rats scattered into huge holes in the walls and squealing at the sight of the man.
They soon came to a room quite unlike the others. A large, fat man sat in the middle, swallowing huge chunks of meat into a disgusting, deformed mouth. He stopped though when he saw his visitor, and set the plate of green meat aside on a table.
"A et grunta weloo de bota," the man in the cloak called, stiffening at a military like stance.
"Boska, I didn't know you spoke Tresian. If you had told me I would have had a protocol droid here. I hope you speak Basic," the obese man replied.
" I do. So, what do you want me for, Karks?" Boska slung off his cloak and threw it on a chair in the corner of the room.
"There is a group of aliens somehow surving on this planet. Every time I try to export my illegal spice, they somehow steal it, kill my pilot, and detonate the ship. This has cost me, a great deal at that. I want you to find them and tell me what you see. This is very important, and I will pay you to just start the search," he threw a heavy looking bag of credits at his feet. "That's three million credits right there. If you find them and kill them, I will pay you much, much more. Do not betray me, or you will find that you have such a price on your head you won't be able to stop to eat!"
"Don't worry, I won't," he leant over and scooped up the bag. "Thanks."
"Wait! If you do find them and live, I want you to be my spice trader. We'll be full partners in this. Thank you."
"Al gotan!" he called back as he started back through the long corridors. As he left, he could hear Karks' band start playing again.
To Be Continued in Bounty on Dantooine Part II. Send EMail comments, suggestions, or even new story ideas to Husky52388@aol.com. Look for the next part, Bounty on Dantooine: Part II.