Dirty Dealer, a headhunt story

[Gilamar]

dead story, i don't care. Read it if you want but there are things wrong with it.


As myth walked through the massive crowds in the lower levels as he kept replaying the message sent to him from an anonymous client who was unhappy with his current supplier. From what the information said, the client was a major dealer in the new death stick craze and found out that he was getting stiffed by one of the men who he worked for. Having accepted a mark without knowing who posted it is not something Gilamar did often but the reward seemed more than worth his time.

He walked past many shops, bright and flashy to catch the eye of any passer by, passing cantinas and some small unmarked buildings he came across a garage that didn’t seem as trust worth as some on the upper levels. Parts from different speeders where scattered all around the room, all of which were probably stolen or swindled, as he walked closer he saw a weequay working at a bench with his back turned. Myth walked up behind him and drew his dagger making sure to make enough sound for it to catch his attention. The weequay turned around and with a yelp he tried to run, Myth grabbed the weequay by the throat and slammed him into a locker hard enough to knock what was on top of it off.

“I’m looking for someone, and I know you know who I’m talking about.” Myth said coldly while pushing the weequay harder into the locker.

The weequay was franticly trying to pry Myth’s hand away from his neck making gurgling sounds, trying to breath. Myth pulled him away from the locker and threw him onto the floor. He scrambled to get up and started to run away. Myth just sighed and tossed his dagger up, then grabbed it by the blade and threw it, hitting the weequay in the back of the knee.

[Gilamar]

The weequay squealed and grabbed at his leg, looking back at the mandalorian clad in heavy armor. Myth trudged towards the injured weequay and grabbed his other leg and pulled him back into the garage. He leaned him up against the speeder that was parked in the garage, then backed up and leaned against the wall.

“Now, do you want to tell me or do you want me to make you tell me” Gilamar stated as he tilted his head.

“His name is Guuyish, he sells in the market quarter close to here” The weequay said, wincing as he touched the wound on his leg reaching in his pocket. “He normally stays close to venders that have crowds to blend in when he deals, or he hangs around a cantina called The Kryte Pearl; it is one of those fancy commoner bars in the upper levels.” He handed the picture from his pocket to the mandalorian.

Myth chewed over the answer for a few moments; he knew the pathetic creature in front of him wasn’t lying but the fact that he gave up the information so easily was because he wasn’t happy with Guuyish himself. He knelt down and looked him in the face, pulling the dagger from weequay’s leg. The weequay squealed and started whimpering. Myth then took a cloth that was lying on a nearby table and wiped off the blood from his dagger then sheathed it. He reached inside his belt and pulled out a two 100 credit chips and tossed them at the wounded humanoid as he walked out of the garage.

“Get that leg fixed.” Myth said without looking back.


Myth continued back through the crowds towards his speeder, taking note of every surrounding incase something happened where he needed to take cover. When he reached his speeder he sat in the driver seat, took off his helmet and took out a bag of salted draka nuts and started crewing them. He wasn't sure how to do this if his mark hangs around in crowded areas, but if he could catch him in transit it may prove harder if he has hired help. He pondered different scenarios over and over in his head when he decided on a marksman approach. He threw the bag of nuts on the passenger seat and drove off to the market quarter and landed on the roof of one of the smaller buildings; he walked to the back of his speeder, opened the back compartment and withdrew a long range rifle. He walked over to the edge of the building and just sat waiting.

About 4 hours into the night the crowd starting picking up, a city that lives in the night was a great place to hide. Then came a rodian out of the ally followed by two hired thugs. Myth readied the rifle and placed his finger on the trigger, but suddenly his comlink sounded. This cought him off guard, only a few select people knew his comlink code and it wasn't used lightly. He sat the rifle down and checked the message. The message was something he didn't expect, someone who he thought he would never hear from again........Mandalore. Myth got up and looked back at the market

"This is your lucky day di'kut" He stated before heading back to his speeder.



Followed up by The Lookout (http://teamsdforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=60&page=4)

[Darim Valen]

It's a good story, apart from the writting mistakes here and there. Maybe read through it for yourself a time or two and you'll notice strange sentences. For example the first one you expect to be told what he's doing "As myth walked through the massive crowds in the lower levels", instead it ends abruptly and continues onto a new sentence. Things like this might, at least in my case, ring a bell in the readers mind and make him loose focus from the story and instead think about that little mistake.

But it was a good story which I enjoyed reading non the less :D

[Myith]

Whos Myth... is that like me without the i?

Even if it is doesnt bother me any but people have gotten the name mixed up in the past.

[Gilamar]

Myth is my nickname just for people who didn't know that heh.

[Myith]

Oh lol, well then good story hehe.

[Aeridas Sia'ryd]

I like it. I think Darim posted about the same issues I was going to. Other than what he said, I think your writing flows pretty well and you keep the reader interested reading more. :)

[Gilamar]

heh, thanks guy. Yeah i know there are a lot of spelling errors but this is a dead story so i never went back to fix it, when i write i have a terrible habbit of not proof reading everything and then posting it. oh wells :P