There wasn't anything about an unusual mission that seemed out of place to Xev, considering that he was a scout trooper. Doing things that were slightly out of the ordinary were pretty much the norm when you were a member of the only real auxilary division that the Imperial Stormtrooper corps had. There was always something that had to be done that might not have been considered a straightforward military mission.<br/><br/>For that matter, there were a few missions that involved something that Xev wasn't proud of doing. This was precisely the sort that he dreaded the most, and it was also the kind that he was currently assigned to.<br/><br/>Walking into the cantina with his pristinely kept white armor plates and boots, having just dismounted from his equally as polished speeder bike, Xev looked infamous and tough. So did everyone else here, but the tension was obvious as that infamy came from an entirely different walk of life.<br/><br/>He was a member of an elite corps that didn't take no for an answer and never hesitated to solve their problems by running their opposition over before filling them full of blaster bolts. Actually, that was really still a similarity here.<br/><br/>The smugglers and criminals that frequented a place like this could just have easily done the same, and were probably just as likely to.<br/><br/>Rather, the main difference was the reasons behind all of this. If he were the one making the kill, then he did it to protect the New Order represented by His Imperial Majesty. If they did it, then they did it to make a quick few credits and feed their own addictions.<br/><br/>That was why a sudden silence fell over the establishment as soon as he walked in. There were plenty of people here who wanted him dead. For that matter, there were plenty of people here that he thought the galaxy would have been better off with dead.<br/><br/>Amidst this silent animosity, he spoke in a slightly amplified voice through the device in his helmet that permitted it, though it didn't sound mechanical but still quite natural.<br/><br/>"I require the services of a bounty hunter."<br/><br/>Considering that his hand was already on his holdout blaster, it looked like he was ready to take care of any resistance that might have come his way. He was here to hire someone and that was it.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he wasn't entirely sure why the Empire needed him to pair up with a bounty hunter. He could have been perfectly capable of handling this mission himself. Apparently he had to capture or kill several people who were involved in the Spice trade, but he figured that some of the highest officers probably didn't want anyone tying any deaths in with the regular armed services.<br/><br/>Imperial Army and Navy types sometimes didn't like to get their hands dirty. Xev was filled with contempt, not for them, but for anyone who would have used something like the Spice trade to hurt anyone. As a result, he wasn't embarrassed with that part of the mission, only with having to work with someone from the other side of the law.