<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)(http://img05.deviantart.net/a720/i/2012/213/3/6/mando__ade_helga_by_foxbatmit-d59emk0.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Nyx was on the Dianoga at the moment, going over pre-flight checks, making sure the security systems were up and running, and making absolutely sure to set the auto-cannons to fire if anything untoward were directed toward their ship. Now...now he had personal business to attend. Standing up from his chair in the cockpit, he headed toward the boarding ramp while tapping buttons on the datapad interface built into his armor. Inside his helmet he saw a list of bounties currently thought to be on the planet.<br/><br/>He saw some blips on the radar, some small fish, some big fish, and someone worth his attention. A bail jumper who'd apparently escaped three different super max facilities. It didn't even matter what he did before that. Just escaping prison three times was impressive, and certain to pad his bounty. He whistled when he saw the price on his head, and since alive was much higher than dead... He was goin' hunting. Whistling as he stepped out of the ship and locked it behind him, he looked around the dreary, cold, wet landscape that was Torgan. "Makes sense he's here. Perfect place to hide out."<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">Thirty Minutes Later<hr/></div><br/>"And you're<em>absolutely</em>sure Dagda is in there?" The shady looking guy with pockmarks on his skin and the jittery disposition couldn't be anything other than a dust addict, but that meant as long as he had incentive to help, he'd help. "Y-y-y-yeah, yeah he's in there. I swear, man. Now can I get the stuff?<em>Please?</em>" Nyx nodded his head, his helmet slowly going up and down before reaching under his now drenched cloak and pulling out a small pouch from his utility belt. He tossed it to the man who made a shaky catch and opened the pouch. Inside were creds. Enough to get him high for a few days, and not a real hit to Nyx's pockets.<br/><br/>"Keep in mind though...he's not in there. Or he knows I'm coming. You and<em>I</em>have a problem. And I'm not a person you want a problem with...understood?" The man nodded, then scrambled away. Nyx knew the intel was good, because when your life depended on it, it usually was. A few blocks away, just like the tweaker said, there was an old apartment block. And again just like he said, there was a rusty door with a big yellow 3 on it.<em>That</em>was where Dagda was hiding. It wasn't huge, but people tended to avoid it so he didn't think he needed more than a few goons.<br/><br/>When he reached for the door(one of those old school ones with an actual handle), he saw a flashback. Over the course of weeks, Dagda came in and out of this door a lot. Every time he could see and hear and smell just how repulsive this Gamorrean was. But he was a pay day. Nothing more. He took a few deep breaths when the visions died away. Even when he controlled them, seeing those glimpses always got to him. Steeling himself, he opened the door and stepped inside, his fist already swinging into the face of the closest guard. T<br/><br/>he man dropped like a sack of rocks, and Nyx was already after his partner, snatching his hand out to wrap around his throat and lift him clean off the floor. He slammed his skull against the wall and let him drop. "Amateurs. Never stand that close to a door." Casually, he dropped his hands to the blaster pistols on his hip. Quickdraw variants, with scopes and long barrels to increase accuracy and speed even further. He whipped them both out before he turned the corner. He started firing immediately, sending blue bolts of stun energy out one after the other.<br/><br/>Man after man dropped, right up until he got to Dagda, who for a Gamorrean was surprisingly small, and cowering in a corner. "Bit of advice. You want to hide out on a world like this? You don't pick the dankest, smallest apartment you can find. Live it up! Most of us wouldn't think to look for scum like you in a four star hotel. Eh...maybe you'll get it right next time." Before the pig man could answer, Nyx shot him four times, twice from each barrel. He'd be out for a while. So Nyx took his time binding his hands and feet, then he found a hover cart and plopped him on it.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">A short while later</div><hr/><br/>The door to the cantina opened, and there stood Nyx, holding Dagda by the collar with the small, but still big and fugly Gamorrean groaning softly in his stun induced stupor. He looked around, then looked right at the Captain and Farradin, nodding to them both before easily dragging the pig man over to the bounty board. "How a worthless sack like him keeps escaping, I got no clue. But I brought in Dagda...<em>alive</em>." He didn't say much more than that.<br/><br/>Instead he just waited for his credits to be counted out, and once he was handed his pay, he left the unconscious man for the proper authorities to pick up. He was whistling when he walked over to the two of them. He sat down like he hadn't just dragged a 600lb criminal in through the front door and traded him like an old hydrospanner for a quick payout. Then he removed his helmet and sat it on the table. "Good day so far, boys?" Grinning, he took the glass Farradin had refused and downed it. "It is for me."