Typho Raame, the Grey Vigo of the Galactic Trade Commission, stood in his office, consulting a datapad, observing the information that was situated on the screen. He was waiting for Scynthe, a Red Employee and also one of the Intelligence Agents. The two men were finally going on another hunt together.

Scynthe walked into the Grey Vigo's office with a sense of excitement. He'd had enough of sitting around in the cantina after his shifts in the Intelligence offices. It was time to get back to what he did best: hunt and kill. And he couldn't think of anyone better to do it with than the highly skilled Grey Vigo, his trainer and comrade, Typho Raame.

Scynthe looked at Typho and nodded, then glanced at the datapad.

"Who's our next victim, comrade?" Scynthe asked with a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

Typho looked up as Scynthe entered, and gave him a grim nod. He placed the datapad on his office table and stood up.

"You're here. Good. Alright, let's get straight to business. You and I both know that we've been having it too easy around here lately. Well, we're going to put a change to that. I've found us a bounty that will undoubtedly be incredibly difficult, dangerous, and perilous. Just the way we like it, eh?"

The Mandalorian gave a savage growl, and fingered one of his DC-17 Blaster Pistols, expressing the feeling that he was wanting to kill something.

"The target is a human called Valian Gryn. At 0400 hours today a bounty was put on him. The individual who put the bounty on him didn't say why. For all we know, Gryn might have done something incredibly illegal, or might have just pissed the guy off. Hell, he could be just plain innocent, and might have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The why is irrelevant. Even if he is innocent, there'll be no guilt on my conscience. No mercy, no compassion, no regret. The way men like you and I should always behave."

"What is relevant, however, is the amount that the bounty is worth. 200,000 credits. 100,000 each. A huge amount of credits. I don't know about you, but, I really don't care what Gryn has done. If there's going to be a reward that big, then he's a dead man. Problem is, that amount will attract a large amount of bounty hunters across the galaxy. We'll undoubtedly have to fight them for the prize. So, it'll be a race against time as well. That doesn't matter. You and I both know what we're capable of. Gryn isn't going to live. And we sure as hell aren't going to be beaten."

"Ok, here's the skinny. He hasn't been sighted since the incident with the individual who put the bounty up, one Weequay named Diergu Lunko, which was about three days ago. Lunko said that he and Gryn were on Bothawui in the capital city of Drev'starn. Gryn may have left, or he might have stayed. Another irrelevant matter. We'll be going to Drev'starn first and see what we can uncover. Find any witnesses or something. Now, Bothawui isn't too far from Nar Shaddaa, so it won't take us too long to get there."

"Any questions?"

Scynthe listened intently to Typho's words. The Vigo knew exactly how he felt about these things. Scynthe couldn't care less who this man was or what he had done. 200,000 credits? Damn! Scynthe thought to himself. He was sure that he and Typho would win the prize, and Scynthe was personally looking forward to the trouble they were sure to run into on the way.

Typho had finished the debrief, and Scynthe looked right into his eyes with the same steely stare he was receiving.

"Sounds like quite a challenge. A hunt that lesser men wouldn't have a prayer at winning. Sounds like exactly what you and I are looking for." Scynthe finished with a savage grin. Things were finally about to get interesting.

"I'll meet you at the gunship, then? Just as soon as I finish gearing up for the hunt."

Typho nodded after he heard Scynthe's last comment. He couldn't help to stop the slight grin that broke out onto his face at the thought of the memories of nostalgia.

"Just like old times, eh?"

Typho clasped a hand on Scynthe's shoulder and turned to leave to his quarters to gather up his weaponry that he carried around on him in all his hunts.

Scynthe grinned as he left. Indeed, just like old times....

Scynthe quickly went to his equipment locker. His trusty DC-17 blaster pistol was already attached to his side. He grabbed a few flash grenades, anticipating that he might need them to get out of a tight bind if the competition was to be as fierce as Typho suggested. He took out his small box of toxic darts that he'd taken off a previous kill. He'd only taken one with him on his last mission, but this time he took three. After fitting himself with his stealth armor, which now had a recently modified and improved stealth engine, he placed a stealth-blade attachment under his left wrist and forearm. When his left wrist contracted in the right way, the silver blade shot forward, sure to pierce anything in it's way. In another world, they'd probably make a video game featuring such a weapon... Scynthe thought to himself as he quickly left the room and approached the gunship in the hanger bay.

Typho was leaning on the side of his M22-T Krayt Gunship, the "Red Vengeance". He had modified the ship since Scynthe's last trip on it, making the shields, engines and armament all more powerful than before.
The Mandalorian was wearing his usual attire that he carried on missions, however, he had added a couple more items. As was the norm, he carried his twin DC-17 Blaster Pistols, an assortment of different grenades, his Sfor Republic Carbine, two combat knives strapped to his legs, and his two close combat weapons, a Mandalorian Katana titled "Judgment", and his slightly smaller Wakizashi, "Firestorm". The Hunter was wearing his jet black Mandalorian Stealth Battle Armour, uniquely forged with the engravings of his clan, Bralor, and the marks of the Neo-Crusaders and original Mandalorians. He looked more the part on a one-man assault against a Capital Ship than going on a hunt. It never hurt to be prepared.

Typho saw Scynthe coming a raised a hand in greeting.

Scynthe returned the greeting with a nod and looked over his comrade's equipment. This hunter was ready for anything!

Scynthe paused for a moment to admire the gunship. He had noticed Typho working on it during the past few weeks, and he was looking forward to seeing it in action with its recent upgrades.

Scynthe turned back to the Grey Vigo and patted him on the back. "Let's hunt, my friend." And with that, he turned to enter the gunship.

The Mandalorian let out a low growl in appreciation at Scynthe's word. That was something that he'd been waiting to hear for a long time. Time to get into the hunt. He followed Scynthe up the entrance ramp of the Red Vengeance and made his way to the cockpit. The ship was already turned on, the massive engines vibrating the ground and hull of the Krayt Gunship. All Typho had to do was lift off.

He jumped into the pilot seat, indicating that Scynthe move into the co-pilot/main gunner seat. Thanks to Typho's modifications, the Gunship now had three extra seats, for passengers, in case he needed to take a squad into combat.

Typho pressed a button on his wrist-comp, watching as the massive hanger doors slowly came apart, revealing the blue blur of the atmosphere shield and the night sky of Nar Shaddaa. The Mandalorian grabbed hold of the take-off control and pushed forward. The Gunship lifted off the ground, and sped forward, its Landing Gear slowly moving up into the the main body of the ship and out of sight.

In mere seconds, the Gunship was speeding up and out of the city, the engines rocketing it forth with great acceleration. A few moments later, the Gunship burst out of the atmosphere and into the inky black of space. There was nothing but black and twinkling lights of millions of distant stars. Typho quickly put in the hyperspace coordinates of Bothawui, and prepared to make the jump.

Scynthe had quickly taken the co-pilot's seat and strapped in. He loved the feeling of the engines gently rumbling the cockpit as Typho pushed them further as they began to leave the atmosphere. Typho was a good pilot, and Scynthe always felt safe when he was at the wheel. He quickly glanced at the radar to make sure the coast was clear as Typho prepared to make the jump into hyperspace. Everything looked normal. It was a beautiful night for a hunt.

Scynthe sat back in his seat and relaxed slightly, anticipating the jump into hyperspace.

Typho punched the control, and the ship made the jump. Stars became a vast blur of lines and light just zipping past, whilst the black emptiness was replaced with a massive tunnel of fiery blue flames and light. Typho had always wondered what made hyperspace possible, and who created this technology. He marvelled at its infinite power and might. Although many took it for granted, Typho believe that the hyperdrive was the epitome of technology. Its what made the Republic possible. Without the hyperdrive, no planets would be able to communicate with each other quickly. It was legendary...

Typho brought his mind back to the present and looked over at Scynthe.

"It'll take an hour or so to get to Bothawui, my friend. Just make sure that the weapon systems are fired up and ready. We don't want to be caught off-guard, do we? Never happened before, and never will."

Scynthe quickly double-checked the weapon systems to make sure they were up and running. Everything looked like it was ready to fire at a moments notice. Scynthe agreed with Typho's philosophy. Always be prepared for anything. Never be caught off-guard. Be ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. It was a way of life for Scynthe, and he guessed that was probably the case for Typho as well.

Scynthe turned back to Typho.

"Everything's ready to go, comrade. If trouble finds us, we'll be ready for it. As always." Scynthe said with confidence. Scynthe wasn't one to know fear, and with someone of Typho's stature as his partner, he felt ready for anything.

"That we will, my friend, that we will."

Typho laid back in his chair, closing his eyes. He took every possible moment to rest, to make sure his body was at 100% capability. However, should even the slightest noise happen, he'd be awake and ready for action.

With Scynthe in the cockpit with him, Typho knew that they'd be safe. He'd be able to alert Typho in an instant. Typho took that opportunity of safety and soon fell asleep.

Scynthe let Typho sleep. He himself wasn't tired, and was happy to watch the ship.

A few hours past, and there was no sign of trouble. It seemed that their entrance into the great hunt had so far gone unnoticed. Just as Scynthe preferred... although he doubted that would last long as soon as they landed.

They were rapidly approaching Bothawui, and Scynthe nudged Typho.

"Wake up, friend. Time to get down to business."

Typho was awake in an instant, his hand already on the the stock of his gun, ready to flip it up and into position. Seeing that it was only Scynthe, and that they were nearing Bothawui, Typho relaxed slightly, and sat up straight, easing himself towards the control desk. Typho waited a few moments, until an alarm flashed red above them and began a high pitch beeping, signifying that they were now in the vicinity of Bothawui and were able to pull out of Hyperspace. The Mandalorian nodded to himself and pulled the lever, ripping the ship out of Hyperspace and into Realspace. The massive planet of Bothawui was before them.

"Let's do this."