The Smell Of Bounty In The Morning (D1, LM)

[Dove Gray]

Dove adjusted her shades as the light of day was setting in more fully, and stepped in at the Bounty Hunter's office. If she was going to get into that high security place, she needed to gear up more. And for that she needed credits.

Bounty hunting sure was a fine past time for moments like that and it wouldn't be the first time she'd be putting her skills to use for a bounty.

[TR5-GT]

Dove adjusted her shades as the light of day was setting in more fully, and stepped in at the Bounty Hunter's office. If she was going to get into that high security place, she needed to gear up more. And for that she needed credits.

Bounty hunting sure was a fine past time for moments like that and it wouldn't be the first time she'd be putting her skills to use for a bounty.

“Well howdy pard’ner, and welcome to the best little Bounty Hunter Guild you done ever sawed,” the droid answered making finger guns at the woman.

“So what can old TR5-GT do for you?” the droid asked in that same folksy tone.

It then added in a more robotic voice, “Safety-not-guaranteed.”

[Dove Gray]

"Howdy partner," she responded in kind with a motion of fingerguns. Might as well enjoy the feel of folksy quaintness when the opportunity presented itself.

"I hear there's work to be found. The good-to-honest dirty kind of work; bounty-huntin'. I'm interested."

[TR5-GT]

"Well take a look pardner, up on the board," the droid responded.

It added in a more robotic tone, "No disintegrations."

[Dove Gray]

"Ah, if only a gal could afford disintigrations," Dove remarked wistfully, turning to the board. She'd have a lot less problems in life if she could disintigrate them. "Highly illegal. Shame."

She wasn't going to get herself into deep trouble right away, so it was probably best to steer away from the big ones. They tended to make you wish you really had that disintigrator.

"That one. The lady. Seems like my kind of thing." She pointed out the target Baji Ugot.

[TR5-GT]

"You a member of the guild, pardner? If not I am obligated to note there will be a processin' charge and currently to join the guild there's a," he then switched a robotic voice, "18-month waiting list."

[Dove Gray]

She hadn't had a need for her registration on Bankor yet, but she kept her hunter-ID from back when she was still using it for wet-work doing the Senator's business.

"It's an old ID, but it should check out," Dove fished out her membership to show to the droid.

[TR5-GT]

The droid checked it and then gave her a thumbs up.

[Dove Gray]

Tucking away the ID, she pointed once again to the board. "That all the current info on the bounty, I take it, partner?"

[TR5-GT]

Tucking away the ID, she pointed once again to the board. "That all the current info on the bounty, I take it, partner?"

"That it is little Missy, but I am sure you will be the one to rope in this scoundrel and bring em to Justice!" the droid responded.

It added in a robotic tone, "Not-responsible-for-death."

[Dove Gray]

"Aye, no death. Only capture." Which was fine in her book.

"Well, out I go - for truth, justice, and the credits-way!"

Another set of fingerguns for the droid, and Dove headed back out on the street. Time to get to work!


/scene here, and move on to another timeslot for searching?

[Dapper Dog]

/scene