The bounty hunter groans as his whipcord wraps around his target, a Duros that owed the Pykes some money. He'd walk up to them grunting from under his helmet as he pinned their chest to the ground with a his knee in their back. "Quit fighting or I'm bringing you in cold." He-
"He definitely could have done with having a smaller starfighter or transport as opposed to a solar yacht."
He said in agreement as he flipped a credit chit.
"So when's the next job happening?"
"Well."
Snort.
"I did very publicly say that Count Dooku should have funnelled more money into the war effort than into his personal ship that we would have won it."