Bad News

Stepping off the transport Jarvis took a moment to take in his surroundings.  The Hutt's palace didn't seem like much from the outside but his contacts had told him it was mostly an underground structure. Looking out past the surface structures he could see the system's twin stars as they were both setting and turning the sky a beautiful orange hue. He had to pull himself together if he was going to pull this off.

As he approached the entrance a group of armed men surrounded him.  "Jarvis! I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to actually show, but then you've always surprised me with your lack of sense," said the group's leader, a grizzled and scarred Iktotchi whose name Jarvis couldn't remember.

"Hey listen," Jarvis said with his hands raised.

The grizzled one cut him off, "We listen to you no more Jarvis! Boss said we put you in irons and give you over to the lady imperial! Said we were to soften you up a bit for her." Two of the armed men grabbed him by his arms and placed him in cuffs. "This is all just a big misunderstanding! I came here to explain, I know if Deeveh would just hear..." One of the men slammed the butt of his rifle across his jaw, sending a shot of pain through his entire face Jarvis fell losing consciousness.

The tattooed man pulled his attention away from the females and looked up as his lieutenant approached. "What now?" he grumbled.  "Sir! Communique from our men on litter duty." the Lieutenant handed him a datapad.  Glancing over the communique the tattooed man snarled as he read the words "24 casualties" and threw the pad across the room in anger.  "Our men failed! Goddamn cats!!!"  He stood up, sending 2 of his female companions flailing to the floor.

"Contact 'The Blade'! Tell him I'll double his commission on this one, triple if he brings me that cat's head."