Tatooine is a dry, dusty planet with precious little to offer anyone looking to get rich. Many of those few rich and powerful on Tatooine are smugglers, crime lords and bounty hunters. The innocent are often at the mercy of those more powerful. And those who were not innocent, well, they usually got what was coming to them, one way or another… eventually.
Garin Veris grew up on the desolate planet of Tatooine. It was part of Hutt-controlled space and various cities were ruled by individual Hutts. Garin’s home of Mos Zabu was not as exciting as Mos Shuuta or Mos Eisley or any of the other larger towns, but it was also somewhat less dangerous for the most part. Because of this Garin was always clever and quick enough to be able to stay ahead of any trouble, local or otherwise. And there always seemed to be some sort of trouble on Tatooine.
Garin slowed his speeder down just outside of the dwelling he and his sister, Makara, shared with a number of other down on their luck, ne’er-do-wells. Orphaned at a young age, the siblings had made the best of a difficult situation, living off their cunning and street smarts. They did what they must to survive: panhandling, gambling, con games; whatever was necessary to put some food in their bellies and get through another day intact.
Garin had even been forced to kill a few times. It was necessary. Deals gone bad. Drunk, angry thugs. Often brute force was the only possible response. A knife in a dark alley. A blaster duel on the glaring flatlands. Veris did not think of himself as a criminal. It was simply his way of life, his way of surviving and keeping his sister alive as well. Today things were about to get considerably more complicated.
Garin Veris: Bounty Hunter in Training
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Garin Veris stepped into the small building and quickly found his comrade, Crix Deece, frantically stuffing gear into a backpack. No one else was present and based on the look on Deece’s face, something serious was underway.
“D! What’s going on?” Veris inquired, stepping closer to the man. The Correllian looked up briefly, but did not respond. He finished his packing, slung the pack over his shoulder and grabbed the nearby blaster pistol resting on the table.
“Deece!” Veris said the man’s name, more forcefully this time and grabbed his arm as he tried to step past. Garin spun the man around, not letting go of the arm and pulled him closer. “What…. Is going on?”
“You’d better get out of here now, Garin,” Crix said, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from the larger man. “It’s an Orange Dynamo”, Crix continued, voicing the code words that their group used for a completely failed situation that threatened the entire circle of members.
“Druk!” Veris exclaimed through clenched lips as his mind raced through the possibilities. There were several skorks that the group were working now. In their version of day to day work, anything could go wrong. “Where’s Makara?” he finally asked, still firmly clamped onto his comrade’s bicep.
“They took her,” Crix shot back. Veris finally let the man’s arm free as those words hit his ears and the Correllian took several steps away. Garin quickly closed the gap again however.
“Who?! Who ‘took’ her?” he hissed in anger. Veris balled his fists and loomed menacingly.
“That snork they had, Geela and Makara; it went bad!” Crix answered frantically. “We gotta get outta here! There’s going to be fragging Aqualish all over this place any minute!” Crix Deece headed for the door as Veris doggedly pursued him.
“What are you talking about?!” Veris slammed the man against the wall alongside the doorway and leaned in.
“We don’t have time…” Crix tried to say, but Veris cut him off.
“Make time, Deuce,” Garin said using the man’s code-name and quickly unholstering his heavy blaster pistol. “I want to know what happened to my sister.”
Crix squirmed for a second, but knew that Veris was serious. Crix also knew that he could not be swayed. Veris had always defended his sister even when she erred. This time she crossed the wrong people. “That Twi’lek they were trying to scam? He’s connected! Now Geela’s dead. And they took Makara. I saw them gun down Norin back in Mos Eisley. So I jetted out of there as fast as I could. They’re coming after all of us. You too!”
Geela and Makara had concocted an elaborate scheme to defraud a new to Tatooine Twi’lek businessman who had expressed interest in fine collectibles. Garin had thought the scheme was foolish and didn’t stand a chance of even getting started and told his sister such, but she and the Rhodian had gone through with it. Geela was extremely resourceful and cunning. Makara had a way of making people believe anything; she could sell bantha druk to a Tuscan Raider. They even thought they had actually succeeded. Makara had comlinked him just a few hours before, giddy with the haul of credits they has swindled from the alien.
“Corr ratted them out,” Crix finally added. “He ratted us all out. Now let’s get out of here!” Corr Bona. Thief. Swindler. Con Artist. Sometime friend of the unnamed group that Veris and his sister had joined. Now, blood enemy.
Veris never trusted that man. Unfortunately that distrust now proved well-founded. And fatal for several of his friends. Crix raced out the door, and Garin started to follow him but was stopped short, as the man known as Deuce fell back into the doorway. A pair of blaster shots had rung out. Veris dropped to one knee, taking cover behind the door jamb. A quick glance at Deece showed that he was dead, smoke wafting from the blast wound in his forehead.
“D! What’s going on?” Veris inquired, stepping closer to the man. The Correllian looked up briefly, but did not respond. He finished his packing, slung the pack over his shoulder and grabbed the nearby blaster pistol resting on the table.
“Deece!” Veris said the man’s name, more forcefully this time and grabbed his arm as he tried to step past. Garin spun the man around, not letting go of the arm and pulled him closer. “What…. Is going on?”
“You’d better get out of here now, Garin,” Crix said, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from the larger man. “It’s an Orange Dynamo”, Crix continued, voicing the code words that their group used for a completely failed situation that threatened the entire circle of members.
“Druk!” Veris exclaimed through clenched lips as his mind raced through the possibilities. There were several skorks that the group were working now. In their version of day to day work, anything could go wrong. “Where’s Makara?” he finally asked, still firmly clamped onto his comrade’s bicep.
“They took her,” Crix shot back. Veris finally let the man’s arm free as those words hit his ears and the Correllian took several steps away. Garin quickly closed the gap again however.
“Who?! Who ‘took’ her?” he hissed in anger. Veris balled his fists and loomed menacingly.
“That snork they had, Geela and Makara; it went bad!” Crix answered frantically. “We gotta get outta here! There’s going to be fragging Aqualish all over this place any minute!” Crix Deece headed for the door as Veris doggedly pursued him.
“What are you talking about?!” Veris slammed the man against the wall alongside the doorway and leaned in.
“We don’t have time…” Crix tried to say, but Veris cut him off.
“Make time, Deuce,” Garin said using the man’s code-name and quickly unholstering his heavy blaster pistol. “I want to know what happened to my sister.”
Crix squirmed for a second, but knew that Veris was serious. Crix also knew that he could not be swayed. Veris had always defended his sister even when she erred. This time she crossed the wrong people. “That Twi’lek they were trying to scam? He’s connected! Now Geela’s dead. And they took Makara. I saw them gun down Norin back in Mos Eisley. So I jetted out of there as fast as I could. They’re coming after all of us. You too!”
Geela and Makara had concocted an elaborate scheme to defraud a new to Tatooine Twi’lek businessman who had expressed interest in fine collectibles. Garin had thought the scheme was foolish and didn’t stand a chance of even getting started and told his sister such, but she and the Rhodian had gone through with it. Geela was extremely resourceful and cunning. Makara had a way of making people believe anything; she could sell bantha druk to a Tuscan Raider. They even thought they had actually succeeded. Makara had comlinked him just a few hours before, giddy with the haul of credits they has swindled from the alien.
“Corr ratted them out,” Crix finally added. “He ratted us all out. Now let’s get out of here!” Corr Bona. Thief. Swindler. Con Artist. Sometime friend of the unnamed group that Veris and his sister had joined. Now, blood enemy.
Veris never trusted that man. Unfortunately that distrust now proved well-founded. And fatal for several of his friends. Crix raced out the door, and Garin started to follow him but was stopped short, as the man known as Deuce fell back into the doorway. A pair of blaster shots had rung out. Veris dropped to one knee, taking cover behind the door jamb. A quick glance at Deece showed that he was dead, smoke wafting from the blast wound in his forehead.