The Bounty on Arvala-7
The tracking fob led me to Arvala-7. Again. I'd rather face a mudhorn than another week in those canyons.
The mark was a Devaronian spice smuggler named Xarath. Five thousand credits, dead or alive. Guild doesn't care which, but alive means more pay. I prefer that anyway. Less mess to clean up.
I tracked him for three days through the northern canyonlands. The sandstorms this season are brutal. Had to seal the helmet twice to keep the grit out. My armor took a beating from the wind—scratches on the right shoulder plate that'll need buffing out.
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