@Scayde: You are so very, very understanding. Yet another reason why I love you.
Awright, it's been quite a while since I revealed my plans here. Might as well let the rest of the worms out of the can.
Okay, so it's no secret now that I am on the path to be a Bounty Hunter. Everyone knows it, so there's no point in omitting that fact from my little journal here. I am also a guerilla fighter, living in the wilderness and raiding Imperial outposts for fun. Some of my Rebel buddies insist that we are
gorilla fighters...I let it slide, though, since there's no point in offending the guy that covers your back.
Ran into an Imperial Bounty Hunter today whilst strolling through the daisies outside of the city of Kaadara, an enclave of artists and craftsmen on the planet of Naboo. I decided this would be a good time to test out the Laser Rifle I had just bought moments before, so I settled down in the grass, and liberated him of his head. Man, that rifle is scary, downed him in one shot. Walked over to the cloning center immediately afterwards to see the results of my handiwork. Hehe, he walked out wearing nothing but his underwear, so I figure I zapped him pretty good.
Note: Saw the same guy a few days later, still wearing nothing but his boxers. Odd.
Killed him again, btw.
I met a guy wearing a trenchcoat, standing in front of the Kaadara starport. He was yelling for people to join him in a fantastic hunting party, for a herd of fambaa were nearby. What's a fambaa, you ask? A titantic saurian quadruped that makes the ground quake as it walks.
Lured by the promise of a huge haul of meat to sell to the various chefs of Naboo, I joined him. Hehe, there I go, trusting a guy in a trenchcoat again...
Need I say it? Yep, woke up in the cloning center afterwards. Hey, at least I had all of my clothes though.
