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Bounty Hunters

A Thankless Job

Justin heard laughing all around him. He knelt on the steel grating of the station. His wrists burned, the shackles clasped so tight it cut his skin. He wondered where he was, who abducted him, and how he was to escape, questions that couldn't be answered with a black bag over his head.   A woman spoke, "Oh, take it off. Let's see who the lodge sent this time."   Justin heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Whoever it was removed the sack. He found himself in a cargo hold, crates and barrels littered the small room. The men and women surrounding him were humanoid, but they wore suits, the helmets filled with a green haze that obscured their features.   Some stood with their arms crossed, looking him over. Others talked among themselves, their whispers impossible to make out.   His attention was drawn to the woman who spoke. She sat on one of the crates, a small mass of black tendrils writhing in her lap.   Justin was furious. All he could was laugh. How did she know? Who told her? He greeted her in a casual tone, nodding as he did, "Invicta."   "How many of you do I have to kill before you leave me be?" she asked.   "I imagine the body count will only get higher after what you did on that station. That was terrorism."   "Was it?" Invicta replied. He noticed the slight twitch through the fog in her visor, her mouth curling into a smile.   "No remorse?"   Invicta stood, her footsteps lightly tapping against the metal floor. Pulled a small blade from a sheath worn on her leg. She removed her helmet, the fog slowly rising from inside the suit.   She knelt down so their eyes could meet, but her eyes were the last thing he wanted to look at. Her eyes were pale, sickly kind of blue. They were evidence that she was no longer human.   He focuses on other features but only came to the same conclusion. She had sickly pale skin, green veins and bleached hair, cut short and parted to the side.   She brought the knife within inches of his right eye, aimed where he could see down the edge. "Remorse? Not at all."
     
Bounty hunters? They're not bloodhounds. The term is appropriate, but they don't chase wealth. Anyone can be a soldier of fortune. These hunters chase fame and infamy. This can apply to themselves, as much as to what they hunt. They are defined by their accomplishments. Their skills mean nothing if they can't back it up with experience.   Every war hero is a butcher in someone else's eyes. Every just and benevolent ruler is a cruel tyrant to an unfortunate few. Every myth and legend is a cautionary tale to those who favored a losing side. Such is the way of their strange economy, a market of prestige and renown.   They aren't assassins, but they will take on the role at the right price. They aren't thieves, archeologists, or explorers unless they need to be. For the right price, a hunter can take on any role. They play an endless game of musical chairs, or perhaps I should call it "musical hats."

Fame

A hunter's name means everything to them. It always comes first. The life of a hunter is graced with many faces, but it is one that is spent in lonely isolation. In the galactic community, hunters rub elbows with high society just as often as with the criminal underworld beneath it. They must choose their friends wisely, if they choose to have any at all.   With every encounter, a successful hunter will ask, "How will this affect me?" The answer is rarely obvious and straightforward. They must consider the difficulty of every task and how their skills can be used to offset this difficulty. They must consider the dangers present, both to their health and their image.   Successful hunters have a reputation. They get the job done. Should others doubt their skill, or their convictions, a hunter will soon find themselves scraping the bottom of the barrel just to survive.
 

Infamy

Ethically speaking, bounty hunters are a shade of gray, one of many in the galaxy. There are laws preventing others from interfering with their hunt, though that means little to those who stand to gain, or lose from their success.   It should also be said that hunters are not allowed to hunt each other. Relatives of a bounty may place a bounty of their own. Any who accept will find their reputation ruined. They will be cast out, ostracized and disowned by their organization.   Of course, those who accept already know this, and likely make their living on hunting the hunters. There is a hunter for every job, and a job for every hunter. Some are less savory than others, but bad publicity is still publicity.

Lodges

Bounty hunters come from all walks of life, even our own. Several humans have made a name for themselves. Every species is welcome, provided they can afford the complex medical procedures to make such interactions safe.   They organize themselves into lodges, a word of our own added to a hundred others. Hunter lodges are varied in specialty, size, and moral ambiguity. The smallest can have less than 5 members. The largest boast numbers in the thousands.   They are loosely organized, a necessity for their profession. When your members are stretched across lightyears, it's best to minimize the paperwork. Lodges are a way to compound the reputations of its members, a way to be seen in a crowd.

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Jul 14, 2021 07:33

Love this article, love the gritty description and I have always loved this profession. Another amazing article.


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Jul 14, 2021 08:53 by Amélie I. S. Debruyne

Amazing narration! That was really gripping :D And really interesting article too, seems like a very important profession and I like all the politicking and competition they have between each other :p

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Jul 14, 2021 22:05 by R. Dylon Elder

Lolll I see what you did there. Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Jul 14, 2021 21:23 by Avalon Arcana

I'm still in shock from the last article and then you drop this beautiful and heartbreaking and wonderfully written article on me? Dang. Have a good job. No.. have two :) :)

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Jul 14, 2021 22:08 by R. Dylon Elder

Why thank you! I appreciate it. That's some high praise.

Jul 21, 2021 00:14

I think it makes an odd amount of sense that, in a galaxy of wildly varying species and values, reputation is the only universal currency.   Seems like a valid second option for a Player character origin other than wayfarer. was that the intent?

Jul 21, 2021 03:35 by R. Dylon Elder

That's pretty much it and something i should probably mention. Gotta have something that crosses the boundary when currency can't. Also yes, this allows other character types and skillets and potentially allies... or nemisis style enemies...

Jul 25, 2021 04:56

oooooh.... nemesis....

Jul 25, 2021 05:22 by R. Dylon Elder

I cant spell to safe my life XD

Aug 12, 2021 09:51 by TC

Oooh lovely article! Also damn Invicta does not mess around does she ^^

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Aug 24, 2021 14:04 by Dr Emily Vair-Turnbull

Invicta does not mess around, holy crap.   Really interesting article. I love the idea of the bounty hunters belonging to a lodge.

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Oct 12, 2021 18:51 by Grace Gittel Lewis

Some wonderful prose once again! That was a pretty well choreographed fight, too!

Oct 14, 2021 19:38 by R. Dylon Elder

Why thank you! I was actually worried about that. I'm glad it worked out.

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