Kaio: Assassinate

The scene inside the bar was horrendous. A Twilek and a Feeorin were violently making love on top of a table, not caring as a couple perverted off-worlders watched on. Beside the counter, two Duros were arguing about something, which then escalated into a full-blown fight, only to be ended by one slicing a hole in the other's throat.

"Home sweet home," Kaio thought to himself as he made his way through the filth and drunkards littered everywhere. Typical for a dive you would find on level 1313 at this time of night. Finally finding his way to the back room, where an elderly looking Toydarian was waiting, with a Herglic bodyguard standing not too far behind him.

"I take it you're the guy who contacted me?" Kaio asked.

"Indeed, Mr..." the Toydarian began, gesturing to the guest to introduce himself.

"Just call me Kaio." he replied. "So what's the job?"

The alien hobbled over to a nearby bench, where a holoprojector sat on top of a suitcase, both looking top of the line for this day and age. "I work a very prestigious...entertainment business, in which my employees work tirelessly to..."

"Get to the point, Sleemo." Kaio interrupted, growing impatient. The Herglic growled and stepped forward, only to be halted by his master.

"Right to the point. I like that." the old alien answered. " Anyways, one of my female...associates was found dead in the streets earlier, the fourth time this week this has happened, all by the same scumbag."

"So who's the guy killin' your whores?" Kaio asked. The Toydarian's eyes shifted, trying to find a way to cover the fact that he was a pimp up. "Entertainment? Female associates? Next time you don't want someone to find out about your line of work, don't have your girls showcasing it out front, buddy."

"Okay okay. The point is, I want you to teach him a lesson about a proper way to treat women, by any means necessary." The Toydarian sighed as he activated the projector. On it rotated the image of a  bald, dark-skinned human, with scars over his forehead and cheek. "This is him. Amar Drok. Find him and bring him to me."

"Alive or dead?" Kaio asked. The employer looked over to the briefcase.

"The answer lies within my case, along with your pay." he answered.

Kaio turned to the bench, and opened the case. Inside was as the old cretin promised; his pay of two thousand credits, but also, a blaster rifle, disassembled of course, so it would fit inside.

"Make sure you don't cause a scene when the deed is done, Kaio." he ordered. Kaio looked up at his contractor.

"Consider it done."