"I don't like him. He's coarse and irritating, and he gets everywhere." The Twi'lek girl in the cantina had been right- the Rodian gunrunner was splattered over his hideout, an arm the only thing recognisable as belonging to him. He'd tried to run from my guns, the irony. His goons had put up a fight, but no one gets away from Demos Khan, Scourge of the Outer Rim. Or something like that, I forget what they call me now.
The only sounds I can hear are the moans of the dying mingling with hiss of the door as it opens and closes on the lone arm draped across it's threshold. And the soft crunch of my boots on the sand. Job done.
The dead Rodian's arm:
Demos Khan himself:
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So, I hope this is alright as a bounty hunter build! C+C welcome! Definitely got a lot more inspiration for SONE now.