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[Bounty Hunter Wars] - 01(22)

By:The Mandalorian Armor




Everyone in the galaxy knew what Kud’ar Mub’at’s business was. There was no other entity among the stars quite like the notorious assembler. If there were other members of its species on some distant planet, covered with skeins and nets of their extruded neural silk, that world hadn’t been discovered yet. Perhaps Kud’ar Mub’at was the only existing assembler; Fett had heard rumors, dating back to a time before he’d become the galaxy’s most-feared



bounty

hunter,

of

Kud’ar



Mub’at’s predecessor, another assembler of whom Kud’ar Mub’at itself had been a node, a semi-independent creature like the ones that scuttled around this web, dragging their neurofiber tethers behind them. That parent assembler had made the mistake of letting one of its offspring become a little too developed and independent, and had paid the price: death and ingestion by the web’s new owner, the usurper Kud’ar Mub’at. The assembler is dead, thought Boba Fett with distaste, long live the assembler. Even Hutts, with their monstrous appetites and vicious family rivalries, drew the line at actually eating one of their own clan that they might have beaten out for control of some typically shady enterprise.



With the web, drifting through interstellar space, and its contents had come the assembler’s business. Some entity had to act as the universe’s go-between and intermediary, especially among all the worlds’ criminal elements and those who did business with criminals. If there had ever been a time when there had been honor among thieves, it was long over in this galaxy. Boba Fett had never cheated any of his clients, though he had been forced to kill quite a few. If everybody had held to his standards of business morality, there wouldn’t have been any need for an operator like Kud’ar Mub’at. As it was, the assembler took a justifiable percentage for the services he provided, the setting up of deals between murderously inclined entities, the holding in escrow of bounty payments, the transfer of captives to those who had put up the credits for them. The Bounty Hunters Guild worked almost all their jobs through Kud’ar Mub’at; Boba Fett used the assembler when that was the client’s preference and the percentage was raked off from the other side and not his own.



“But my highly esteemed Fett-” As Kud’ar Mub’at dangled from the web’s ceiling, it rubbed its tiniest and most agile forelimbs together. “It is not entirely a matter of such highly enjoyable socialization that causes me to desire the extending of your visit to my abode. You speak of your own business, which you are naturally in such a haste to attend to. Very well; let us speak of business together. You know me-” The assembler’s compound eyes twinkled. “I’m as delightedly happy to talk about that as any other subject. And right now your business and mine once again coincide. Is that not a pleasing hap penstance?”



Boba

Fett studied the assembler’s narrow

face, looking for any clue that would reveal the creature’s true intentions, always hidden beneath its oily chatter. “What business are you talking about?” Usually, any news of a bounty being posted was caught directly by the Slave I’s programmed comm scanners. “A private job?”



“Ah, you are so astute.” The assembler’s forelimbs made little scraping noises, like thin and cheap plastoid shells. “Little wonder that you are such a success in your chosen field of endeavor. Yes, my dear Fett, a very private job indeed.”



That interested Fett. Of all the things that Kud’ar Mub’at could have said, that caught his attention more than any other. Private jobs were the cream of the bounty-hunter trade. There were times when clients, for reasons of their own, wanted some fugitive entity caught and delivered with a maximum of discretion. Posting a bounty galaxy-wide

effectively eliminated

any

chance

of maintaining secrecy; for the client to get what it wanted, arrangements would have to be made with one particular bounty hunter. More often than not, that would be Boba Fett himself; over the decades he’d built up a reputation for confidentiality as well as effectiveness.



“Who’s the client?” It wasn’t essential for Boba Fett to know, though it sometimes made the job easier. If it was

all being arranged through Kud’ar Mub’at, the client’s desire for secrecy might be absolute, without even the hunter knowing who was putting up the bounty. “Is it one of the Hutts?”



“Not

this

time.” Kud’ar Mub’at

displayed

his approximation of a smile again. “You and I have done so much business for Jabba and his brethren lately. After I turn over our little friend Posondum to them, I would not be greatly surprised if they decided to tighten their purse strings for a while. No, no; don’t say a word-” The forelimbs waved about. “You don’t need to remind me that I can hardly deliver anything to anybody until you’ve been paid. Balancesheet!” The assembler’s screech rang down the length of the web. “Get in here! Immediately!”