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"That sounds, like, totally excellent, thanks!" Freya excitedly exclaimed, as most would indeed find lunch to be totally excellent, though few would express it in the manner she had. "Finding them would be most totally helpful, indeed." she said, in reference to the Core Fleet. "Any sectors in particular come to mind?"

((nobody ever plays a crime lord, so we just make them up as we go along. The most likely you'll be hired by a PC is the empire or the loyalists... perhaps even the community if Freya could sum up the funds to find her father's killer, but that's unlikely. You got to make up your own boss if you're going strictly bounty hunter, unless you want to go claiming jedi bounties, which makes the empire your employer))

"All right let's get going. But where to? We need a place to be able to rendezvous at" Iust said as he started moving towards his ship.

(( hrm ... let me get some queries going in the help thread, yes? ^^;; ))

Anzle sat back in his chair. The growing nickname of his employers of 'Reborn Fett' was growing... old. And the name Iust Zalera... Hmmm, maybe he had heard it once or twice...
"Graka the Hutt? Well, what does he have against Zalera? What proof of his death do you need? Where was he last seen and how long ago? And... how much will you pay me?"
Anzle always enjoyed this part of the business. It was more civilized, and would show any employer or employer's repersentive's motives or intentions. As he asked his next question, he was typing in to have The Templar take off, make orbit, and perpare to jump.
"Also, to make sure you repersent Graka, I will need you to send 1/3 of the payment, up front into a secure account that I will send you. And, before you ask, you have surly seen my capture count-dead and alive-and you will see that no bounty has every gotten away from me. So, your advanced payment will not be in vain."
That would seal the deal...

Link leaned heavily against a wall, seeking to catch his breath.
The Princess standing nearby, not in the most supportive mood.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" She railed at him. "All that Jumping and Running! What if you had dropped me you Lazer-brain! And wh gave you the permission to carry me anyway?! I'm perfectly capable of hanbling myself and all you've been doing is leading me around! As much as I appreciate the Rescue, this treating me like a hapless Damsel is wearing on my last nerve! I have a brain too you know! I'm not some ditz who goes wandering about needing to be rescued every fifteen minutes! I am a Princess of Eluryh! The Royal Heir to the Throne!"

Link, having finally caught his breath after his excessive use of the Force, nodded and bowed before the Woman.
"This one begs your forgiveness Milady. But extenuating circumstances has forced this one to be rather active in your Defense. This one has no wish to see you harmed before we make it back to your bodyguard. He did not mean to offend in anyway."

The young woman folded her arms over her chest and looked at him with a faintly superior expression.
"Well then. In light of your well meaning efforts to preserve the royal being, I suppose I could let the blatant sexism behind it slide. Now then, shall we go? This slave outfit is getting drafty, and I'm sick of wearing your cloak."

As the woman walked off, Link shook his head.
"Blatant Sexism?" he sighed. "This wishes Master would have covered this in training too."
He proceeded to follow the girl and once more they set out to find Leida's Nikto bodyguard.

"Over the course of the last nine years Iust has killed over sixty of Graka's associates, including the head of Graka's spice dealing operations, this does not include the thirty or so underlings that he and his associates killed when he escaped from Graka. He also has stolen a substantial amount of money from my lord. As for proof, bring Graka Iust's Storm commando helmet, preferably with the head still in it. He was last seen at Ozrich's Ship Yard on Ord Mantell, Ozrich claims to know nothing about the man. But, I'm sure you can work something out of him. We are willing to pay you five hundred thousand credits for your efforts. Furthermore, don't take this man lightly, his record is as good as yours, and he's been doing this line of work longer. We would hate to hear of your death. You will receive the third of the payment up front as you have asked. Graka looks forward to seeing you when your work is done," and with that the well groomed man signed off.