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26. Bounty
“Now what are you, little guy?”
“Someone who doesn’t like being spoken to like that.”
“Sorry little guy, what should I call you?”
“Rocket.”
“Okay, what are you, Rocket?”
“What?”
“I need to know what species you are before I’m allowed to serve you anything. My boss don’t want me killing our clientele, so I need to know what’s poisonous to you first.”
“Oh, I’m not looking for anything to eat. Or drink.”
“Fair enough. What’s a shivering little Rocket doing in a bar this early then?”
“I heard from an inmate... I mean from a friend, that this is where I need to go for bounty hunting?”
“What luck, you heard correct. Yes, welcome to Tracker’s Den. I’m not Tracker though, that’s my mom’s boyfriend, he lets me work here to earn some cash on the side.”
“Okay? Look, I just need to know how this bounty hunting thing works. Could you go through it for me?”
“Sure thing, Rocket. But before we get into the nitty and the gritty of hunting down people, I just need to know if you’re maybe cold, because you keep shivering, and stop me if I’m assuming anything about your species, but most mammalian people on Contraxia usually wear something to stay warm.”
“Why you askin', you got something for me to wear?”
“Funny you would ask, I might have something. Lots of people get stupid drunk here and forget their stuff here, and never comes back to pick it up again. Here, have a look through the box.”
“Okay, thanks. There, happy now?”
“Good choice, the stripes compliment your tail stripes, plus you look like a little wizard.”
“Yeah, fine, now about the bounty hunting thing.”
“Certainly, so, people come in here, they sign the register, and then pick a bounty to hunt.”
“Wait, you gotta register?”
“Not to worry, it’s all private, you can even use a pseudonym, it’s just to make sure two people don’t go after the same bounty.”
“Huh, okay, how do you get paid then?”
“You just contact the client that put up the bounty. Payment happens on delivery.”
“Yeah about that, is it like actual payment stuff in hand, or do I need an account at a bank?”
“That depends on the client. Most just do the account payments.”
“And what if I don’t have one of those?”
“No worries, you can just sign up for a account.”
“Yeah, I tried doing that at the Contraxia Bank, but I got.. removed.”
“Oh, yeah, Contraxia Nexus people aren’t that great. Laid off a lot of people to replace them with reprogrammed pleasure bots. Personally I don’t see the attraction of pleasure bots, but I think that’s a species thing. Or it’s a personal thing. Frankly I’m just hoping to maybe find someone special.”
“Can we get back on point?”
“Oh, right, so I got an account with the bank of A'askavaria, apparently nobody has ever even robbed them. They got a nice referral system going on, so I can just refer you, and then they set up an account for you, how’s that sound?”
“Great, thanks, how do we do it?”
“I’ll go grab my com-pad and start setting it up for you, you can go ahead and start looking through the bounty board. Do you have a com-pad?”
“Not anymore, mine got confiscated.”
“You know I think we got an old spare one around here. I shouldn’t really be giving out free stuff like this, my boss will end up firing me, but I really don’t care that much about this job. You know I’m not even from Contraxia, moved here when Asgard made sure there was peace on our planet, but I’m from a sort of a warrior type of people, you know.”
“Uh-huh, I sign here?”
“Yeah, and then the next page. So now I was thinking about this kind of itch my people get when we want to fight, and my mom’s got her own fight club around here, maybe I should go and find a place that’s got a lot of fighting. Where you from anyway?”
“No-where. I just submit then?”
“Yeah, just make sure you fill in the necessary places. I think I heard of that place. Big head, right?”
“What? No, I mean, I came here from Sakaar.”
“Oh right, I met people from there, none of them seemed happy.”
“Yeah, probably because they’re ruled by a dictator asshat that’s an absolute idiot. Okay, everything is submitted.”
“Great, there’s all the info you need to get paid. Now when you say dictator… those tend to cause rebellions, don’t they?”
“Probably, I don’t know.”
“I think I need to quit and head over to Sakaar.”
“That’s great, so I just select a bounty on that board there?”
“Yup, but you can also just log on to the Hunter Network on your com-pad. I wonder if I should make revolution pamphlets.”
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Years later over at New Asgard on Earth, after Rocket, Bannerhulk and Thor left to undo the Thanos snap...
"Hey, Miek, I was sort of playing the game, and my attention was mostly on it, but there was like a small furry guy in here, right?"
*clicklick*
"Right right, I was actually afraid I was imagining him when I noticed him, and was too worried to say something, but I think I know that guy. Although when I last saw him, he was a wizard."
*clicklick*
"Nah man, I don't touch the stuff anymore, makes me too paranoid."
