I am the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. I always get my mark. Unfortunately, being the best doesn’t always guarantee steady work. Nobody in the Republic will hire me. Even the Sith steer clear of me because of the destruction I leave in my wake. Only those who reek of desperation seek my aid, and I am forced to take them up on their offers because I also have that same reek.
Normally, someone in my position would constantly be looking over their shoulders, looking for the next threat, but they all know better than to come up behind me. They’ll run into the invisible wall that I put up at my back, a wall that rocks their senses.
If you have need of a bounty hunter like me, I am available for hire. I am the best. I am my target’s worst nightmare.
I am Kropp Dusten.
What’s that smell?
If you can smell him, it’s already too late.
Blast! The end is nigh.
Doesn’t the helmet block smells?