Here I was in my starship, my eyes on the small planet of Kamino. This was the main production of clone troopers for the accursed Republic Army. It made me sick to think about that crumbling organization. We bounty hunters had despised the Republic ever since those meddling Jedi track us down and throw us away, not even caring about the 'honest' job we were doing. Our jobs made crime organizations easier to handle, as they eliminated the opposition, so in a way we were the janitors of the galaxy, getting rid of the filth. But of course, not everyone could see that.

Before this war started, I was the second best bounty hunter in the galaxy. Jango was the best, but he was taken care of on Geonosis by no other than those damned Jedi Knights. I had to fill in the void so that there wasn't any power struggle and the bounty hunters would start killing themselves to fill it in. It was easy for one bounty hunter to turn on the other in the blink of an eye. If I hadn't done it, we'd be extinct and be no more than a mere legend and had to be reborn again later on, like the Sith Lords.

Sith Lords. Why do I even bother with them? They're just as meddlesome as the Jedi. Only difference is they like what corruption, fear, and anarchy does to the galaxy. If I'm not too sure, I suspect they'll have an even stricter rule than the Jedi ever had, and possibly more deadly for guys like us.

For now I work for credits, like many of my kind. I fall under the category of normal bounty hunter, for now. There are some who do this job just to savor the thought of capturing, or killing. These extremists are what give us a bad name. Most bounty hunters capture their prey live, which usually means more credits, but these guys don't care. All they want to do is to cause pain to anyone they see.

I've never killed just for the pleasure, well most of the time. When I do kill for the pleasure, it's on people who infuriate me the most, like Skywalker and his little Togruta padawan. I'll kill them slow, just to savor their agonizing death. Even more so would be Cyneran. I would savor his with mouthwatering delight. I wish had seen when the Count was torturing him. How I would looked on with satisfied eyes.

I hate him with so much rage and fury because he was the only one of my prey who ever got away, and he was just a brat! When word got out that I had failed to kill him, I became the laughing stock of the galaxy. It's one thing when your quarry gets away and he/she's a grown individual, but it was hilarious when it was actually a baby that slipped out of the hands of the most notorious bounty hunter in the galaxy. Unfortunately, I didn't soot to well with the joke, and I left a lot of people pushing up daises or whatever slimeball planet they came from.

I hated Cyneran like a disease. I tried many a time to kill him, but they never worked. He always alluded my grasp, but not for much longer. He is a slipper opponent, and he's caught me off guard many a time. But once he is in my grasp, he will feel my fists squeeze the life out of his body, and he will remember who his real enemy is.

It should have ended their on his stinking home planet, but fate must have intervened that day. Fate is never kind because you never know if you fully realize yourself when your life comes down.

"Bounty hunter, are you orbiting the system?" said the holographic image of none other than Count Dooku, leader of the Confederate Independent Systems, or CIS.

"Yes, the planet is in my sights Count. How long until you want me to disrupt their little clone production?" said Bane.

"In due time, for now lay low on the system. If the trap is sprung too early, everything will go wrong. Our elite droid forces will be there in a few days. I will contact you when they come. Once that is done, destroy as many of those cloning vats as possible," said Dooku.

"Yes Count, and I believe the job is 35000 credits," said Bane.

"You'll get your money when you have done the job," said Dooku. The hologram faded out and Bane pulled his starfighter into a dive towards the planet. Switching on his cloaking device he slipped past the sensors unnoticed.

Kamino's endless rain pounded on his starship, the raindrops playing a symphony of drops onto ship. Bane paid it no mind and continued his flight to one of the main platforms jutting out of the endless sea. Picking the biggest collection, the words Tipoca City on his map, he landed his ship on the pole connected to the structure, getting his magnetic field to hook to it with no problem.

"That was easy, now to get inside,"he thought. Using his jet boots to soar towards the door on top of the spire, he snuck into the city undetected, but he had no idea, whether by coincidence or fate, who was already there.