You called a number I didn't even know I had.

Bail have admittedly had fun receiving some new bounties after his smaller break. On top of that, he also enjoyed adding to his pile at times by picking out a few targets on his own, depending on the number of orders he was given at the time. It was a good excuse to earn extra cash, and to toy with some new targets. Tapping away at his ship’s smaller console, he brought up the bounty hunter network, scrolling through the current list of “offers”. It could be a hit and miss for a search - sometimes, he found some interesting ones, at times it was just the same old and usual, not so enticing offers.

Tapping away and browsing along as if he was shopping, he saved two more bounty calls on his datapad, and amusedly stopped when he spotted a third that piqued his interest, or rather - his amusement. He tapped away at his screen as he smirked at the flier he just found, musing to himself. Redstrike huh? From his looks he didn’t expect much, but he could have... some fun toying with him.

Closing the network and pulling up his tracking system, it was time to let the system do it’s work, run a search where targets were potentially spotted last, and head out there first. He amusedly decided to put his last find as his first target. None of his other bounties had any urgency attached to them, so he could catch them in whatever order he pleased. It took some time for the system to pull up some results, but the moment he received a ping about the estimated location of where the red flier was sighted last, it was time to set his ship on it’s course.

It was time for a new hunting season.

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“Well.”

Bailtrack pulled out a datapad with two screens from his subspace. One sceen had the listings of bounty involving Brainstorm, and another, smaller screen was open on a file listing “Top Bots to smooch”. Handing over the datapad, he smirked.

“See it for yourself.”