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"Welcome to Ruethers!" the sign out front says. You might think that you've gone crazy, but this seems almost like a family restaurant. Certainly not the place you were told about. But, this planet isn't that big, and Ruether is certainly the name you remember hearing, right? Well, this must be the place.

You go inside, and now you're sure you took a wrong turn. This is not the low-lit watering hole you're used to. Was that a waiter you just saw? What in space is going on here. All around you are farmers, workers, and kids. Kids! That hunter you met on Ord Mantel must've been spiced, because this is not a place where a battle-hardened bounty hunter like you would ever hang out. Just as you turn to leave, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You spin around (a combat reflex, you can't help it), but promptly realize that the man grasping your shoulder means you no harm. A bald man, with a solid frame and a bald head looks at you with cloudy blue eyes and says "I don't think you were looking for this place, friend,

"I think you were headed downstairs."

He begins to walk away, and you see him take a staircase in the back corner of the restaurant. Next to the staircase, you see another door leading to the outside, and just like that the door opens and in walks the hunter you saw on Ord Mantel.

"This way, blaster-brain! Ruether doensn't like us up here!"

You follow him down the stairs, and once you step out into the open room beyond, you know this is where you were supposed to be. Low light, smoke, the smell of lum and Corellian whiskey, and nothing but your kind of people as far as the eye can see. "C'mon," he says. "I want you to meet someone."

He leads you across the bar, untill you are at a table filled with laughing, drinking warriors. "Ranjo! Hey Ranjo! I want you to meet someone. He's looking to join the Aquisition Club!"

A man turns around, and you find yourself looking at all-too-familiar blue eyes and a bald head. "Yes, Rikan...we've already met. I'm Ranjo Ruether, the owner of this fine establishment. And you are?"

Woops...




If you've stumbled on to this page, grubber, chances are you're a little curious as to what kinda life is lead by the freelance law enforcer (bounty hunter.) Or maybe you came here needin' the services of one of these individuals. At any rate, what you're gonna find here is an index of some of the galaxy's best bounty hunters, mercs, gunslingers, bodyguards, and blasters-for-hire that money can buy. If you've got the means with which to pay, these beings can make your problems go away.

For all you vigilantees out there, the Aquisition also has a direct link to the IOCI, and thanks to our infochants, we know about the good bountys sometimes a week before they're posted. Just remeber that five percent of any reward you reap from one of our postings is "greatly appreciated" here at the Aquisition... get my drift?

You'd like to join the hallowed ranks of the Aquisition Club? Well, if you think your Aquisition material, go ahead and send us your resume. If we like what we see, you're in, and you'll have access to all the advantages a bountyhunter could ask for including early bounty postings, inside connections to the best black-market arms and arms dealers, as well as an in with a host of hunters you might want to hire for that big job. If not, then be content with life as an amatuer, farmboy.


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