Zaeed didn’t get paid to ask questions. In fact, it seemed to annoy his clients; he got tipped extra well if he just shut up and did his job. It wasn’t as if he cared, anyways. A job was a job, whether he was hunting a krogan or a porg. He didn’t waste energy trying to figure out whether the damn bounty deserved it. He figured, if someone was willing to pay him damn well to have you killed, you probably deserved it somehow.

What he WOULDN’T do, however, was align himself with some bullshit political party. He’d join a rebellion here or there, if he felt like it, but he wasn’t going to put out the effort to go to a fight. He didn’t mind taking jobs from the Empire, either – so long as they didn’t expect him to swear some fealty.

This, however, was much more than he had been paid for. He had very specific rules on hunting Jedi’s – he wouldn’t. Fuck that, he liked having his body in one piece and no automatically cauterized wounds. So, when his latest bounty turned out to be such a being, he swore to himself he wouldn’t work for those Imperial bastards anymore. If he survived this mission, of course.