"Good," Michael smiled, tapping the table in satisfaction. The job was challenging but shouldn't be too difficult, not requiring any use of special talents that didn't belong to him. It was a task calculated to appeal to a Bounty Hunter and one which should educate him in the sort of anti-security tech that was used in this galaxy.
"What I know is that the prison is on a moon orbiting the planet Zolan. Their is a Zolander security patrol of Z-95 Headhunters and from what I know the prison is an old fortress." He answered truthfully, "I think they've got a civil war going on and they keep people called Clawdites there." Michael wanted to speak with one for reasons Koth did not need to know.