Raxus Secondus
17:47
En Route
Vera was not happy.
She chewed her gum with a vengeance; the whole way there, in fact, she was quietly seething. Maxims was calling this in as a favor, and those above her were raining down some excuse for working with the Jedi. In her humble opinion, the Jedi were little more than goody-two-shoes, wanting to clean up the galaxy's mess, while people like her were always sent in to do the dirty work. And they gave her a kid to work with. For cryin' out loud, she was a Ranger, not a babysitter.
But... she'd been more or less informed her partner was a capable fighter by herself. And kriff, she hoped so, because if the girl got shot she'd never hear the end of it. She gave the poor gum another few flexes of her jaw out of spite, wringing out every last bit of flavour she could get from the poor wad before swallowing it down and wedging in another piece to stave off the inevitable addiction.
But her kiddo made her promise. No more cigaras. No more heavy drinking either, and no more going to the gym for her usual kickboxing lessons unless she was wearing her safety gloves and didn't try to talk up some snotty upstarts who thought an old lady like her was too brittle for their hard-knocking love taps.
Well. Time to hail the kid and blow those stupid cat slavers for all their nine lives. Flicking on the comms to a secure channel, she pinged over.
"This is Coulter on Jaws, come in kid. Got any plans for some cats?"
Good thing she wasn't a cat person, or she'd feel a smidgen of remorse. As it was, she just wanted this mission over with so she could chuck the gum and get some spicy noodles. At least that was one addiction that her kiddo could boss her on.
@Corbeau