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A contract had been put forward by an anonymous source proposing extraction of imprisoned sentients. This wasn't Xe's normal fare, but there were mitigating circumstances. This was just a natural extension of her usual interest in securing freedom for slaves. Only these captors were better armed. A significant hurdle for them to overcome, but the originator of the contract seemed confident in their chance to succeed. The details of the assignment would be shared in person once they met; transmission of too much, even encoded, was dangerous.
The Nubian shuttle set down in one of the docking bays of the prearranged platform for the meet. After the shuttle was secured, the Zeltron took a few minutes to check her pack of gear. They would probably secure other forms of travel to their destination, so it was prudent to be ready to move. A few datapads critical to their chances of success were secured in the pack as well. Not everything involved blasters and blades. Xe didn't think this mission was going to be free of violence though; only so much you could get away with in paperwork.
Hatch locked after Xe had stepped out of the shuttle, the Zeltron headed for the exit. Arrangements had been made for her ship to remain docked for the duration of the mission. Formalities, much like those she was walking into now. Only this exchange could go any number of ways; the dangers of anonymously arranged contracts. Xe's customary dress attire usually helped instill a sense of false security in other parties, however, so that gave her a small edge if things got out of hand. Any edge someone like her could get made all the difference.
Pack slung over one shoulder, blaster at the hip -- not a normal accessory, but these were special circumstances -- the Zeltron strode down the corridors. She smiled even while ignoring any stares or comments made by those taken in by her appearance. Everyone thought of all the species in the galaxy they had a better chance alluring a Zeltron into their arms. And everyone was wrong. Even Zeltrons had standards. Less puritan ones, but few ascribed to the 'first man/woman I see' philosophy.
Several minutes passed before she stepped into the local cantina. Her eyes surveyed the room and its occupants for a moment. Several eyes were caught sizing her up in turn; some longer than others. At least the place didn't have slime oozing from the walls. Even had a clean bar counter. There was hope yet.
Now if only this contact held as much promise and didn't turn out to be a creep. Wouldn't be the first time someone tried hiring the Zeltron Assassin only to try and solicit the wrong kind of services. Those people learned their lesson the first and only time.
@Nastalle
The Nubian shuttle set down in one of the docking bays of the prearranged platform for the meet. After the shuttle was secured, the Zeltron took a few minutes to check her pack of gear. They would probably secure other forms of travel to their destination, so it was prudent to be ready to move. A few datapads critical to their chances of success were secured in the pack as well. Not everything involved blasters and blades. Xe didn't think this mission was going to be free of violence though; only so much you could get away with in paperwork.
Hatch locked after Xe had stepped out of the shuttle, the Zeltron headed for the exit. Arrangements had been made for her ship to remain docked for the duration of the mission. Formalities, much like those she was walking into now. Only this exchange could go any number of ways; the dangers of anonymously arranged contracts. Xe's customary dress attire usually helped instill a sense of false security in other parties, however, so that gave her a small edge if things got out of hand. Any edge someone like her could get made all the difference.
Pack slung over one shoulder, blaster at the hip -- not a normal accessory, but these were special circumstances -- the Zeltron strode down the corridors. She smiled even while ignoring any stares or comments made by those taken in by her appearance. Everyone thought of all the species in the galaxy they had a better chance alluring a Zeltron into their arms. And everyone was wrong. Even Zeltrons had standards. Less puritan ones, but few ascribed to the 'first man/woman I see' philosophy.
Several minutes passed before she stepped into the local cantina. Her eyes surveyed the room and its occupants for a moment. Several eyes were caught sizing her up in turn; some longer than others. At least the place didn't have slime oozing from the walls. Even had a clean bar counter. There was hope yet.
Now if only this contact held as much promise and didn't turn out to be a creep. Wouldn't be the first time someone tried hiring the Zeltron Assassin only to try and solicit the wrong kind of services. Those people learned their lesson the first and only time.
@Nastalle