“Lady Sandè, Ranger Nordo at your service, but you can just call me enchanted. “
In Del’s experience, good manners could get you a lot closer to the goal, and a lot faster than any blaster. Besides that, he was genuinely appreciative to receive a decent reception. Good will for the rangers went...
“Freighter? No, my friend, I think you missed the mark, I’m just a real estate guy who got lucky.”
Del could tell this Pyke was savy, maybe a little too *involved* in his work, but most were in this business. Speaking of, this Poke was definitely in “the business”, and left Del all the window...
A small cloud of musky t’bacc smoke rolled out of the shadows, and past the gungan. A moment later a voice followed, deep and cautious:
“Not something you see everyday, is it friend?”
Del stepped out from the dark side of another pillar, where he too had been taking in the unusual scene...
Nice work detective.
Dell was no Holovid actor, that was obvious. This fella caught him making a switch in his own pocket. Either that or the color was a dead give away. Silver lining was, either case says this Pyke ain’t just junkie, which means he must be in the know. None of that mattered...
They always warn you about this. That somber moment when the place you work starts to feel a little too much like where you live. As his old and faded M-68 glided down the narrow streets of Kalaa’uun, Del felt a nauseating sense of comfort wash over him. The subterranean air was thick with the...
The gorg was a disappointment.
Del wiped his fingers and pushed the half eaten plate out of reach. This galaxy was nothing if not disappointing, but that just made it sting all the worse: a man can’t even have faith in a good meal when he needs it. It’s a pitiful thing indeed, but Nordo...