Damien was crouched on a ledge, one arm resting on his knee as his visor routinely scanned the street below from left to right. The main target of his gaze was a cantina, one that had an obscenely large and neon-lit sign that proudly displayed the name, The Tumbling Krayt. The traffic outside, organic and mechanical, was light and he was thankful that there would be little opportunity for interruptions.
He lifted the arm on his knee to press a button on his gauntlet, a holographic message projected from it after, the contents rather simple. The Tumbling Krayt. In the backroom, there is a small gambling ring. The password is Puff Puff. Retrieve their security footage and eliminate any obstacles. Damien shut off the message while letting out a displeased and curt grunt, the same reaction he had when he read the words the first time. The instructions were relatively simple and while he desired more information, the pay he was receiving upon competition kept his grievances to grunts. Especially after his last contract, he just wanted to wipe that taste out of his mouth.
Navigating down to street level with the help of his jetpack, Damien would exit from an alley and out into the rain as he approached the front door. Stepping inside, the sight of an fully armored mandalorian drew looks from everyone, the tension immediately rising. Customers paused in their drinking for a few passing seconds before eventually returning to what they were doing. There was a short list of reasons why an armored mando visited anywhere, and they wanted no part of any violence if they could avoid it.
Damien slowly inspected the room, first the customers and then the details of the space, eventually spotting a metal door in the corner that must have led to the back. Ignoring the looks with ease, he stepped forward and cut through the small crowds, the jingle of his plates alerting people and making them part for him as he approached. When he reached the door, he rasped his knuckles against the surface twice, each one with conviction that made the sound echo. A slot in the middle of the door would open, a pair of golden eyes waiting on the other side silently for the password. Damien met them and held their gaze for a moment before repeating the password in a mechanical voice, "Puff Puff." The slot would shut as he would be only met with silence at first. After a few long seconds, he would eventually be able to hear the locks turn on the other side before the door opened for him, allowing him to enter deeper.
@Sreeya
He lifted the arm on his knee to press a button on his gauntlet, a holographic message projected from it after, the contents rather simple. The Tumbling Krayt. In the backroom, there is a small gambling ring. The password is Puff Puff. Retrieve their security footage and eliminate any obstacles. Damien shut off the message while letting out a displeased and curt grunt, the same reaction he had when he read the words the first time. The instructions were relatively simple and while he desired more information, the pay he was receiving upon competition kept his grievances to grunts. Especially after his last contract, he just wanted to wipe that taste out of his mouth.
Navigating down to street level with the help of his jetpack, Damien would exit from an alley and out into the rain as he approached the front door. Stepping inside, the sight of an fully armored mandalorian drew looks from everyone, the tension immediately rising. Customers paused in their drinking for a few passing seconds before eventually returning to what they were doing. There was a short list of reasons why an armored mando visited anywhere, and they wanted no part of any violence if they could avoid it.
Damien slowly inspected the room, first the customers and then the details of the space, eventually spotting a metal door in the corner that must have led to the back. Ignoring the looks with ease, he stepped forward and cut through the small crowds, the jingle of his plates alerting people and making them part for him as he approached. When he reached the door, he rasped his knuckles against the surface twice, each one with conviction that made the sound echo. A slot in the middle of the door would open, a pair of golden eyes waiting on the other side silently for the password. Damien met them and held their gaze for a moment before repeating the password in a mechanical voice, "Puff Puff." The slot would shut as he would be only met with silence at first. After a few long seconds, he would eventually be able to hear the locks turn on the other side before the door opened for him, allowing him to enter deeper.
@Sreeya
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