Kyp Durant
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Kyp had done a great many things on a dare, some embarrassing, some fatal, but one and all stupid in one way or another. This was no different. Not that he felt or looked out of place here, wearing a more civilian looking variation of his standard flight-suit, he almost looked like a cartel grunt, thank the Galaxy's xenophobic tendencies for making anyone like him look like nothing more than a good for nothing scumbag. Well, he wasn't going to change that now, and honestly he had no interest in doing that. Boonta was enough of a hell hole that he was happy with letting it rot away under its own weight, whatever little indignation he had wasn't worth wasting here.
Flicking a few switches on the console of the speeder truck, he smoothened out the ride a little, the H-1 droids sitting in the back were beginning to clink and clank a little as Kyp piloted the speeder through the city and the noise was beginning to get on his nerves. With the looks the fellows at the spaceport had given him when he had tried to convince them that he was here as a merchant trying to sell some shit and make some quick cash, he was already pissed to begin with, and the stupid droids were not helping any. As if an Ardennian couldn't even try to make an honest living in the Galaxy.
But that was not going to get him anywhere, and so he instead focused on the positives, the opportunity to see another armpit of the Galaxy, the pleasure of having flown under his own command with no back-seat driving from any stinking diplomats, and the chance to try out the thunderslug pistols he had picked up. The pulse weapons were illegal in most parts of the Republic, and he had always wondered how they worked. Maybe he'd be able to sell them off to some dumb sod and make some more money on the side.
The schmuck he had with him seemed to have some experience in that department, and Kyp planned to use that to the fullest to get as much out of this visit as possible. He wanted to be rich some day, and though it would take an entire ocean to fill all his desires, every little drop helped. "You were a rich bloke, weren't you? Always made me wonder, how different were the women? More stuck up? Crazier?"
@Ecclessey
Flicking a few switches on the console of the speeder truck, he smoothened out the ride a little, the H-1 droids sitting in the back were beginning to clink and clank a little as Kyp piloted the speeder through the city and the noise was beginning to get on his nerves. With the looks the fellows at the spaceport had given him when he had tried to convince them that he was here as a merchant trying to sell some shit and make some quick cash, he was already pissed to begin with, and the stupid droids were not helping any. As if an Ardennian couldn't even try to make an honest living in the Galaxy.
But that was not going to get him anywhere, and so he instead focused on the positives, the opportunity to see another armpit of the Galaxy, the pleasure of having flown under his own command with no back-seat driving from any stinking diplomats, and the chance to try out the thunderslug pistols he had picked up. The pulse weapons were illegal in most parts of the Republic, and he had always wondered how they worked. Maybe he'd be able to sell them off to some dumb sod and make some more money on the side.
The schmuck he had with him seemed to have some experience in that department, and Kyp planned to use that to the fullest to get as much out of this visit as possible. He wanted to be rich some day, and though it would take an entire ocean to fill all his desires, every little drop helped. "You were a rich bloke, weren't you? Always made me wonder, how different were the women? More stuck up? Crazier?"
@Ecclessey