- Joined
- Dec 25, 2017
- Messages
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Casta Mere quietly noted. Armed with his 2L-Blaster in both hands the dark Cathar stood about within a large warehouse. With him were a dozen more or so Cartel mercenaries maintaining guard positions around the numerous droid workers, hauling square-shaped containers into speeder trucks. Tonight it all seem just another blaster running operation to him. A moment later the Feline merc reminded himself that complacency during a job can be fatal.
Spotting a long blond haired pale skinned human male in an green fatigues dozing off alone at a corner to his right flank, Casta snarled. Walking briskly for that direction, the large catman grasped the golden locks of the human youth and harshly yanked him up. The younger guard swore in pain but fell silent upon face to face with Casta Mere who flashed sharpen teeth.
“Boy sleep on your own damn time! Do this again on the job and you’ll lose more than a few hairs.”
To emphasize his point, Casta Mere suddenly yanked, tearing off some of Golide’s locks and caused him utter a pained cry before saying.
“Okay, okay I get it man, sheesh.”
With blaster pistol in hand and whispering curses at the source of his newfound pain, Goldilocks went off to patrol at the entrance. Casta Mere watched him go to the opposite side with eyes full of contempt, thinking.
It’s fools like him that frak things up.