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Ahhh, well, that was just the way the cookie crumbled. Armani had always made an effort to stay out of clan feuds, he was an outsider himself, a Corellian at birth, the last remnant of his immigrant birth that he thanked as an excuse to not be drawn into the mud of rivalries. It had kept him sane, that and fighting the sith on the Dominion's fronteirs for years. The sniper's life may have been the life of a coward, depending on who you asked, but this coward was one who was still alive while everyone else was getting buried six feet under. That though brought a sad smile to the man's face as he looked over his freshly cleaned weapon, "Fuck 'em, it's just you and me against the world. Right?" he asked his siper rifle aloud before sighing. He was starting to miss the front, city life was lethally boring.
It didn't help that there was a storm brewing.
How could he have missed the news? The Count of Clan Fett revealed to be a traitorous whore who worked in the shadows against his brethren? Armani had been appalled upon learning of the conspiracy, and immediately began to fear of an ensuing crackdown upon the clan. There was no telling if this would come back to haunt him or his clansmen. One thing was certain though, this was going to hurt the standings of Clan Fett severely. That thought made the green apple in his mouth taste a little more sour than usual. He was getting to sentimental, he needed to go get drunk. The sudden sound of his holocomm buzzing startled him a tad, though upon accepting the call, he immediately wished he hadn't.
"You've got a problem" said the form of Valia, a secretary he had 'befriended' at the capitol building a few years back. She had been his little informant when it came to happenings within the higher-ups, though it was rare to hear from her these days. "I do?" Armani asked, raising an eyebrow as he scratched his leg. The visage of the woman's frowning face was enough to convince him. "I just heard some gossip about a Fett woman causing quite the scene downtown, she's been on quite the spree from what I hear" Valia stated, piquing the man's interest in a less than stellar way. "She can do what she wants, just like I can. I pay my taxes, I wear clothes when I go out, what do you want me to do here?" he stated, as he had a feeling he knew what was coming next.
"A Fett woman going on a rampage downtown right after a conspiracy is revealed centered around the clan? The reaction wouldn't end well for you I assume" she implied, making her aim clear. As much as Armani hated to get drawn into any of the politics within clans, the woman had a point. These were highly sensitive times within the clan, it would only take a small spark to ignite an even bigger persecution. There were many within the clan, but it seemed there would be less of a whiplash if another Fett was seen dealing with the situation. Armani frowned before resigning himself to his fate, "Fine, give me the coordinates and I'll be there in ten minutes" he stated before downloading the location into the HUD of his helmet beside him.
With this done, the Corellian picked up his sniper rifle and slung it over his shoulder. It looked like he was off to go do damage control. It was time to get geared up.
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