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Dar felt sick - he didn’t look all that good either. ”This is frakking crazy,’’ he shouted at his piloting droid, the Czerka Class Luxury Yacht swooping down low over the skyline of the Smugglers Moon ”...it cannot be done!’’ he bellowed again, the Droid merely nodding in faked interest. Aware his guest was on board, the driving force which had prodded and nagged Dar - one of his more ‘socialite’ associates - into formulating the plan, Dar slammed up the privacy screen on his room and shut down the Commlink to his Droid, before collapsing in his chair.
”Was I pissed when I made this up?’’ he lamented, bringing the plan back up on the screen. ”Or is the boss completely mental?” he asked to himself, reviewing the plan once more. ”Get guns from a Hutt, with money we do not have to actually give him, go to Coruscant, collect the money, give the guns to the cell, strike at a prison if we even get that far.’’ he stopped, gently bashed his head on the table.
’’Genius!’’ he shouted, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Waving his hand, information coming to him that the Yacht was nearly at its destination, he rose from his chair and headed up to his guests room, tapping on the door. ”Nearly here Boss.’’ he informed the man, fastening his holster, and beginning to search around for a pistol to go in it.
’’I’m too old for this rubbish.’’ he muttered to himself.
@Aberforth (OOC - Please invite whoever you want)
”Was I pissed when I made this up?’’ he lamented, bringing the plan back up on the screen. ”Or is the boss completely mental?” he asked to himself, reviewing the plan once more. ”Get guns from a Hutt, with money we do not have to actually give him, go to Coruscant, collect the money, give the guns to the cell, strike at a prison if we even get that far.’’ he stopped, gently bashed his head on the table.
’’Genius!’’ he shouted, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Waving his hand, information coming to him that the Yacht was nearly at its destination, he rose from his chair and headed up to his guests room, tapping on the door. ”Nearly here Boss.’’ he informed the man, fastening his holster, and beginning to search around for a pistol to go in it.
’’I’m too old for this rubbish.’’ he muttered to himself.
@Aberforth (OOC - Please invite whoever you want)