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Randon, 1547 local time
He had not dressed formally, because he wasn't here for pleasantries. They were partnering up with the Mandalorians to help a Hutt out, and this was as much about instilling fear in the Mandalorians as it was about doing it to the Vigos. Therefore, he was all armored up, helmet on for the dread factor but also because he wouldn't have been surprised if one of the bucket heads saw the chance to kill a Sith Lord and tried shooting him in the head.
Varo was at his side as they strode up to the entrance where their Mandalorian companions would be joining them shortly, and the two stood around for a moment as they waited, escorts not too far away. The guards were heavily armed and would ensure no skirmish broke out between the members of the two parties, but Parox didn't trust them with his life. He'd need to watch his back.
"This better be worth it," he murmured, but he already knew that putting so much on the line for one small planet was rather idiotic when they could have just taken it by force.
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