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“General Oderyn, we found the survivors.”
“Let’s get the wounded started on some bacta.”
“CEASE FIRE! What are y-”
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Tnk Tnk Tnk
The sound of something thrumming the side of his helmet startled Vo from his sleep. Or at least what counted for sleep when wearing full armor. Personally, he hated the full Mandalorian garb. Good for combat, no arguments there, but for lounging in a VIP room on Bonadan? Not so much. Boss said it was more “marketable” to actually have a Mandalorian in Mandalorian armor though, so here he was dressed to impress.
“Droma,” a Rylothian accent filled his ears, “Wake up, client is going to be here soon.”
Raising his head, Vo gave about as much of a stretch as he could in the crowded booth. The dull sounds of synth and bass from the club’s dance floor making their way into the room. To his left was the woman who woke him. A Twi’Lek named Shura. Used to be some kind of freedom fighter on her home planet before having to flee the Empire.
“You can’t blame him for nodding off though, Shura. I’d be bored stiff too if I couldn’t drink,” Canard spoke up from across the table. He was a Gungan smuggler their group had picked up rather recently. As soon as the words left his mouth Canard glanced to his left, “No offense, Beedee.”
“None taken,” the BD-3000 droid spoke flatly. The annoyance in her voice coming through. She was a luxury droid model that had been programmed to do everything from secretarial duties, child care, and body guarding. She’s been doing a lot less of the former ever since her previous owner sold her for a newer model.
“Kara! You getting your fill?” Canard turned in his seat and raised a drink to their fifth and final member. Vo had noticed she kept to herself a lot in these situations. Something he could respect, especially given his own history. Everyone in the room knew him as “Droma”, an identity he had to assume 7 years ago. That’s what worked about their operation though. Everyone had something they were trying to get away from and boundaries weren’t pushed often.
They had been gathered here for a job. Their boss, a Cathar heiress by the name of Nanisa Jann, had hired them out for a job. None of them 100% knew what that all entailed, but it was coming through a contact they had been reasonably comfortable with. A Hutt named Edel. Definitely a shining example that not every stereotype in the galaxy was accurate, Edel was a pretty stand up guy. He valued trust and respect. Vo had heard a few rumors about what Edel did to those who didn’t reciprocate, but he figured that was just business.
@Green Ranger @Brandon Rhea
“Let’s get the wounded started on some bacta.”
“CEASE FIRE! What are y-”
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tnk Tnk Tnk
The sound of something thrumming the side of his helmet startled Vo from his sleep. Or at least what counted for sleep when wearing full armor. Personally, he hated the full Mandalorian garb. Good for combat, no arguments there, but for lounging in a VIP room on Bonadan? Not so much. Boss said it was more “marketable” to actually have a Mandalorian in Mandalorian armor though, so here he was dressed to impress.
“Droma,” a Rylothian accent filled his ears, “Wake up, client is going to be here soon.”
Raising his head, Vo gave about as much of a stretch as he could in the crowded booth. The dull sounds of synth and bass from the club’s dance floor making their way into the room. To his left was the woman who woke him. A Twi’Lek named Shura. Used to be some kind of freedom fighter on her home planet before having to flee the Empire.
“You can’t blame him for nodding off though, Shura. I’d be bored stiff too if I couldn’t drink,” Canard spoke up from across the table. He was a Gungan smuggler their group had picked up rather recently. As soon as the words left his mouth Canard glanced to his left, “No offense, Beedee.”
“None taken,” the BD-3000 droid spoke flatly. The annoyance in her voice coming through. She was a luxury droid model that had been programmed to do everything from secretarial duties, child care, and body guarding. She’s been doing a lot less of the former ever since her previous owner sold her for a newer model.
“Kara! You getting your fill?” Canard turned in his seat and raised a drink to their fifth and final member. Vo had noticed she kept to herself a lot in these situations. Something he could respect, especially given his own history. Everyone in the room knew him as “Droma”, an identity he had to assume 7 years ago. That’s what worked about their operation though. Everyone had something they were trying to get away from and boundaries weren’t pushed often.
They had been gathered here for a job. Their boss, a Cathar heiress by the name of Nanisa Jann, had hired them out for a job. None of them 100% knew what that all entailed, but it was coming through a contact they had been reasonably comfortable with. A Hutt named Edel. Definitely a shining example that not every stereotype in the galaxy was accurate, Edel was a pretty stand up guy. He valued trust and respect. Vo had heard a few rumors about what Edel did to those who didn’t reciprocate, but he figured that was just business.
@Green Ranger @Brandon Rhea