"59-473-2255-994" he said into the comlink between him and the Republic docking bay. Mickey had been paid to pick up and drop off supplies for some radicalist group up near the core worlds. He didn't ask questions. The pickup would be tricky since the cargo was on board a Republic space dock and refueling station...well that was it's cover anyway. In reality it was an ammunitions depot, full of the best and funnest little toys. Mickey smiled to himself as the guards accepted him in.
"Seems like me man on coruscant gat samthin' righ' fer a change." he said after closing the comlink. He quickly changed into a republic militant outfit he had...borrowed...from the last guy who tried to interrogate him a few weeks prior. Mickey would now be assuming the roll of Michael Jenserick once again. He hated his birth name but hell it sounded more official and for this particular run, official was good.
After docking he got out of his ship and stood with 3 men waiting at attention, he was posing as a tech inspector for the new blasters delivered, they weren't field tested yet and considered illegal but they were still put in use by whatever special ops ran around in this parsec. "At ease men." the three men relaxed a bit more. "Now I'll need to see the Tech 9 Blasters, I know I know covert and they don't exist but your general would be rather pissed if his men were killed by malfunctioning non-existent prototype blasters now." he said all of this hoping the men wouldn't call his bluff and not go for clearance, luckily they were stupid and turned and led the way for him. "Easy peasey...so wha's ganna go wrong?" he said to himself under his breath.
((OOC Thread here: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9650 ))
"Seems like me man on coruscant gat samthin' righ' fer a change." he said after closing the comlink. He quickly changed into a republic militant outfit he had...borrowed...from the last guy who tried to interrogate him a few weeks prior. Mickey would now be assuming the roll of Michael Jenserick once again. He hated his birth name but hell it sounded more official and for this particular run, official was good.
After docking he got out of his ship and stood with 3 men waiting at attention, he was posing as a tech inspector for the new blasters delivered, they weren't field tested yet and considered illegal but they were still put in use by whatever special ops ran around in this parsec. "At ease men." the three men relaxed a bit more. "Now I'll need to see the Tech 9 Blasters, I know I know covert and they don't exist but your general would be rather pissed if his men were killed by malfunctioning non-existent prototype blasters now." he said all of this hoping the men wouldn't call his bluff and not go for clearance, luckily they were stupid and turned and led the way for him. "Easy peasey...so wha's ganna go wrong?" he said to himself under his breath.
((OOC Thread here: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9650 ))
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