Aeron Mathis
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 20, 2019
- Messages
- 30
- Reaction score
- 29
Unearthing
Destiny
Destiny
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The Mercenary stared out over the dune sea of Tatooine. The breeze gently embraced Aeron as he stepped to the bow of the luxury yacht he’d been commissioned to guard. His eyes systematically scanned the horizon for any sign of danger and to his chagrin, there was none to be found.
This was his third guard job. His two missions prior to this one were incredibly boring and unsettlingly familiar to his life back on Loovira. Now, of course, he was armed in weapons he’d bought for himself and he’d chosen to take this job to fund a little errand all his own on the planet once it wrapped. All he had to do was bide his time and play nice with his employers.
“Mathis!” Barked a gruff Duro, Aeron about-faced and stood at attention as the other man approached. Gendrick's face had been marred by shrapnel when he was young and his attitude was as appealing as the torn and scarred flesh that spider-webbed across his face. They'd worked together on another job and Aeron's opinion of the man hadn't improved since their last meeting.
"Sir," Aeron answered.
Gendrick crossed his arms over his chest, "And just what in the seven hells do you think you're doing?"
Aeron cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at his superior officer. They were mercenaries, not a militia. The Duro had been pushing it the past three days and while Aeron was a patient man, but he wasn't keen to Gendrick's overly authoritative attitude. He forced himself to bite back a smart alec retort and said, "Patrolling the starboard side from bow to aft, sir. As you requested."
"I'm watching you, Mathis. I don't trust you." Gendrick's tone was gravelly and uninspired. Aeron returned his "superior" officer's statement with an awkward tight-lipped smile. Prompting the Duro to scowl and walk away. This type of behavior had become consistent over the mission's stint and Aeron was very ready to be rid of the annoying self-important Duro. Luckily for Aeron, there was a treat at the end of this mission. He had a meeting with a Deucalian specialist in a seedy cantina in Mos Eisley. He hoped his lead wasn't a bust...
@Korvo
This was his third guard job. His two missions prior to this one were incredibly boring and unsettlingly familiar to his life back on Loovira. Now, of course, he was armed in weapons he’d bought for himself and he’d chosen to take this job to fund a little errand all his own on the planet once it wrapped. All he had to do was bide his time and play nice with his employers.
“Mathis!” Barked a gruff Duro, Aeron about-faced and stood at attention as the other man approached. Gendrick's face had been marred by shrapnel when he was young and his attitude was as appealing as the torn and scarred flesh that spider-webbed across his face. They'd worked together on another job and Aeron's opinion of the man hadn't improved since their last meeting.
"Sir," Aeron answered.
Gendrick crossed his arms over his chest, "And just what in the seven hells do you think you're doing?"
Aeron cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at his superior officer. They were mercenaries, not a militia. The Duro had been pushing it the past three days and while Aeron was a patient man, but he wasn't keen to Gendrick's overly authoritative attitude. He forced himself to bite back a smart alec retort and said, "Patrolling the starboard side from bow to aft, sir. As you requested."
"I'm watching you, Mathis. I don't trust you." Gendrick's tone was gravelly and uninspired. Aeron returned his "superior" officer's statement with an awkward tight-lipped smile. Prompting the Duro to scowl and walk away. This type of behavior had become consistent over the mission's stint and Aeron was very ready to be rid of the annoying self-important Duro. Luckily for Aeron, there was a treat at the end of this mission. He had a meeting with a Deucalian specialist in a seedy cantina in Mos Eisley. He hoped his lead wasn't a bust...
@Korvo