Post by Rugs on Mar 5, 2015 22:49:00 GMT -5
(Tag Fox )
Tsubasa wondered, for at least the thirtieth time, if he was making the right decision in taking up the job.
The Matukai wasn’t a stranger to taking up the occasional bit of mercenary work — he was a drifter, and even drifters needed money from time to time if they planned to keep drifting — but he usually kept a policy of trying not to get tied up in Hutt business. The Hutts have a way of staying in a life long past their welcome, his old mentor had said once. Even if you don’t owe them anything. Best to avoid them altogether, when possible.
Yet, here he was, riding in a shuttle with a handful of unfamiliar men to carry out vengeance for a slighted father. Why shouldn’t I? he wondered, looking at his phrik-guantleted hand as Ifrit clacked around on his shoulder.
Everyone knew the story by now. Tad Rok, an elderly, wealthy Duros had been out enjoying a day with his daughter and heir to his small business empire. An assassin, hired by minor crime lord Shogga the Hutt killed her in cold blood. The assassin was arrested, but that didn’t quell the fires of Tad’s fury. He wanted payback, and so he gathered up a handpicked team to carry out his vengeance.
Tsu still wasn’t entirely sure how Tad even knew about him, let alone how he reached him. But the job felt right, and the offered pay was hard to turn down…
Still not sure about this crew, though, he thought, glancing at one of the mercenaries from the corner of an amber eye. He was a big fellow. Gruff, bearded. Force sensitive. Hadn’t really spoken to the group much since they’d joined at Tad’s estate a day or two ago.
None of those were problems, in and of themselves, but they were the only two Force users in the group — as far as Tsu could tell — and something felt… odd about him.
He shrugged mentally and glanced out the viewport. Grassy fields sped along below them, close enough that he had to remind himself again that the shuttle flew low to avoid detection. “Coming up on the town here,” a the pilot’s voice sounded over a speaker. “We’ll be setting down in five.”
Tsubasa nodded to himself. They were to insert in a small spice town and infiltrate — or assault, if they opted — a villa to find and eliminate their targets. They were free to carry out the mission however they saw fit, with the only stipulations being to minimize innocent casualties and that dead mercenaries wouldn’t get paid.
“It is a lovely day,” Ifrit said, out of the blue. Tsu arched a brow, glancing at the little dragon droid riding on his shoulder. He was turned to look at the window, fire-red holographic wings folded neatly over his back.
“It is,” Tsu muttered wondering that the droid was talking about the weather of all things. “Don’t know how long that’ll last, though…”
Tsubasa wondered, for at least the thirtieth time, if he was making the right decision in taking up the job.
The Matukai wasn’t a stranger to taking up the occasional bit of mercenary work — he was a drifter, and even drifters needed money from time to time if they planned to keep drifting — but he usually kept a policy of trying not to get tied up in Hutt business. The Hutts have a way of staying in a life long past their welcome, his old mentor had said once. Even if you don’t owe them anything. Best to avoid them altogether, when possible.
Yet, here he was, riding in a shuttle with a handful of unfamiliar men to carry out vengeance for a slighted father. Why shouldn’t I? he wondered, looking at his phrik-guantleted hand as Ifrit clacked around on his shoulder.
Everyone knew the story by now. Tad Rok, an elderly, wealthy Duros had been out enjoying a day with his daughter and heir to his small business empire. An assassin, hired by minor crime lord Shogga the Hutt killed her in cold blood. The assassin was arrested, but that didn’t quell the fires of Tad’s fury. He wanted payback, and so he gathered up a handpicked team to carry out his vengeance.
Tsu still wasn’t entirely sure how Tad even knew about him, let alone how he reached him. But the job felt right, and the offered pay was hard to turn down…
Still not sure about this crew, though, he thought, glancing at one of the mercenaries from the corner of an amber eye. He was a big fellow. Gruff, bearded. Force sensitive. Hadn’t really spoken to the group much since they’d joined at Tad’s estate a day or two ago.
None of those were problems, in and of themselves, but they were the only two Force users in the group — as far as Tsu could tell — and something felt… odd about him.
He shrugged mentally and glanced out the viewport. Grassy fields sped along below them, close enough that he had to remind himself again that the shuttle flew low to avoid detection. “Coming up on the town here,” a the pilot’s voice sounded over a speaker. “We’ll be setting down in five.”
Tsubasa nodded to himself. They were to insert in a small spice town and infiltrate — or assault, if they opted — a villa to find and eliminate their targets. They were free to carry out the mission however they saw fit, with the only stipulations being to minimize innocent casualties and that dead mercenaries wouldn’t get paid.
“It is a lovely day,” Ifrit said, out of the blue. Tsu arched a brow, glancing at the little dragon droid riding on his shoulder. He was turned to look at the window, fire-red holographic wings folded neatly over his back.
“It is,” Tsu muttered wondering that the droid was talking about the weather of all things. “Don’t know how long that’ll last, though…”