Post by Ash on Feb 27, 2019 17:09:03 GMT -5
IR-6. Better known as Ire: owner and operator of the bar/restaurant Dead End Wonderland, which he liked to think had quite a good reputation. He catered quite a bit to the Exchange folks, as well as other unseemly folks that liked to travel around Nar Shaddaa, and knew quite a few of them.
So when business started to fall off, he thought that the exchange started to make some sort of power play move. Only once he caught up did things really fall into place. He ventured out of Nar Shaddaa to places where he shouldnt be able to, but since he was a droid, he was immune to whatever was affecting everyone. And and since he was a murderous assassin, he was quite able to take care of himself.
A few trips in and out over the next few months and he was able to put together a good picture of how things may be heading, and it wasn't looking good for anyone in Huttspace, and possibly beyond. And if everyone was ran off, or worse, then he would be out of business with his food joint
That was one thing that Ire really didn't want to happen. Sure, he could still venture around and kill people, but then how would he keep cooking? It was his original primary programming, and still what he 'enjoyed' doing. But what he had to do now wasn't cook, but kill. Yay. Closing up his restaurant for the immediate future, the droid made his way to where the Blind Eye operated out of. A quick short trip for him.
After arriving, he strode right in, as if he owned the place. It was an open business, so what was there to fear. Especially for the tough guy like IR-6.
"Hey, can someone direct me to Miss Faine. I have a little proposition for the lovely lady and I think she will like it. Don't worry. I can wait."
He stood with his arms crossed, glowing blue photoreceptors eyeing everyone, the equivalent of a cocky half grin on his face.
So when business started to fall off, he thought that the exchange started to make some sort of power play move. Only once he caught up did things really fall into place. He ventured out of Nar Shaddaa to places where he shouldnt be able to, but since he was a droid, he was immune to whatever was affecting everyone. And and since he was a murderous assassin, he was quite able to take care of himself.
A few trips in and out over the next few months and he was able to put together a good picture of how things may be heading, and it wasn't looking good for anyone in Huttspace, and possibly beyond. And if everyone was ran off, or worse, then he would be out of business with his food joint
That was one thing that Ire really didn't want to happen. Sure, he could still venture around and kill people, but then how would he keep cooking? It was his original primary programming, and still what he 'enjoyed' doing. But what he had to do now wasn't cook, but kill. Yay. Closing up his restaurant for the immediate future, the droid made his way to where the Blind Eye operated out of. A quick short trip for him.
After arriving, he strode right in, as if he owned the place. It was an open business, so what was there to fear. Especially for the tough guy like IR-6.
"Hey, can someone direct me to Miss Faine. I have a little proposition for the lovely lady and I think she will like it. Don't worry. I can wait."
He stood with his arms crossed, glowing blue photoreceptors eyeing everyone, the equivalent of a cocky half grin on his face.