Post by Regnier on Jan 17, 2009 21:43:42 GMT -5
"Hey, in my line of work, it pays to be 'jumpy'. I prefer the term 'hyper-paranoid', myself, though." Vos muttered flatly, not even a trace of humor in his voice. It was kind of sad, in retrospect, when what others considered amusing was what you considered required for surviving. Vos hated cynics.
Unfortunately, he was a cynic.
"Sith Lords, huh? Yeah, why not...might be fun. Probably not, but it can't possibly be worse than the bull I get to go through now." Cringing, the Kiffar's mind went back to Coruscant at the mention of the planet. Seedy, back-stabbing, bloodthirsty, greedy bastards made up half the population. Politicians made up the other half.
Vos hated politicians.
Vos hated Coruscant, too, but at least it was better than the sandtrap he was on now.
Vos hated Tatooine.
Pausing as Barj laid out his plans, Vos' focus changed from the jaded grunt he felt like, to the professional he was. "Mon Calamari? Oh, that should be fun...but what exactly do you want me to do about it? I'm no soldier. Besides, I have an outstanding warrant for my arrest on that giant swimming pool." Grimacing as the memory came to him, he folded his arms. That had been a prime example of a job well done with very bad consequences for all involved. Just a bit of bad-luck at the end, really, nothing that couldn't be worked around. It just made life more difficult when the security personnel had your face. Sure, they'd never learn anything about him through it, but it made it considerably harder not to get noticed. "Egh...don't ask, don't tell. I can help out planetside pre-battle if there's time, but, honestly, and as much as I hate to say it, I'd do more good on Mygeeto. If you need me. This thing I'm on now is rapidly going nowhere. Otherwise, I really can't be of much use to you, unless you want intel dug up."
His eyes flicked off to the side as a message came through his terminal on a separate panel. Expressionlessly, he brought it up and read through it. He was about to respond when, again, a small message blipped into existence.
TRACE DETECTED
Narrowing his eyes, he typed a few commands. This one, however, wasn't trying to be subtle. In fact, it was trying a little too hard. And it looked like a sith signal. It was just too obvious. Shrugging, he ignored it. It wasn't as if there was really all that much to get out of it.
'Oh look, I'm in a cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere, on a giant sand-pit in the ass-end of the galaxy. You should feel accomplished for finding me'. It was another matter altogether if someone actually tried to find him in person. Returning to the message, he brought up a response.
Yep, that's me. Just be careful where you throw that name around, would you? I am officially dead, in case you didn't catch that memo. I wouldn't exactly call myself Corellian, either, but that's up to you. I was just there for the Dire Cats and the Panthers. Maybe a Senator every now and then. Catching crooks was really just a hobby of mine, you know.
Are you entirely sure you want to ask me what it's coming to? You don't want to get me started on the subject of me being here, believe me.
But if you need a ghost...who better than a dead guy? I'm willing to listen, if you're talking.
Unfortunately, he was a cynic.
"Sith Lords, huh? Yeah, why not...might be fun. Probably not, but it can't possibly be worse than the bull I get to go through now." Cringing, the Kiffar's mind went back to Coruscant at the mention of the planet. Seedy, back-stabbing, bloodthirsty, greedy bastards made up half the population. Politicians made up the other half.
Vos hated politicians.
Vos hated Coruscant, too, but at least it was better than the sandtrap he was on now.
Vos hated Tatooine.
Pausing as Barj laid out his plans, Vos' focus changed from the jaded grunt he felt like, to the professional he was. "Mon Calamari? Oh, that should be fun...but what exactly do you want me to do about it? I'm no soldier. Besides, I have an outstanding warrant for my arrest on that giant swimming pool." Grimacing as the memory came to him, he folded his arms. That had been a prime example of a job well done with very bad consequences for all involved. Just a bit of bad-luck at the end, really, nothing that couldn't be worked around. It just made life more difficult when the security personnel had your face. Sure, they'd never learn anything about him through it, but it made it considerably harder not to get noticed. "Egh...don't ask, don't tell. I can help out planetside pre-battle if there's time, but, honestly, and as much as I hate to say it, I'd do more good on Mygeeto. If you need me. This thing I'm on now is rapidly going nowhere. Otherwise, I really can't be of much use to you, unless you want intel dug up."
His eyes flicked off to the side as a message came through his terminal on a separate panel. Expressionlessly, he brought it up and read through it. He was about to respond when, again, a small message blipped into existence.
TRACE DETECTED
Narrowing his eyes, he typed a few commands. This one, however, wasn't trying to be subtle. In fact, it was trying a little too hard. And it looked like a sith signal. It was just too obvious. Shrugging, he ignored it. It wasn't as if there was really all that much to get out of it.
'Oh look, I'm in a cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere, on a giant sand-pit in the ass-end of the galaxy. You should feel accomplished for finding me'. It was another matter altogether if someone actually tried to find him in person. Returning to the message, he brought up a response.
Yep, that's me. Just be careful where you throw that name around, would you? I am officially dead, in case you didn't catch that memo. I wouldn't exactly call myself Corellian, either, but that's up to you. I was just there for the Dire Cats and the Panthers. Maybe a Senator every now and then. Catching crooks was really just a hobby of mine, you know.
Are you entirely sure you want to ask me what it's coming to? You don't want to get me started on the subject of me being here, believe me.
But if you need a ghost...who better than a dead guy? I'm willing to listen, if you're talking.