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Generally speaking, taking on new recruits was always a risk for the Rebellion. These days it was hard to tell who was friend and who was foe, and with the Imperial war effort ramping into high gear, the threat of spies and double agents slipping through the cracks was as serious as ever. Fortunately for Anya, Aldo Raines didn't seem to be the backstabbing type.
In fact, he wasn't even the sober or conscious type at the moment.
Glancing at the datapad in her hand, the dossier didn't even come close to matching up with the scruffy slag slumped over the table in front of her. An ex-CorSec officer turned small time smuggler, Aldo had come "highly recommended" by someone further up the chain of command. Whoever that someone was, Anya wanted to slap them senseless.
"Great", she sighed, tucking the datapad away. Leaning down ever so cautiously, her nose crinkled as she caught the heady whiff of Corellian whiskey drifting on the man's breath. And by the looks of the empty bottles piled up around him, he'd been drinking enough to give a Rancor a hangover.
Grabbing a glass of water from the tray of a passing server droid, Anya reluctantly slipped into the seat across from him. After a sip or two from the glass, she took her blaster out under the table... then threw the rest of the water in Aldo's face. "Hey! Wake up!" She blurted, her tone sharp as her finger settled lightly on the trigger. Waking a drunkard seldom went well, and she had learned by now that a little preventative precaution was always the safest measure.
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In fact, he wasn't even the sober or conscious type at the moment.
Glancing at the datapad in her hand, the dossier didn't even come close to matching up with the scruffy slag slumped over the table in front of her. An ex-CorSec officer turned small time smuggler, Aldo had come "highly recommended" by someone further up the chain of command. Whoever that someone was, Anya wanted to slap them senseless.
"Great", she sighed, tucking the datapad away. Leaning down ever so cautiously, her nose crinkled as she caught the heady whiff of Corellian whiskey drifting on the man's breath. And by the looks of the empty bottles piled up around him, he'd been drinking enough to give a Rancor a hangover.
Grabbing a glass of water from the tray of a passing server droid, Anya reluctantly slipped into the seat across from him. After a sip or two from the glass, she took her blaster out under the table... then threw the rest of the water in Aldo's face. "Hey! Wake up!" She blurted, her tone sharp as her finger settled lightly on the trigger. Waking a drunkard seldom went well, and she had learned by now that a little preventative precaution was always the safest measure.
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