The Marswell Bank in a city on Lothal was pretty standard for its type. There wasn’t much to make note of beyond four walls and a vault. Though, passing a security guard on his way in who looked like that one actor from that one movie, Zad was helpless to shake the thought away.
It was a busy day, as busy as any other day, but the clerks were fully engaged at their windows and it wasn’t long before a newcomer like Zad found himself standing at the front of the line, and stuck on the name of the actor the guard looked like. Darb Iptt?
By this point Zad had taken note of four walls thick with duracrete, one of them lined with the vault, and the cameras and alarms, as well as the faces lining the room. He was as subtle in his observations as any man might be when robbing a bank, or a Sector Ranger keeping an eye out for one.
Mot Suirec? What was that actor’s name? At this rate the Ranger might have to just ask the guard point blank on the way out.
“How may I help you, sir?” smiled the female bank teller.
“Howdy. Got a document needing a notary.” Zad reached into the bottomless depths of his black leather trench coat and came out with a datapad. The clerk nodded like this was her favorite day in the world. So began the boring engagement of getting a document notarized at the bank.
It was a busy day, as busy as any other day, but the clerks were fully engaged at their windows and it wasn’t long before a newcomer like Zad found himself standing at the front of the line, and stuck on the name of the actor the guard looked like. Darb Iptt?
By this point Zad had taken note of four walls thick with duracrete, one of them lined with the vault, and the cameras and alarms, as well as the faces lining the room. He was as subtle in his observations as any man might be when robbing a bank, or a Sector Ranger keeping an eye out for one.
Mot Suirec? What was that actor’s name? At this rate the Ranger might have to just ask the guard point blank on the way out.
“How may I help you, sir?” smiled the female bank teller.
“Howdy. Got a document needing a notary.” Zad reached into the bottomless depths of his black leather trench coat and came out with a datapad. The clerk nodded like this was her favorite day in the world. So began the boring engagement of getting a document notarized at the bank.
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