Another day, another shite-tip he was sent to kick over.
Lorcan loved his job.
And this time he didn’t have to play nice with some red-skinned weaklings with delusions of grandeur based on ancient Sith giving them the Dark Side equivalent of a pity fuck. No, he got to actually engage on a planet that had actually bothered to have an industrial revolution, even! Sure, they’d managed to fuck up the landing of said revolution so badly that it was amazing the whole place wasn’t on fire, but still.
Progress!
Most of the planet had even moved away from the culture of the local bugs that had managed to crawl their way out of their collective asses long enough to evolve. But what they did have on the planet was a massive underground complex where they built CIS droids. Lorcan didn’t have much of an opinion on droids but he wasn’t here to form one – he was here to secure the facility so Stolas could use it for whatever the fuck he wanted to use it for.
Lorcan didn’t really care what the man wanted to use it for because he was being paid to do the job, not care about it.
Now if only he had been sent alone rather than being sent with the Angry Red Porcupine and Goth GF Redhead Special Edition. He could accomplish the mission alone but he supposed he would drag the two of them along with him. Standing outside the entrance to the facility, Lorcan chewed on some gum underneath his helmet.
The door looked like it was fit for a vault and he kicked it once before shrugging a little bit, his weapons moving ever so slightly as he did so.
“You two got the glow-sticks to melt the locks right?” he asked, noisily chewing as he did so, “If you don’t, I can always blow it up I guess.”
Left unsaid was that Stolas wanted the facility – which implied he wanted it at least somewhat intact. Also left unsaid, by Lorcan, was that if neither of these Sith had their lightsabers then they were about as fucking useful as a screen door on a star destroyer.
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