Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
Tasha didn’t think Gil ever saw her without heels, so this would be yet another first for them. She was actually wearing pants and boots and was dressed for the job. Even before they began this operation, there were enough snarky remarks from Gil to where she almost punched him in the throat a few times. In the end, they finally got it together to make it out here near a warehouse where several members of management were meeting.
The warehouse tried very hard to look inconspicuous, working hard not to draw any attention to themselves. The building looked as bland as possible, and there was no visible security up front. Tasha and Gil had a plan to pose as security, but they needed to nab some uniforms first. She looked through a set of macrobinoculars, scoping around till she finally spotted two men patrolling near the side of the building.
“There,” She nudged Gil to look that way. Tasha hadn’t told Gil anything about her past as a Sith or her extensive combat skills. If he asked, she would simply say she served time in the military in her younger years, because that was easier to explain than the Sith thing. She began to wonder how she could discreetly use the Force to kill the men.
“Got a plan?” She asked Gil, still looking at the two men lazily walking back and forth, "And no, going to ask them nicely isn't an option," It was clear they were bored. Somehow guarding one of the most illegal operations in the galaxy was a dull affair. Tasha brought a vibrosword and, upon Gil insisting, a pistol. She despised using guns, but without a lightsaber, she was stuck with archaic weapons.