Narri Emrour
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2018
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Narri sighed as she stepped into the light, looking out as the ships ramp lowered down. She cringed back immediately. Oh kriff she wasn't ready for this, not this early in the morning. Her head still ached from last nights adventures and the light....ooooh it hurt. Of course there was also the usual clamor and racket associated with manufacturing facilities, which piled even more salt on the wound. Shaking her head slightly, the Twi'lek continued her way forward, wobbling every so slightly down the ramp. She patted her waist hopefully, seeking the little sack of goodness she usually had hanging there. This time there was nothing there, and she facepalmed instantly, briefly shielding her eyes within her red palm. Yeah...she'd used the last of it last night hadn't she.
Well this was going to be a looong horrible day without her usual pick me up. She'd kinda been counting on that, as last time it had improved the whole experience immeasurably but without it...Narri groaned and pulled her helmet, running her hands through the rest of her gear. At the least her helmet helped mute the environment, and she still the REST of her stuff. Not that she would be needing it, as this was supposed to be a diplomacy thing. Some sort of industrial dispute keeping the shipyard closed that they were supposes to solve? Doing so would apparently get them the favor of some big wig family or whatever.
Tossing a look back to....Vash? That was his name right? She jerked her head for him to follow and started moving, stepping onto Botajef proper. Hopefully they could get finished quickly and with minimal fuss, though she was doubting that last bit. In her experience politicians and officials were only reasonable when deadly force was involved...which they weren't allowed to use here. Narri sighed, again, under her breath and started to looking about for where they were supposed to go. Honestly she'd only glanced over the briefing, enough to see the basics and figure it wasn't worth real effort. @Taz
Well this was going to be a looong horrible day without her usual pick me up. She'd kinda been counting on that, as last time it had improved the whole experience immeasurably but without it...Narri groaned and pulled her helmet, running her hands through the rest of her gear. At the least her helmet helped mute the environment, and she still the REST of her stuff. Not that she would be needing it, as this was supposed to be a diplomacy thing. Some sort of industrial dispute keeping the shipyard closed that they were supposes to solve? Doing so would apparently get them the favor of some big wig family or whatever.
Tossing a look back to....Vash? That was his name right? She jerked her head for him to follow and started moving, stepping onto Botajef proper. Hopefully they could get finished quickly and with minimal fuss, though she was doubting that last bit. In her experience politicians and officials were only reasonable when deadly force was involved...which they weren't allowed to use here. Narri sighed, again, under her breath and started to looking about for where they were supposed to go. Honestly she'd only glanced over the briefing, enough to see the basics and figure it wasn't worth real effort. @Taz