Mandalorian Woes

[jediduncan]

Sulferous fumes poured through Mandalore's filtration system, creating an abhorently noxious smell in his helmet. Sneering his nose in displeasure, the great warrior put it out of his mind and continued to focus on the task at hand. He was here to settle some business with the Hutts. That was all that mattered.

The pipes rattled overhead in the dank and dirty underground complex where Mandalore was currently situated. This was the meeting place for his contact, chosen for its lack of cameras and abundance of secrecy. Aryas could certainly understand why. The overwhelming smell, the pounding, unceasing thumping, and the flickering lights above him all made his experience in the basement excrutiating.

Taking a deep breath, Mandalore checked his chronometer. It was five minutes past the predetermined time, and his patience was wearing thin. If nothing happened soon, someone would have hell to pay.

 

[Jorax]

*Besides Mandalore was Conrad Ordo in his Commander Armor, standing as a statue, not making a noise or sound to disturb his leader. It was past the time that was set for the meeting, and even though Mandalore was patient, Conrad wasn't. There was an itch in Conrad's skin that crept all over him, but it wasn't a regular itch, but an omen.

Looking around, he saw those pesky rats running around in the building and wished he could just pull out his blaster and kill each and everyone of them. Damned little animals. They loved the dark, and used it to their advantage, but what they didn't know was that their prey could also use the darkness as well.

Breathing slowly, the air filtration in Ordo's helm gave him sweet air to breathe in, as moved his armor quickly and quietly, not making a sound as he stretched his back.*

"Sir, it's past time. What now?"

 

[Jace]

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