In the Cazalzan City on Onderon it was raining. It had been raining for days. It was perfect for the harvests of the outlying farms that rested beyond that supplied the city with lush and fresh fruit that would be collected only a few weeks away. For those poor souls that dwelled in the city it meant slick steel streets and hazy lights. Dim fog rolling in and damp clothing that would bother anyone that was cloaked or covered in any form of fur.
For Vako this was no so much a problem. Toydarians dwelled in dry or swampy conditions, so while the rain made flying a bit more difficult, it was a welcome relief on his naturally dry skin. If humans liked having their skin moisturized, a creature like Vako was in absolute bliss. He reveled in feeling the droplets absorbed by his pores, giving him the pure hydration that he dreamed of on his homeplanet.
Yet for all of his enjoyment, the rifle in his hand was more the figure at the forefront of his thoughts. He was waiting for a quarry to finish a deal. A well struck and easily handled dealing that would be of no true issue.
The bad broker, Gayazo Juzatt, a Hutt by species and broker by trade, lived in a high rise there in the Cazalzan City on Onderon. He likely had a pair of body guards a security system in that penthouse he lived in. But a Hutt like that likely didn't call the police. If he did he would likely be as arrested as fast as the perpetrators.
Ironically Juzatt didn't work for the Hutt families. He was more of an independent party as Vako understood it, and the Black Sun wanted him dead within the month. The public offering would be in two weeks, but Vako was granting a chance to a handful of Mandalorians.
"Let's see if legends are true." He thought as he stood there.
He'd opened up his position for them to meet, it was just a matter of when. Once they'd arrive he'd lead them to the place, let them do what they did, and then give them what they wanted. What they desired lay in the landspeeder behind him, manned by a pair of Weequay fools that barely knew which end of a blaster to hold.
And so he waited in the rain, rifle in hand, for the Mandalorians to appear so the work could begin.
@Die Shize @Scoobert @Alejandrø77
For Vako this was no so much a problem. Toydarians dwelled in dry or swampy conditions, so while the rain made flying a bit more difficult, it was a welcome relief on his naturally dry skin. If humans liked having their skin moisturized, a creature like Vako was in absolute bliss. He reveled in feeling the droplets absorbed by his pores, giving him the pure hydration that he dreamed of on his homeplanet.
Yet for all of his enjoyment, the rifle in his hand was more the figure at the forefront of his thoughts. He was waiting for a quarry to finish a deal. A well struck and easily handled dealing that would be of no true issue.
The bad broker, Gayazo Juzatt, a Hutt by species and broker by trade, lived in a high rise there in the Cazalzan City on Onderon. He likely had a pair of body guards a security system in that penthouse he lived in. But a Hutt like that likely didn't call the police. If he did he would likely be as arrested as fast as the perpetrators.
Ironically Juzatt didn't work for the Hutt families. He was more of an independent party as Vako understood it, and the Black Sun wanted him dead within the month. The public offering would be in two weeks, but Vako was granting a chance to a handful of Mandalorians.
"Let's see if legends are true." He thought as he stood there.
He'd opened up his position for them to meet, it was just a matter of when. Once they'd arrive he'd lead them to the place, let them do what they did, and then give them what they wanted. What they desired lay in the landspeeder behind him, manned by a pair of Weequay fools that barely knew which end of a blaster to hold.
And so he waited in the rain, rifle in hand, for the Mandalorians to appear so the work could begin.
@Die Shize @Scoobert @Alejandrø77