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There they all were then. The vagabonds, the outcasts, the galactic garbage, they were quite the merry band.
Mercenary work was never something that Athir had ever thought himself doing 5 years ago, yet times were tough, and it was becoming increasingly important for a smuggler like him to learn to make some nice profits when he was inbetween jobs. Besides, this job was just one overhyped theft right? They just had to go to a secret planet hidden in the Unknown regions, raid the republican enclave tucked away and supposedly forgotten, and then just capture their secret project, research included, and flee back to the Outer Rim Warlords who had hired them all. It was easy, right? There were plenty of thugs and mercenaries, soldiers of fortune, who had been hired and were now sitting by themselves polishing their weapons for what was surely going to be a very long day. Still, the pay was good. If it wasn't the red skinned zabrak wouldn't be here.
He had come across this job by chance. After he had severed his ties to the Hutts following the Nar Shaddah incident, he had set about starting over with a new crime syndicate or patron who had the money to hire someone of his particular skillset. He was a veteran by now after all, five years of experience running away from people, a professional coward at his core. Still, this professional coward had managed to stay alive while so many other smugglers had died in the crackdown on free trading following the fall of the republic by the Empire and the Mandos. With the Hutts, the Empire, and the jetpack-enthusiasts breathing down his neck, Athir had been jumping from system to system looking for work without commiting to any of the numerous factions filling up this tumbled galaxy of his. It was only when being invited by the Pyke Syndicate to prove his mettle by helping in their joint-operation with... whoever the hell it was that was funding all this- that Athir had come to accept this little test run of sorts.
Traveling through the Unknown Regions was tricky buisness, you could never tell where it was you were going unless you had already been there before. It was pretty easy to spot the problem with naviating it. Still, the voice that crackled over the PA system into the large and empty cargo hold where the small army of mercenaries and vagabonds were preparing, Athir felt that getting lost in these wilds were the least of his concerns, "Alright ladies, get ready to make some money. We reach Kalvar in thirty minutes" the captain of the outfitted-freighter said over the intercom. The burly and varied figures in the cargo bay grumbled amongst themselves before continuing to prepare for the siege they were about to go through with. Athir himself had prepared already to keep his mind busy, but now that they had come so close to their landing, he couldn't help but wonder...
How much of a share could he get out of all of this if he was the only one who made it back alive?
OOC: This is open to anyone who's interested in having some good old fashioned shoot-em-up adventure RP. This thread is death-disable in case anyone might be wondering, but one can still expect plenty of over-the-top moments for sure.
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