The weight of our burdens is heaviest when they stop moving, thought Aeron Mathis as he lugged Rainer Devooo, a Rodian mark, out of the space station on Ord Mantell. Aeron took a deep breath and lugged his bound and incapacitated burden across the square. Public transport was just coming to a stop, as he crossed the street. Aeron stepped in and paid his fare. As he started to move in the droid driver cleared it’s nonexistent throat. Aeron cocked an eyebrow.
“You’ll need to pay for your, mmmmm, friend, sir.”
Aeron frowned like he just got crop dusted. He could feel his blood pressure rising. His free hand started toward his blaster, but he stopped, he was about to get paid, this was just another expense he could report and be reimbursed for. He slipped another credit chit into the slot.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” said the droid.
Aeron unceremoniously dumped Devooo into the nearest open seat and slid in next to him. The transport was sparsely populated, but that didn’t stop the few aboard from staring him down. Aeron always felt a little on edge when the prize was close. Might have been fear. Wasn’t uncommon for employers to burn hunters without the guilds backing, shit, Aeron had been offered a job to burn another, and he’d taken it with a smile. So far he hadn’t found the end of what he’d do for money, but… it wasn’t really for the money was it?
The hunter’s prosthetic started spazzing out again, and Aeron winced as sparks spiderwebbed up his arm. This damn thing better not explode…He hit it a couple of times his fingers flexed as though in great pain and then went slack before returning to normal. This job was the payday he needed to get some general maintenance done. Without the pay, he’d be karked.
The transport hit a pocket of turbulence and the smattering of passengers gasped in unison. Aeron took a chance to glance around. His eyes met another’s. A mean-looking Weequay with hard eyes gloured back at him. Shit. Aeron held his gaze for a moment longer then the ship steadied and he turned back around. He let his right hand slip to the butt of his blaster.
@Song
“You’ll need to pay for your, mmmmm, friend, sir.”
Aeron frowned like he just got crop dusted. He could feel his blood pressure rising. His free hand started toward his blaster, but he stopped, he was about to get paid, this was just another expense he could report and be reimbursed for. He slipped another credit chit into the slot.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” said the droid.
Aeron unceremoniously dumped Devooo into the nearest open seat and slid in next to him. The transport was sparsely populated, but that didn’t stop the few aboard from staring him down. Aeron always felt a little on edge when the prize was close. Might have been fear. Wasn’t uncommon for employers to burn hunters without the guilds backing, shit, Aeron had been offered a job to burn another, and he’d taken it with a smile. So far he hadn’t found the end of what he’d do for money, but… it wasn’t really for the money was it?
The hunter’s prosthetic started spazzing out again, and Aeron winced as sparks spiderwebbed up his arm. This damn thing better not explode…He hit it a couple of times his fingers flexed as though in great pain and then went slack before returning to normal. This job was the payday he needed to get some general maintenance done. Without the pay, he’d be karked.
The transport hit a pocket of turbulence and the smattering of passengers gasped in unison. Aeron took a chance to glance around. His eyes met another’s. A mean-looking Weequay with hard eyes gloured back at him. Shit. Aeron held his gaze for a moment longer then the ship steadied and he turned back around. He let his right hand slip to the butt of his blaster.
@Song