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Gavyn stood patiently behind the Rodian as the turbolift ascended, his eyes on the green skinned being. He hated jobs like these, babysitting slimeballs like his current employer, Hako Flan. But they always payed the most when their life was on the line, so ever so often he accepted working as a bodyguard. This time he had been dragged all the way to Mygeeto, to accompany Flan as he inspected the Mygeetan droid foundry that had been making sounds around the underworld recently.
As the turbolift came to a stop, Gavyn followed Flan out into the large chamber, his eyes quickly scanning the room, taking a note of the entrances and exits into the chamber. There were already others present, most probably other prospective buyers interested in buying the droids. The droids themselves stood in a ordered manner at the far end of the room, two dozen brand new battle droids. He could already identify three different models from the weapons they carried, blaster rifles, repeating blasters, snipers, weapons which would hopefully be turned off or drastically powered down for the demonstration.
Drawing his eyes away from the droids, he followed Flan as he moved deeper into the chamber, greeting those he knew, glaring at those he did not like. Gavyn kept an eye on him while he kept most of his attention on the other occupants of the room. This was meant to be an easy job, h should be in and out in a matter of hours, his coffers significantly richer, not a bad day's work.
As the turbolift came to a stop, Gavyn followed Flan out into the large chamber, his eyes quickly scanning the room, taking a note of the entrances and exits into the chamber. There were already others present, most probably other prospective buyers interested in buying the droids. The droids themselves stood in a ordered manner at the far end of the room, two dozen brand new battle droids. He could already identify three different models from the weapons they carried, blaster rifles, repeating blasters, snipers, weapons which would hopefully be turned off or drastically powered down for the demonstration.
Drawing his eyes away from the droids, he followed Flan as he moved deeper into the chamber, greeting those he knew, glaring at those he did not like. Gavyn kept an eye on him while he kept most of his attention on the other occupants of the room. This was meant to be an easy job, h should be in and out in a matter of hours, his coffers significantly richer, not a bad day's work.