Zash was starting to think that Denon wasn't his cup of tea. He'd been spending more and more time here recently getting "on the job training" as the Sith called it. He was pretty sure it was just their way of dumping the scut work off on someone else.
And so Zash had been given a partner, a mission brief, and a "safehouse" location. He'd gotten to the safe house early and - rather than do any kind of recon - had spent the last few hours poking around on his datapad and playing games while sitting on a small second story balcony overlooking the street below.
He'd never met his partner before, but he'd been told her name was Ailis. That's about as much as he needed to know, and she'd be here soon.
He took another drag from his cigarra, and blew it out groaning loudly as a "defeat" screen popped up on his game of Qwent. He could only hope that his luck with the mission today was going to go better than his winrate for the day.
Stupid game, he grumbled to himself.
And so Zash had been given a partner, a mission brief, and a "safehouse" location. He'd gotten to the safe house early and - rather than do any kind of recon - had spent the last few hours poking around on his datapad and playing games while sitting on a small second story balcony overlooking the street below.
He'd never met his partner before, but he'd been told her name was Ailis. That's about as much as he needed to know, and she'd be here soon.
He took another drag from his cigarra, and blew it out groaning loudly as a "defeat" screen popped up on his game of Qwent. He could only hope that his luck with the mission today was going to go better than his winrate for the day.
Stupid game, he grumbled to himself.
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