Ben Drake
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2019
- Messages
- 22
- Reaction score
- 13
Ben was breathing lightly. Even though the Boonta warehouse looked like it had been abandoned for some time, the fumes were still pungent.
What had been a chemicals store once was now the staging area for a drugs bust. Sentries were discretely placed on the gantries, looking out for approaching eyes.
Having been on the wrong side of the civil war, his once renowned unit was now used for local garrison and planetary patrols.
Therefore, here he was waiting for orders to move out. Intelligence had been passed down that in another building on a nearby industrial estate, there was a shipment of spice ready for distribution.
He had been told to wait for a Sith handler. Since his regiment had found themselves out of favour, they were allowed to do very little without Sith oversight. For them, however, it often meant young things not long out of the academy.
He had had a number of such allocations and Sith being Sith, that ranged from the schemingly heartless to the zealously cruel. He wondered what tonight's job would bring.
The Lance-Sergeant looked over his men one more time, knowing that they probably had just as much to fear from the next person who would walk in the door to take command as they did from the yokels dealing spice.
@Bacon
What had been a chemicals store once was now the staging area for a drugs bust. Sentries were discretely placed on the gantries, looking out for approaching eyes.
Having been on the wrong side of the civil war, his once renowned unit was now used for local garrison and planetary patrols.
Therefore, here he was waiting for orders to move out. Intelligence had been passed down that in another building on a nearby industrial estate, there was a shipment of spice ready for distribution.
He had been told to wait for a Sith handler. Since his regiment had found themselves out of favour, they were allowed to do very little without Sith oversight. For them, however, it often meant young things not long out of the academy.
He had had a number of such allocations and Sith being Sith, that ranged from the schemingly heartless to the zealously cruel. He wondered what tonight's job would bring.
The Lance-Sergeant looked over his men one more time, knowing that they probably had just as much to fear from the next person who would walk in the door to take command as they did from the yokels dealing spice.
@Bacon