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The plan had been simple.
Hal was supposed to have met up with his new apprentice - he wasn't privy to the identity of who the Council had assigned him - several hours ago and have briefed them on his ongoing assignment. It should've been a routine undercover operation. Disguised as smugglers, Hal and the Padawan were to meet up with a local crew at a seedy undercity cantina in regards to a job opportunity. The outlaws, after vetting their credibility, would in turn get them in touch with the Syndicate lieutenant known as Kressh - a Trandoshan trafficker and slaver, and the true target of the mission. Worst case scenario, should their cover have been blown, a wayward band of outlaws were no match for a Jedi Knight and their Padawan. Otherwise, it could've served as a valuable, low-risk first test for his new trainee.
Hal resisted the urge to shoot a glance towards the doorway. Sure, he'd expected his apprentice to have actually been at the cantina on time. Had everything else gone according to plan, their absence was merely a slight inconvenience. But he hadn't expected that Kressh himself would show up, flanked by three massive Nikito bodyguards carrying heavy repeating blasters. That represented significantly more than just an inconvenience. Should the Trandoshan give the word, Hal had no doubt that they'd light him up in the middle of the cantina without hesitation. He couldn't afford to slip up.
"The name's Hal... Hal Solo. No relation to the Solo mind you, but I'd like to think I take after him a bit." The Jedi leaned back into the Cantina booth and spread his arms out, in an attempt to maintain a sense of comfort and composure despite his pathetic cover story. With a lackadaisical glance towards Kressh, who was conversing with his enforcers at the back of the bar, he returned his pale-blue gaze towards the scoundrels sitting across from him. "I wasn't expecting company so soon." Hal said calmly, nodding his chin in the direction of Kressh and his men. "What changed?"
Their leader - a bald man with a cybernetic implant on the right side of his skull - answered coldly. "An' here I thought you were s'pposed to come here with a partner Solo." The man leaned forward, and Hal could hear the unmistakable sound of holsters being unlatched under the table. "What changed?..." Before Hal could reply, he saw the leader looking towards the entryway at something, and as he followed the man's line of vision, the Knight felt his heart plummet. In the background, Kressh's enforcers stopped their conversation and stared openly at the newcomer, though they didn't make any hostile movements.
There, in the doorway, stood Hal's apprentice.
@Stick
The plan had been simple.
Hal was supposed to have met up with his new apprentice - he wasn't privy to the identity of who the Council had assigned him - several hours ago and have briefed them on his ongoing assignment. It should've been a routine undercover operation. Disguised as smugglers, Hal and the Padawan were to meet up with a local crew at a seedy undercity cantina in regards to a job opportunity. The outlaws, after vetting their credibility, would in turn get them in touch with the Syndicate lieutenant known as Kressh - a Trandoshan trafficker and slaver, and the true target of the mission. Worst case scenario, should their cover have been blown, a wayward band of outlaws were no match for a Jedi Knight and their Padawan. Otherwise, it could've served as a valuable, low-risk first test for his new trainee.
Hal resisted the urge to shoot a glance towards the doorway. Sure, he'd expected his apprentice to have actually been at the cantina on time. Had everything else gone according to plan, their absence was merely a slight inconvenience. But he hadn't expected that Kressh himself would show up, flanked by three massive Nikito bodyguards carrying heavy repeating blasters. That represented significantly more than just an inconvenience. Should the Trandoshan give the word, Hal had no doubt that they'd light him up in the middle of the cantina without hesitation. He couldn't afford to slip up.
"The name's Hal... Hal Solo. No relation to the Solo mind you, but I'd like to think I take after him a bit." The Jedi leaned back into the Cantina booth and spread his arms out, in an attempt to maintain a sense of comfort and composure despite his pathetic cover story. With a lackadaisical glance towards Kressh, who was conversing with his enforcers at the back of the bar, he returned his pale-blue gaze towards the scoundrels sitting across from him. "I wasn't expecting company so soon." Hal said calmly, nodding his chin in the direction of Kressh and his men. "What changed?"
Their leader - a bald man with a cybernetic implant on the right side of his skull - answered coldly. "An' here I thought you were s'pposed to come here with a partner Solo." The man leaned forward, and Hal could hear the unmistakable sound of holsters being unlatched under the table. "What changed?..." Before Hal could reply, he saw the leader looking towards the entryway at something, and as he followed the man's line of vision, the Knight felt his heart plummet. In the background, Kressh's enforcers stopped their conversation and stared openly at the newcomer, though they didn't make any hostile movements.
There, in the doorway, stood Hal's apprentice.
@Stick
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