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Outer Rim Territories
Saffron's nose twitched. This job stunk.
It seemed simple enough; find and destroy a droid that went rogue from its intended purpose. It was all the cloak-and-dagger bullshit that put her on edge. She didn't know who the client was-- he spoke anonymously under the name Cese Allell, which was certainly fake-- and all he would state was that he "represented a military interest which (he) did not care to disclose." In fact, if this job hadn't been referred to her by Joban, she probably would have turned it down from the risk; but, knowing Joban like she did, she trusted it, even though they hadn't spoken in nearly a year. Hell, she thought, even that is suspicious.
But Joban had never given her bad intel, not in a decade of knowing him-- and the payout was impressive for the simplicity of the job.
The details of the job were sent in an encrypted packet to her datapad through a proxy unit of some kind. Mr. Allell had informed her that she came highly recommended from a friend (who she can only assume was Joban), and as such, she would have the lead on the mission. Only she would be given the details, and the others that he had selected for this task were to meet her in the abandoned junk shop on the eastern outskirts of Mos Eisley, away from prying eyes. They were to meet at 1300 hours.
Naturally, Xiu took up position in the abandoned Mos Eisley home across the street and a short distance down, giving her a clear view of the meeting place. She took up position at approximately 0830 and had been standing by since, watching the place to ensure it was on the up-and-up. Not a soul had even walked past it since her arrival.
It was now 1250. She stiffened as she watched through the ground-level window of the abandoned home, which was recessed into the ground a few feet and even had a front door to give her warning if anyone entered. While it contained only broken furniture, from a kneeling position in the corner just beside the window she could clearly see the old junk shop's front door, and the front window that provided a respectable view into the small building. She would wait to see if anyone arrived, and then perhaps conduct a quick sweep to see if there were any followers or suspicious persons hanging around.
She didn't like anonymous meetings, and she was taking every precaution to pacify the uneasy feeling in her gut. Best case scenario, the other mercs showed up and she strolled in fashionably late; worst case, she was right and it was some kind of trap, and maybe she could catch them by surprise by not being where she was supposed to be. As the minutes before the meeting dwindled, she stared through the opaque visor of her helm and squeezed the grip of her rifle for reassurance.
Hopefully, this job was more payout than gunfight.
@Maul @Sammothy
Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Saffron's nose twitched. This job stunk.
It seemed simple enough; find and destroy a droid that went rogue from its intended purpose. It was all the cloak-and-dagger bullshit that put her on edge. She didn't know who the client was-- he spoke anonymously under the name Cese Allell, which was certainly fake-- and all he would state was that he "represented a military interest which (he) did not care to disclose." In fact, if this job hadn't been referred to her by Joban, she probably would have turned it down from the risk; but, knowing Joban like she did, she trusted it, even though they hadn't spoken in nearly a year. Hell, she thought, even that is suspicious.
But Joban had never given her bad intel, not in a decade of knowing him-- and the payout was impressive for the simplicity of the job.
The details of the job were sent in an encrypted packet to her datapad through a proxy unit of some kind. Mr. Allell had informed her that she came highly recommended from a friend (who she can only assume was Joban), and as such, she would have the lead on the mission. Only she would be given the details, and the others that he had selected for this task were to meet her in the abandoned junk shop on the eastern outskirts of Mos Eisley, away from prying eyes. They were to meet at 1300 hours.
Naturally, Xiu took up position in the abandoned Mos Eisley home across the street and a short distance down, giving her a clear view of the meeting place. She took up position at approximately 0830 and had been standing by since, watching the place to ensure it was on the up-and-up. Not a soul had even walked past it since her arrival.
It was now 1250. She stiffened as she watched through the ground-level window of the abandoned home, which was recessed into the ground a few feet and even had a front door to give her warning if anyone entered. While it contained only broken furniture, from a kneeling position in the corner just beside the window she could clearly see the old junk shop's front door, and the front window that provided a respectable view into the small building. She would wait to see if anyone arrived, and then perhaps conduct a quick sweep to see if there were any followers or suspicious persons hanging around.
She didn't like anonymous meetings, and she was taking every precaution to pacify the uneasy feeling in her gut. Best case scenario, the other mercs showed up and she strolled in fashionably late; worst case, she was right and it was some kind of trap, and maybe she could catch them by surprise by not being where she was supposed to be. As the minutes before the meeting dwindled, she stared through the opaque visor of her helm and squeezed the grip of her rifle for reassurance.
Hopefully, this job was more payout than gunfight.
@Maul @Sammothy
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