Canto Bight, Cantonica
Cahir Ryn was still getting used to… everything, since he had first woken up. The darkness of carbon freezing had given way to a cold darkness that faded into lights and sounds and a life that was foreign to the man. He had awoken with little memory, brief flashes that came and went. Strange dreams that had him waking up from sleep cycles drenched in sweat and grabbing for his blaster or Vibroblade. The contrast of these dreams to the daily life he had found himself in was staggering. He barely knew who he was. But there was one thing he did know.
He was a soldier.
The familiar feel of aiming down the sights of a blaster, the comfortable grip of a Vibroblade in his grasp. The way his armor felt like a second skin, shifting around him as he walked the street of Canto Bight felt comforting among the crowds.
The well dressed men and woman who walked without hurry or care through the brightly lit streets gave him a wide berth as he led the Client to his destination. He was glad for the space as his eyes scanned faces and bodies, identifying hidden weapons by their subtle shapes under suit jackets and dresses. The rifle cradled in his arms got a few looks, followed by glances at the Client.
Weapons exemptions weren't cheap on Canto Bight.
The Client was a wealthy man according to everything that Cahir knew. Trill Vanik, Cahir had learned the man's name over the countless hours he spent guarding him, day and night. The man had other bodyguards as well, a pair of them brought up the rear now as they walked towards the casino resort where the Client was no doubt going to do more gambling. Not that Cahir had learned the Client's name first hand, merely picked it up along the way.
Cahir had quickly learned that he wasn't a person to the Client, just an expensive set of furniture that was there to take a blaster bolt for him if the situation arose. A suit of armor to stand behind him at board meetings and private deals, tough and menacing. A pair of gauntlets to push anyone around who needed pushing, fists to beat in faces that needed beating and break the knees that needed breaking. And Cahir had to do it all whether he wanted to or not. Usually he was just indifferent to it all though.
The Casino’s open doors rose before the group and Cahir's eyes flicked about the entrance. He turned his head to clear the corners as they walked through. His eyes scanned the balconies, HUD optics zooming momentarily. No hidden gunmen or patiently waiting assassins so far.
”Entrance clear.” He said bluntly into the comlink and proceeded forwards. He kept his eyes moving, observing first passively about the room before focusing down on individuals. He kept pace with the Client and his other guards as the Client approached a roulette table, no doubt preparing to blow more money on a single roll than he paid his whole retinue of guards. Not that he paid Cahir. He had already paid for Cahir before the soldier ever woke up from carbon hibernation.
@Volene