It felt good to be back in business. Hardy Wren had been on the run for a while now, and finally, he had a chance to keep himself off the radar. He was given the task to hijack a cargo freighter holding a few security droids. They would serve the Mand'Alor perfectly and Hardy could rejoin his brothers and sisters with honor. Sadly, the Death Watch terrorist was assigned to work with a criminal. A soulless one- A stain on the galaxy. What was he to do?
For now? Use her.
With his new Rasmus-Class Assault Ship, Hardy waited patiently for the target to arrive out of hyperspace. Everything was powered off as The Rundown drifted through space. This was going to be a simple hit and run. "Good evening, Grace Zann. Our bounty will be arriving shortly." His voice would sound from her comm link. "Please remember...no survivors." The feed would quickly go off before their prize arrived as expected.
The Fire is burning...
@Where
For now? Use her.
With his new Rasmus-Class Assault Ship, Hardy waited patiently for the target to arrive out of hyperspace. Everything was powered off as The Rundown drifted through space. This was going to be a simple hit and run. "Good evening, Grace Zann. Our bounty will be arriving shortly." His voice would sound from her comm link. "Please remember...no survivors." The feed would quickly go off before their prize arrived as expected.
The Fire is burning...
@Where