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The Devastator, A Hunter-Class Enforcement Ship floated through space like a giant tub of fun, the party inside blazing as hot as the flames of Mustafar. A party jam, considered to be a bit risque by some more civilized systems, was playing through the ship's internal comms, a thick haze filling the compartment, and a series of drinks spilled across the floor.
Prudii leaned down onto the game table and squinted an eye as if it would increase his vision. Leaning closer he felt his eyebrow dip into the soft powder and immediately recoiled, violently shaking his head to clean the powder from his hairy brows. Finally manning up he took out his paper, an old photograph of him and Emil together, and rolled it up. Pressing it to the line of spice he violently jerked his head back, snorting as he did. The spice sucked from the counter and into his nose and he leaned back, coughing violently.
"Ok ok ok hold on I gotta do this fast!"
Scrambling to his side he grabbed a rolled joint of spice, and grabbed Djura Volfe's lightsaber, igniting it and slowly bring it closer to the rolled up bit of spice. When he saw a puff of smoke and flame he deactivated the lightsaber and tossed it away, pressing the spice to his face and taking a long drag of it.
Waiting a solid moment, his face looking as if he were on the verge of an epiphany, he finally relaxed, his face a mask of disappointment.
"JEMMA YOU PROMISED ME IT WOULD BE STRONG. I'VE HAD A BETTER HIGH THAN THIS WHEN A HUTT FARTED ON MY FACE!"
Dropping the still burning cigarra of spice onto the floor he picked up his glass of whiskey and began sipping at it, staggering around the ship as he did. They were parked in some backwarter bit of space, the Brentaal grid, the system running its diagnostics on its systems, their nav computers programmed, and the long range sensors running a sweep of the surrounding space for a frequency.
"Hey! HEY! Computer! DO THE THING AGAIN!"
The computers voice came back, "Please transmit the authorization codes." of course, there was no need for authorization codes, they were nowhere near any civilized part of space.
"YUR MOM!" the Mand'alor slurred back
"Authorization denied." the computer plainly said back, the code it was looking for was Mand'alorRox, and all it would do was play a separate party jam playlist. Howling with laughter Prudii walked through the ship, unsure exactly where Jemma was.
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Prudii leaned down onto the game table and squinted an eye as if it would increase his vision. Leaning closer he felt his eyebrow dip into the soft powder and immediately recoiled, violently shaking his head to clean the powder from his hairy brows. Finally manning up he took out his paper, an old photograph of him and Emil together, and rolled it up. Pressing it to the line of spice he violently jerked his head back, snorting as he did. The spice sucked from the counter and into his nose and he leaned back, coughing violently.
"Ok ok ok hold on I gotta do this fast!"
Scrambling to his side he grabbed a rolled joint of spice, and grabbed Djura Volfe's lightsaber, igniting it and slowly bring it closer to the rolled up bit of spice. When he saw a puff of smoke and flame he deactivated the lightsaber and tossed it away, pressing the spice to his face and taking a long drag of it.
Waiting a solid moment, his face looking as if he were on the verge of an epiphany, he finally relaxed, his face a mask of disappointment.
"JEMMA YOU PROMISED ME IT WOULD BE STRONG. I'VE HAD A BETTER HIGH THAN THIS WHEN A HUTT FARTED ON MY FACE!"
Dropping the still burning cigarra of spice onto the floor he picked up his glass of whiskey and began sipping at it, staggering around the ship as he did. They were parked in some backwarter bit of space, the Brentaal grid, the system running its diagnostics on its systems, their nav computers programmed, and the long range sensors running a sweep of the surrounding space for a frequency.
"Hey! HEY! Computer! DO THE THING AGAIN!"
The computers voice came back, "Please transmit the authorization codes." of course, there was no need for authorization codes, they were nowhere near any civilized part of space.
"YUR MOM!" the Mand'alor slurred back
"Authorization denied." the computer plainly said back, the code it was looking for was Mand'alorRox, and all it would do was play a separate party jam playlist. Howling with laughter Prudii walked through the ship, unsure exactly where Jemma was.
@Proleptic