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Nar Shaddaa Apartment Block D
1603 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
@Darasuum @One For Sorrow
Herrith looked at the Morellian that they had tied up to a chair in the center of the apartment. The lights were off, save for a lamp painting his face a very pale white and making his hair look redder than it already was. She scoffed, looking to her two companions and then staring out the window. He knew something, he just refused to spill exactly what it was. They'd dragged him all the way to Nar Shaddaa, as there was some kind of hideout he knew about; something her mystery pilot had used.
She needed to know where it was. Maybe this one would contain some better loot.
The Zeltron looked at Tecov and Grim, waiting for them to say anything before the festivities began. This wasn't going to be the most pleasant experience for their guest, and she was paying for this apartment by the hour; as such, it would be great if they had gotten this moving so that she could finally get her two mercs paid. Daesha wasn't here. She had family matters to attend to, anyways. It didn't matter, Herrith thought it best she stayed away from the grit around this interrogation.
She cocked an eyebrow toward their Morellian, whose eyes had been blocked by blacked-out goggles. There was a reason she hired professionals, and it wasn't just because of their good shooting.
Torture wouldn't be necessary, though a wicked part of her wished that were so.
Ew.
1603 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
@Darasuum @One For Sorrow
Herrith looked at the Morellian that they had tied up to a chair in the center of the apartment. The lights were off, save for a lamp painting his face a very pale white and making his hair look redder than it already was. She scoffed, looking to her two companions and then staring out the window. He knew something, he just refused to spill exactly what it was. They'd dragged him all the way to Nar Shaddaa, as there was some kind of hideout he knew about; something her mystery pilot had used.
She needed to know where it was. Maybe this one would contain some better loot.
The Zeltron looked at Tecov and Grim, waiting for them to say anything before the festivities began. This wasn't going to be the most pleasant experience for their guest, and she was paying for this apartment by the hour; as such, it would be great if they had gotten this moving so that she could finally get her two mercs paid. Daesha wasn't here. She had family matters to attend to, anyways. It didn't matter, Herrith thought it best she stayed away from the grit around this interrogation.
She cocked an eyebrow toward their Morellian, whose eyes had been blocked by blacked-out goggles. There was a reason she hired professionals, and it wasn't just because of their good shooting.
Torture wouldn't be necessary, though a wicked part of her wished that were so.
Ew.