Jorus Merrill
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TATOOINE
MOS ESPA ARENA
“Y’know, I'm not really in the mood for this. Today's the kind of day I'd rather hang out with Alna and Mara, tweak a speeder I've been restoring…” Jorus looked up from the blaster pistol he was assembling from spare parts. The small and dirty room under the bleachers had served every purpose. Today it was a gathering point for Undergrounders and ORC operatives who'd snuck into Mos Espa.
“...but we're not here because it seems like fun. Job to be done. A lot of the Empire's local support on Tatooine hinges on this lady Venera Stamoss - shipping magnate, water merchant, fingers in every pie.” The field expedient blaster clicked together and vanished into his clothes. He set up a rusty little holoprojector to display the podrace arena. “Stamoss has a private viewing platform, open-air, near the Hutt platforms. There's a rumor she might be a witch of one kind or another, and she'll have guards. Maybe Imperials. Fortunately, the race is going to start in maybe five minutes, so you'll have some distraction cover. Get up there, get her, do what you do, don't shoot anyone that doesn't need it, and I'll pick you up.” He slapped the rusty flank of a repossessed hovercar.
“I know some of you aren't too comfortable with kidnapping. I'm not either, but like I said, we're not here because it sounds like fun.”
MOS ESPA ARENA
“Y’know, I'm not really in the mood for this. Today's the kind of day I'd rather hang out with Alna and Mara, tweak a speeder I've been restoring…” Jorus looked up from the blaster pistol he was assembling from spare parts. The small and dirty room under the bleachers had served every purpose. Today it was a gathering point for Undergrounders and ORC operatives who'd snuck into Mos Espa.
“...but we're not here because it seems like fun. Job to be done. A lot of the Empire's local support on Tatooine hinges on this lady Venera Stamoss - shipping magnate, water merchant, fingers in every pie.” The field expedient blaster clicked together and vanished into his clothes. He set up a rusty little holoprojector to display the podrace arena. “Stamoss has a private viewing platform, open-air, near the Hutt platforms. There's a rumor she might be a witch of one kind or another, and she'll have guards. Maybe Imperials. Fortunately, the race is going to start in maybe five minutes, so you'll have some distraction cover. Get up there, get her, do what you do, don't shoot anyone that doesn't need it, and I'll pick you up.” He slapped the rusty flank of a repossessed hovercar.
“I know some of you aren't too comfortable with kidnapping. I'm not either, but like I said, we're not here because it sounds like fun.”