Phantom Pains
Iego, 0100 Hours, A Relatively Nondescript Warehouse
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For someone set with keeping his head down, he'd been awfully keen to jump on this job offer. Details were sparse, but the source was seemingly a reliable, he did his research and they seemed legit, they'd also hired Cale once before and he'd come back in one piece. Granted the jobs hadn't been as ambitious as this, but despite his efforts to drink his idealism away, the chance to aid some freedom fighters in Sith territory was just too much. For all his vices, he never forgot which side he was on in the grand scheme of things.
The dark had quite literally enslaved him, and that was grossly oversimplifying the story, so it was no contest. Even without the code to guide him, or any obligation to do what was 'right', Cale would always stand with the light, if not in it. So he'd agreed to meet for this job, at an all to suspicious location just so he could help fight the good fight.
Also he was incredibly low on money, so that helped.
From what the disgruntled man with one arm could tell, there were at least twelve other smugglers in the warehouse. It was going to be a big job, they'd need the hands. Now all they were doing was waiting for their employer to-be to come out with the details. Had he not incessantly dulled his connection to the force with a litany of drugs and spices, he'd have sensed that something was wrong. But unfortunately, abusing substances to cope with the copious amounts of trauma that plagued him was something of a regular thing for him, so outside the usual paranoia he didn't suspect anything at all.
[member="Levi Hutch"]
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For someone set with keeping his head down, he'd been awfully keen to jump on this job offer. Details were sparse, but the source was seemingly a reliable, he did his research and they seemed legit, they'd also hired Cale once before and he'd come back in one piece. Granted the jobs hadn't been as ambitious as this, but despite his efforts to drink his idealism away, the chance to aid some freedom fighters in Sith territory was just too much. For all his vices, he never forgot which side he was on in the grand scheme of things.
The dark had quite literally enslaved him, and that was grossly oversimplifying the story, so it was no contest. Even without the code to guide him, or any obligation to do what was 'right', Cale would always stand with the light, if not in it. So he'd agreed to meet for this job, at an all to suspicious location just so he could help fight the good fight.
Also he was incredibly low on money, so that helped.
From what the disgruntled man with one arm could tell, there were at least twelve other smugglers in the warehouse. It was going to be a big job, they'd need the hands. Now all they were doing was waiting for their employer to-be to come out with the details. Had he not incessantly dulled his connection to the force with a litany of drugs and spices, he'd have sensed that something was wrong. But unfortunately, abusing substances to cope with the copious amounts of trauma that plagued him was something of a regular thing for him, so outside the usual paranoia he didn't suspect anything at all.
[member="Levi Hutch"]