Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Planet: Thule
Omen was sitting in a local sports bar, enjoying a brew while watching the widescreen display of a boloball game in a noisy local sports bar named Legends & Tihaar.
Just like many other Mandolarians and Locals here, he had come from a brief break. Except that the other people in the bar didn't have a data stick that could bring down an entire station to its knees. Having sent Aren and Jett off in Korda's ship, he had managed to convince Aren that he could make this handoff in person without getting shot. And it tool alot of convincing. But this was his one chance to find out who Aren primarily worked for. Might as well take the chance to meet them in person.
Absentmindedly twirling the data stick in his hands as he winced at a particular gruesome tackle, the Clone wondered who he was meeting up with. Their contact had said anyplace on Thule, and so he had picked out here. If this wasn't their contact's cup of tea, while they could shove it in this mug of ne'tra gal he was about to wolf down. Checking his watch, he saw the meeting time was upon them. Now it was just time to see who walked in through the door.
Sidonia
Omen was sitting in a local sports bar, enjoying a brew while watching the widescreen display of a boloball game in a noisy local sports bar named Legends & Tihaar.
Just like many other Mandolarians and Locals here, he had come from a brief break. Except that the other people in the bar didn't have a data stick that could bring down an entire station to its knees. Having sent Aren and Jett off in Korda's ship, he had managed to convince Aren that he could make this handoff in person without getting shot. And it tool alot of convincing. But this was his one chance to find out who Aren primarily worked for. Might as well take the chance to meet them in person.
Absentmindedly twirling the data stick in his hands as he winced at a particular gruesome tackle, the Clone wondered who he was meeting up with. Their contact had said anyplace on Thule, and so he had picked out here. If this wasn't their contact's cup of tea, while they could shove it in this mug of ne'tra gal he was about to wolf down. Checking his watch, he saw the meeting time was upon them. Now it was just time to see who walked in through the door.
Sidonia