Rusty
Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
"You know, one of these days, I'm going to have a nice, quiet hunt," Rusty muttered to himself.
It was a quiet, backwater moon on the edge of OS territory. The giant red planet around which it orbited hung bright in the sky cast an eerie crimson glow over the small outpost. It wasn't quite true day, since the sun was still hidden behind the bulk of the planet, but it was still bright enough to read by. Or, in the Shard's case, to see down the sights of Gertrude, his massive and massively powerful rifle.
He didn't often get away from the endless board meetings and sales meetings and meetings that seemed to have no purpose other than to let everyone sit around and jerk each other off over sales figures. His company, Rusty's Custom Firearms and Cutlery, had started off as a small, independent gun shop in the slums of Breehara. It had been an occasional hobby, something to do while the Wicked Grace was down. Now it was his life, and he hated it.
Well, he liked the money. Not having to worry about every single credit was nice. And being able to build whatever twisted creations came to mind was pretty awesome. But the responsibility that came with it was a serious drag. Which is why, whenever the opportunity arose, he used any excuse possible to get out of the shop.
This time, he had told Koko, his personal assistant, that he was off on a hunting trip. Which was technically true. It was a trip, and he was hunting. But instead of hunting krayt dragons on Tatooine, he was after an arguably more dangerous prey: Sith.
This moon was important to the One Sith for two reasons. Firstly, because it had deposits of several valuable ores that were vital to spaceship production, and the fact that it had a breathable atmosphere meant it was much easier to mine than asteroids. Secondly, it was out of the way enough that they could foist the responsibility for it off on a newly appointed Lord who hadn't yet earned enough respect to warrant a more prestigious posting.
Sith Lords, even newly promoted ones, were tough nuts to crack. Which is why Rusty was sitting comfortably under a thermal blanket some 800 meters away from the entrance to the pub that the Lord was known to frequent. He had followed the fellow to the club, and now he was sitting outside with Gertrude, waiting for the shot. Sure enough, the Lord had appeared, just as he had expected. What he hadn't anticipated was the young Zabrak woman who appeared ready to do something...foolish?
"The hell is she thinking?"
The Shard kept his sights trained on the Sith, curious to see what would happen next.
[member="Lok Maxus"]
It was a quiet, backwater moon on the edge of OS territory. The giant red planet around which it orbited hung bright in the sky cast an eerie crimson glow over the small outpost. It wasn't quite true day, since the sun was still hidden behind the bulk of the planet, but it was still bright enough to read by. Or, in the Shard's case, to see down the sights of Gertrude, his massive and massively powerful rifle.
He didn't often get away from the endless board meetings and sales meetings and meetings that seemed to have no purpose other than to let everyone sit around and jerk each other off over sales figures. His company, Rusty's Custom Firearms and Cutlery, had started off as a small, independent gun shop in the slums of Breehara. It had been an occasional hobby, something to do while the Wicked Grace was down. Now it was his life, and he hated it.
Well, he liked the money. Not having to worry about every single credit was nice. And being able to build whatever twisted creations came to mind was pretty awesome. But the responsibility that came with it was a serious drag. Which is why, whenever the opportunity arose, he used any excuse possible to get out of the shop.
This time, he had told Koko, his personal assistant, that he was off on a hunting trip. Which was technically true. It was a trip, and he was hunting. But instead of hunting krayt dragons on Tatooine, he was after an arguably more dangerous prey: Sith.
This moon was important to the One Sith for two reasons. Firstly, because it had deposits of several valuable ores that were vital to spaceship production, and the fact that it had a breathable atmosphere meant it was much easier to mine than asteroids. Secondly, it was out of the way enough that they could foist the responsibility for it off on a newly appointed Lord who hadn't yet earned enough respect to warrant a more prestigious posting.
Sith Lords, even newly promoted ones, were tough nuts to crack. Which is why Rusty was sitting comfortably under a thermal blanket some 800 meters away from the entrance to the pub that the Lord was known to frequent. He had followed the fellow to the club, and now he was sitting outside with Gertrude, waiting for the shot. Sure enough, the Lord had appeared, just as he had expected. What he hadn't anticipated was the young Zabrak woman who appeared ready to do something...foolish?
"The hell is she thinking?"
The Shard kept his sights trained on the Sith, curious to see what would happen next.
[member="Lok Maxus"]