Vask
The Extremist
Dromund Kaas - Kaas City Docks
A Besalisk walked along the outer Piers of the Kaas City Docks. His footsteps echoed with the heavy thud of considerable weight, one of his four arms occupied by a large datapad. His face was the mask of a grouch, a man who had just been told he was supposed to do a job that actually belonged to someone else. When others walked by him, they almost immediately shied away, sensing the air of aggravation coming off the alien in droves.
"Uh oh." A voice rang out from just ahead of him, one of the other dockworkers leaning against a large cargo crate. "Whats got in your graw Frok? Niles not doing his job again?"
The other man chuckled, and the Besalisk let out a grunt. "Useless shit as he always is. Forgot to load up something on the The Hunger."
Vask said the words through the voice-modulator in his helmets, the Besalisk's voice sounding alien to his ears, but close enough to the real thing that his coworker didn't even seem to notice. Instead the man just laughed, shaking his head as he motioned with one thumb towards Docking Bay 13. "Best hurry then, ships about to take off. Don't want Darth Whateverthefuck biting your nuts off because you forgot their perfume."
The Beslaisk let out a groan, head dramatically tilting towards the air.
"Always picking up the slack." His head shook in disappointment, the coworker letting out a laugh and mentioning something about 'same shit, different day'. Vask only nodded in affirmation of the statement, and then continued on towards Docking Bay 13th. As he moved through the cargo-containers, the Freighter within came into view. She was a beast of a thing, a hauler meant for carrying all sorts of goods. From the manifest Vask had stolen her cargo mostly consisted of various artifacts, trinkets, and pieces of art being shipped from Kaas City to different Sith World's. Probably some pompous ass' private collection being distributed to his fifty seven houses.
Not that Vask really had any room to judge, and not that it mattered all that much anyway.
None of those goods would ever be reaching their destination.
Continuing to lumber forward in his Besalisk disguise, Vask headed towards one of the smaller stacks of crates in the back of the docking bay. His gaze flickered back towards the freighter for a moment, noting it's engines were already spooled up. Slipping the datapad onto the small of his back, the Besalisk picked up one of the smaller crates in the stack. "Hold up!"
He shouted, making his way directly towards The Quiet Hunger.
A Besalisk walked along the outer Piers of the Kaas City Docks. His footsteps echoed with the heavy thud of considerable weight, one of his four arms occupied by a large datapad. His face was the mask of a grouch, a man who had just been told he was supposed to do a job that actually belonged to someone else. When others walked by him, they almost immediately shied away, sensing the air of aggravation coming off the alien in droves.
"Uh oh." A voice rang out from just ahead of him, one of the other dockworkers leaning against a large cargo crate. "Whats got in your graw Frok? Niles not doing his job again?"
The other man chuckled, and the Besalisk let out a grunt. "Useless shit as he always is. Forgot to load up something on the The Hunger."
Vask said the words through the voice-modulator in his helmets, the Besalisk's voice sounding alien to his ears, but close enough to the real thing that his coworker didn't even seem to notice. Instead the man just laughed, shaking his head as he motioned with one thumb towards Docking Bay 13. "Best hurry then, ships about to take off. Don't want Darth Whateverthefuck biting your nuts off because you forgot their perfume."
The Beslaisk let out a groan, head dramatically tilting towards the air.
"Always picking up the slack." His head shook in disappointment, the coworker letting out a laugh and mentioning something about 'same shit, different day'. Vask only nodded in affirmation of the statement, and then continued on towards Docking Bay 13th. As he moved through the cargo-containers, the Freighter within came into view. She was a beast of a thing, a hauler meant for carrying all sorts of goods. From the manifest Vask had stolen her cargo mostly consisted of various artifacts, trinkets, and pieces of art being shipped from Kaas City to different Sith World's. Probably some pompous ass' private collection being distributed to his fifty seven houses.
Not that Vask really had any room to judge, and not that it mattered all that much anyway.
None of those goods would ever be reaching their destination.
Continuing to lumber forward in his Besalisk disguise, Vask headed towards one of the smaller stacks of crates in the back of the docking bay. His gaze flickered back towards the freighter for a moment, noting it's engines were already spooled up. Slipping the datapad onto the small of his back, the Besalisk picked up one of the smaller crates in the stack. "Hold up!"
He shouted, making his way directly towards The Quiet Hunger.