Songbird
The Phantoms Yet Live
Judgement drummed her fingers on the table she was sitting at, waiting for her contact to arrive.
This attack on Manaan had been planned for weeks, and it was finally being acted upon.
Judgement would meet her contact, who would give her the location of a large amount of explosives she had bought from them.
She would then set them in the spaceport, and activate them from a safe-distance.
The destruction of the port would cripple this region of Manaan, if not the entire planet. If they pulled it off.
Judgement was starting to question her contact's loyalty, and she frowned under her mask, waiting still. Twenty minutes, and then she would flee, she decided.
If the Republic found her out, then she was either dead or imprisoned.
She settled in, her cloak obscuring her from the others in the cantina, and her hand on the hilt of her rapier. If she needed to run, she would no doubt have to fight.
This attack on Manaan had been planned for weeks, and it was finally being acted upon.
Judgement would meet her contact, who would give her the location of a large amount of explosives she had bought from them.
She would then set them in the spaceport, and activate them from a safe-distance.
The destruction of the port would cripple this region of Manaan, if not the entire planet. If they pulled it off.
Judgement was starting to question her contact's loyalty, and she frowned under her mask, waiting still. Twenty minutes, and then she would flee, she decided.
If the Republic found her out, then she was either dead or imprisoned.
She settled in, her cloak obscuring her from the others in the cantina, and her hand on the hilt of her rapier. If she needed to run, she would no doubt have to fight.