D O M I N U S
There were very few things that the Mandalorian valued more than all the credits in the Galaxy. First amongst these were the Resol'nare: the tenets which dictated day to day living for the children of Mandalore. The second of these...was sleep. Ever sinc receiving his promotion within the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Isley had been aroused from the midst of slumber countless times in order to run a variety of operations. While his record had been one of success, the constant sacrifice of sleep had led him to desire nothing more than a day off...and once relucantantly taken he had made absolutely certain to cut out all potential distractions. He had given @[member="Phoebe Draclau"] his credit chit for a day on the town, he had set his comm to the emergency channel...and then collapsed on his bed for some well-deserved rest.
Twenty minutes later, just as he entered the sweet embrace of slumber, his comm blared into existence with its obnoxious tone. An exasperated growl escaped the Mandalorian's lips as he fumbled about and clawed for the device which laid upon his bedside dresser. Once the infernal thing was in his grasp, he rolled over and spoke with a groggy voice. "This had better be karking good." were his only words. From this point, he was brought up to date as to what had transpired only hours before. Apparently, a young woman, no older than thirteen in age, had become an accomplice for murder. While this was something that Isley could care less about, it was the fact that she frantically brought up his name that caused the local authorities to call him.
Apparently, his baby sister had come all the way to Confederate space looking for him, had gotten in a spot of trouble, and was now sitting in a holding cell. Wrought with disbelief, and tired frustration, the Mandalorian bolted from his bed and quickly donned his armor before making his way to the station. Upon arrival, he was greeted by the officers in charge and escorted to the rear of the facility, through the various corridors, until they arrived at the electrified holding cells. With each step, Isley felt himself growing angry; for they had locked his sister, his baby sister, in a karking cell with animals? What were they thinking?! He'd have went off and slugged them...if not for the fact that it would have made things worse for her. At long last, they arrived at cell B13R, which was filled to the brim with women whom looked to be high out of their minds.
"Open the karking gate." he growled, to which the officers complied. Once the door slid open, Isley stepped within the cell and said aloud. "Ginnie?! Are you in here?!"
@[member="Ginnie Verd"].
Twenty minutes later, just as he entered the sweet embrace of slumber, his comm blared into existence with its obnoxious tone. An exasperated growl escaped the Mandalorian's lips as he fumbled about and clawed for the device which laid upon his bedside dresser. Once the infernal thing was in his grasp, he rolled over and spoke with a groggy voice. "This had better be karking good." were his only words. From this point, he was brought up to date as to what had transpired only hours before. Apparently, a young woman, no older than thirteen in age, had become an accomplice for murder. While this was something that Isley could care less about, it was the fact that she frantically brought up his name that caused the local authorities to call him.
Apparently, his baby sister had come all the way to Confederate space looking for him, had gotten in a spot of trouble, and was now sitting in a holding cell. Wrought with disbelief, and tired frustration, the Mandalorian bolted from his bed and quickly donned his armor before making his way to the station. Upon arrival, he was greeted by the officers in charge and escorted to the rear of the facility, through the various corridors, until they arrived at the electrified holding cells. With each step, Isley felt himself growing angry; for they had locked his sister, his baby sister, in a karking cell with animals? What were they thinking?! He'd have went off and slugged them...if not for the fact that it would have made things worse for her. At long last, they arrived at cell B13R, which was filled to the brim with women whom looked to be high out of their minds.
"Open the karking gate." he growled, to which the officers complied. Once the door slid open, Isley stepped within the cell and said aloud. "Ginnie?! Are you in here?!"
@[member="Ginnie Verd"].