Ex-Soldier | Ex-Spy | Doctor
Sullivan Hunter, Attaché and representative to the First Order, was not one to suffer fools or laggards. He was a master at negotiating, having served the Order faithfully for twenty-five years. He was stout, short and balding. His face held a permanent scowl, his eyes locked in a squint.
Luther didn't like the man, but personal preference didn't factor in to protection duty. The world of Rishi was lush and fertile, a tropical paradise. They weren't there for a holiday however. Instead, they had ventured deep into the heart of Galactic Empire territory to resolve a dispute between the factions. The First Order had assisted the Empire after their failed attack on Dagobah, for which they were grateful. Their opinions drastically reversed as the First Order made claim on the territory, the Empire naturally trying to hold onto what was just out of their grip. Enter Sullivan, to smooth things over.
"We haven't even consolidated our forces on Dagobah" Hunter muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead. “But we’re already arguing with allies across the galaxy”. Discussions were over for today, and the weight of words seemed to weigh heavily on the man. Luther was assured nevertheless that things were looking up for them.
Citizen’s stared and averted their gaze as Luther escorted the man home. He unnerved them, he could tell. Perhaps it was the jet-black armour that all Deathtrooper’s wore. Maybe it was because he was flanked by three other stormtroopers, each chosen due to their levelheadedness. More likely than not, it was just by the fact that they carried weapons. Rishi was fairly peaceful, or so he heard.
He held his rifle tightly, his sword sheathed across his back. He didn’t like the street they were crossing. It was largely abandoned at this late hour, and the dusk sun stretched the shadows long. It was still a fair distance to the provided apartment. Luther internally cursed Hunter for deciding to walk home and see the sites. His back itched with the feeling of a hidden danger, but he forced himself to shrug it off. A cautious bodyguard is good, but a paranoid one just causes problems.
Luther didn't like the man, but personal preference didn't factor in to protection duty. The world of Rishi was lush and fertile, a tropical paradise. They weren't there for a holiday however. Instead, they had ventured deep into the heart of Galactic Empire territory to resolve a dispute between the factions. The First Order had assisted the Empire after their failed attack on Dagobah, for which they were grateful. Their opinions drastically reversed as the First Order made claim on the territory, the Empire naturally trying to hold onto what was just out of their grip. Enter Sullivan, to smooth things over.
"We haven't even consolidated our forces on Dagobah" Hunter muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead. “But we’re already arguing with allies across the galaxy”. Discussions were over for today, and the weight of words seemed to weigh heavily on the man. Luther was assured nevertheless that things were looking up for them.
Citizen’s stared and averted their gaze as Luther escorted the man home. He unnerved them, he could tell. Perhaps it was the jet-black armour that all Deathtrooper’s wore. Maybe it was because he was flanked by three other stormtroopers, each chosen due to their levelheadedness. More likely than not, it was just by the fact that they carried weapons. Rishi was fairly peaceful, or so he heard.
He held his rifle tightly, his sword sheathed across his back. He didn’t like the street they were crossing. It was largely abandoned at this late hour, and the dusk sun stretched the shadows long. It was still a fair distance to the provided apartment. Luther internally cursed Hunter for deciding to walk home and see the sites. His back itched with the feeling of a hidden danger, but he forced himself to shrug it off. A cautious bodyguard is good, but a paranoid one just causes problems.
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