Drogh needed money, his wealth was drying up like a drought, just enough to keep him going. Drogh of course wasn't really one for direct confrontation, but he was some what desperate at this point for money and even a very risky job, such as this was worth it. The job was simple, find a gangster of Coruscant known as "Fosk Gra", a Rodian that had caused quite a bit of trouble for a notable amount of people, they didn't care how he was removed from the picture, but Drogh had plans. He would kidnap him and see how much of a ransom he would get, dangerous? Of course it was, killing a gangster was one thing, kidnapping and holding onto one was another. He was liked and valued by his gang, some typical underground gang, one Drogh didn't care to remember, really they are all the same, just slight differences in style and name so they don't get confused when killing each other.
Yet there was some thing rather interesting about this job, instead of going alone like he usually would, he in fact had a "friend". This "friend" was a droid of a bygone era, the Clone Wars, a war centuries old, and a lot had changed by then, he was lucky not to have found a B1 battle droid, that although hundreds of years old can still be found, some even still working after all that time. Yet he had almost hit gold when he had found a Commando Droid, a one that was fully intact. Drogh knew little how it ended up here, but that didn't matter, the droid was dying for a objective, anything to have a meaning, and Drogh could easily exploit it, although still weary of it, Drogh trusted this Droid more then most.
Drogh was, as he usually once watching from the shadows in a dark alleyway, he was still trying to locate where this Rodian was, he had a rough idea but could not pinpoint it. He scouted with his eyes, looking with his piercing pale eyes at the crowd that shambles around the streets of the underground. He was still waiting on that Droid, one eye for the droid, the other for the Rodian.
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Yet there was some thing rather interesting about this job, instead of going alone like he usually would, he in fact had a "friend". This "friend" was a droid of a bygone era, the Clone Wars, a war centuries old, and a lot had changed by then, he was lucky not to have found a B1 battle droid, that although hundreds of years old can still be found, some even still working after all that time. Yet he had almost hit gold when he had found a Commando Droid, a one that was fully intact. Drogh knew little how it ended up here, but that didn't matter, the droid was dying for a objective, anything to have a meaning, and Drogh could easily exploit it, although still weary of it, Drogh trusted this Droid more then most.
Drogh was, as he usually once watching from the shadows in a dark alleyway, he was still trying to locate where this Rodian was, he had a rough idea but could not pinpoint it. He scouted with his eyes, looking with his piercing pale eyes at the crowd that shambles around the streets of the underground. He was still waiting on that Droid, one eye for the droid, the other for the Rodian.
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