Alexa Keel
Character
The decoy ship, loaded only with the pilot droid and the already deceased bodies of criminals to leave behind remains to be found, was now destroyed. This ensured that they were not suspected of surviving. That way they could rely on their virus without fear of being discovered.
Alexa emerged from the restroom now fully clothed in her uniform, and stretched. Popping the kinks in her neck and back from the day. Another mission in the bag. She set aside the collar and the outfit she wore. She liked to keep mementos of her missions, and these would definitely serve to make an entertaining story for her little sister when next they spoke. Holly Starstorm would most certainly double over laughing to know that her elder sister had gone and learned how to dance, and especially that she’d worn THAT while doing so.
She smiled in amusement at the thought, before making her way to the ship’s comm station. She activated the communicator, and her superior was already waiting in the other side, to whom she then gave a debrief, informing him of what had been done.
It would be a couple of months later when something came up. Sen’s progress with the Hutt was slow, the Hutts were not a trusting people, and they were happy to take their time elevating people. Even as a new guard for Kublai, Sen wasn’t exactly in his inner circle just yet. And more often he was out carrying out bounties, roughing up competition and otherwise doing what mobsters did.
But then one day he was summoned along with many other bounty hunters and soldiers of the Hutts. Kublai had a job for them.
In Huttese, as most Hutts preferred to speak, the slug would address the bounty hunters that had answered his call.
“Greetings! And thank you all for coming. I have no time to stand on ceremony today, I have business to attend to and this is an equally urgent matter. There have been major disruptions to our operations in the last two months, and all of them have been all too successful. We’ve lost eight of our supervisors in these past two months, five dead and three arrested. And so far we have been unable to have them released. Someone has been undoing our operations and it must end.”
As the Hutt spoke their protocol droid pulled up a schematic, a map of what appeared to be a warehouse complex on a desert moon a few systems over. “Your task is to set up here however you see fit, and guard the merchandise. We have diverted a large amount of our resources to this place, so these people who are after us are sure to take the bait. Kill anyone who isn’t supposed to be there. And you will be handsomely rewarded.”
Alexa emerged from the restroom now fully clothed in her uniform, and stretched. Popping the kinks in her neck and back from the day. Another mission in the bag. She set aside the collar and the outfit she wore. She liked to keep mementos of her missions, and these would definitely serve to make an entertaining story for her little sister when next they spoke. Holly Starstorm would most certainly double over laughing to know that her elder sister had gone and learned how to dance, and especially that she’d worn THAT while doing so.
She smiled in amusement at the thought, before making her way to the ship’s comm station. She activated the communicator, and her superior was already waiting in the other side, to whom she then gave a debrief, informing him of what had been done.
It would be a couple of months later when something came up. Sen’s progress with the Hutt was slow, the Hutts were not a trusting people, and they were happy to take their time elevating people. Even as a new guard for Kublai, Sen wasn’t exactly in his inner circle just yet. And more often he was out carrying out bounties, roughing up competition and otherwise doing what mobsters did.
But then one day he was summoned along with many other bounty hunters and soldiers of the Hutts. Kublai had a job for them.
In Huttese, as most Hutts preferred to speak, the slug would address the bounty hunters that had answered his call.
“Greetings! And thank you all for coming. I have no time to stand on ceremony today, I have business to attend to and this is an equally urgent matter. There have been major disruptions to our operations in the last two months, and all of them have been all too successful. We’ve lost eight of our supervisors in these past two months, five dead and three arrested. And so far we have been unable to have them released. Someone has been undoing our operations and it must end.”
As the Hutt spoke their protocol droid pulled up a schematic, a map of what appeared to be a warehouse complex on a desert moon a few systems over. “Your task is to set up here however you see fit, and guard the merchandise. We have diverted a large amount of our resources to this place, so these people who are after us are sure to take the bait. Kill anyone who isn’t supposed to be there. And you will be handsomely rewarded.”