Aver Brand
Mercicle
Airon sector :: Stenness Nodehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Stenness_Node :: Stenness Hyperspace Terminal
The spaceport wasn’t what it used to be.
Of course, its halcyon days had passed well before the Four-hundred year darkness and the terror of the Gulag plague – about the time navicomputers had hit the commercial market and hyperspace beacons fell out of fashion. In other words, just ripe for a takeover. (Not his business, though. Others were coming for that, toting guns and offers nobody could refuse. Not around here. Not to them.)
Aesorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/118782-aesor-rodarch/ sniffled. The delicious smell of a fresh Stenness lizard pie wafted to his nostrils, and the Mandalorian turned to follow the aroma. Just got off a long-ass jump and shab if he wasn’t starving for a bite of something hot.
Five minutes later found him comfortably nestled in a nook just off the main wharf, picking the crumbs off his armor. No rest for the wicked, though – he shook the last of the hyperspace from his creaking bones and headed for the Bounty Hunters’ office down in the Red Light levels.
Bosses wanted some competent hands for a space hunt. Feth if he knew what good a dead Colossus wasphttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Colossus_wasp would be. Or a live one, for that matter, but— they didn’t pay him to ask questions.
The Mando shoved past a pair of arguing Bothans and slipped into the run-down establishment. The mold-stained ceiling had seen better days, and Aesor could swear there was a faint smell of lizard ‘n’ chips in the air. His pale eyes shifted behind the T-visor to assess the Besalisk behind the counter.
Narrowed – oil stains on his shirt. Knowing the culprit, he quickly moved the next file over, even if he had to wait behind those Bothans (still arguing). You could tell a lot about someone’s habits by the way they ate. And cleaned up.
Shudder.
“Awrite, whath ye want?” Toydarian. Beady black eyes. Missing one of his front teeth, too – and not like he had that many to miss. Explained the weird lisp though.
“I’d like a contact list for your registered hunters, please,” Aesor spoke. “Only the top ten earners, though. None of that bootsole rabble.”
“Yeh goth the credith for ith, Mando?”
Wordlessly, Rodarch placed a chit on the grimy plasteel surface. The clerk’s face brightened with a million-watt smile. Aesor nearly recoiled at the sight.
“Thath will sserthainly do, Mr. Mando. If you couldh waith for a momenth…” The Toydarian was already picking up his comm.
And they say money doesn’t run the galaxy.
The spaceport wasn’t what it used to be.
Of course, its halcyon days had passed well before the Four-hundred year darkness and the terror of the Gulag plague – about the time navicomputers had hit the commercial market and hyperspace beacons fell out of fashion. In other words, just ripe for a takeover. (Not his business, though. Others were coming for that, toting guns and offers nobody could refuse. Not around here. Not to them.)
Aesorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/118782-aesor-rodarch/ sniffled. The delicious smell of a fresh Stenness lizard pie wafted to his nostrils, and the Mandalorian turned to follow the aroma. Just got off a long-ass jump and shab if he wasn’t starving for a bite of something hot.
Five minutes later found him comfortably nestled in a nook just off the main wharf, picking the crumbs off his armor. No rest for the wicked, though – he shook the last of the hyperspace from his creaking bones and headed for the Bounty Hunters’ office down in the Red Light levels.
Bosses wanted some competent hands for a space hunt. Feth if he knew what good a dead Colossus wasphttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Colossus_wasp would be. Or a live one, for that matter, but— they didn’t pay him to ask questions.
The Mando shoved past a pair of arguing Bothans and slipped into the run-down establishment. The mold-stained ceiling had seen better days, and Aesor could swear there was a faint smell of lizard ‘n’ chips in the air. His pale eyes shifted behind the T-visor to assess the Besalisk behind the counter.
Narrowed – oil stains on his shirt. Knowing the culprit, he quickly moved the next file over, even if he had to wait behind those Bothans (still arguing). You could tell a lot about someone’s habits by the way they ate. And cleaned up.
Shudder.
“Awrite, whath ye want?” Toydarian. Beady black eyes. Missing one of his front teeth, too – and not like he had that many to miss. Explained the weird lisp though.
“I’d like a contact list for your registered hunters, please,” Aesor spoke. “Only the top ten earners, though. None of that bootsole rabble.”
“Yeh goth the credith for ith, Mando?”
Wordlessly, Rodarch placed a chit on the grimy plasteel surface. The clerk’s face brightened with a million-watt smile. Aesor nearly recoiled at the sight.
“Thath will sserthainly do, Mr. Mando. If you couldh waith for a momenth…” The Toydarian was already picking up his comm.
And they say money doesn’t run the galaxy.