Vaux Gred
Concord Terror
Planet: Iphigin
Location: Local bar.
Gear: In bio
Tags:
Hacks
Subject 73 Red
Emraj Hosdole Galtea Garn
Wasn't the prettiest of days on Iphigin, and honestly what Vaux was doing this far from Network or Jedi space was beyond her. The credits were good from that job at least. That was the great thing about being a Mando. Most didn't care if you went off and did your own thing from time to time. So now she was sitting in a bar, enjoying a drink with the holonews playing.
"Breaking news. Authorities have begun to link a recent wave of targeted crime to the group Darkwire, specifically the individual only known as Hacks. While authorities have link the crimes to this group, they have been slow to act for unknown reason. We can only...." Vaux glared up at the screen, hitting her now empty glass against the counter.
"Mind shutting that garbage off?" Another person, a Gungan missing an eye stalk, glared at the Mandalorian pilot.
"Just cause yousa don't like it, doesn't mean wesa need to stop." Vaux just glared at the Gungan, bringing out her Trayc'kal and eyeing him. The Nabooian, for his part, quickly finished his drink and got away from the bar, apparently only now realizing that ticking the pilot off was a bad idea. Vaux reholstered her weapon, taking another look at the scree before she was given a new drink.
"If they won't do something, maybe someone else should...."
Location: Local bar.
Gear: In bio
Tags:


Wasn't the prettiest of days on Iphigin, and honestly what Vaux was doing this far from Network or Jedi space was beyond her. The credits were good from that job at least. That was the great thing about being a Mando. Most didn't care if you went off and did your own thing from time to time. So now she was sitting in a bar, enjoying a drink with the holonews playing.
"Breaking news. Authorities have begun to link a recent wave of targeted crime to the group Darkwire, specifically the individual only known as Hacks. While authorities have link the crimes to this group, they have been slow to act for unknown reason. We can only...." Vaux glared up at the screen, hitting her now empty glass against the counter.
"Mind shutting that garbage off?" Another person, a Gungan missing an eye stalk, glared at the Mandalorian pilot.
"Just cause yousa don't like it, doesn't mean wesa need to stop." Vaux just glared at the Gungan, bringing out her Trayc'kal and eyeing him. The Nabooian, for his part, quickly finished his drink and got away from the bar, apparently only now realizing that ticking the pilot off was a bad idea. Vaux reholstered her weapon, taking another look at the scree before she was given a new drink.
"If they won't do something, maybe someone else should...."