Dominik Borra
Man In A Suit
Exocron. Certainly a strange place. Hard to get to, isolated, and ruled by criminals. Perfect for making some contacts and sell a crate of illegally stolen weapons. Heck, Dominik had a lot more than one after taking that hovertruck from a weapons factory on Coruscant, but this was to be a small trade and meet some faces that worked for the people who ran the place. Anything bigger and he'd get attention, and he didn't want that. He used to have at least one contact here, but because of the gas giant it was inside of there was no way to make regular contact. He had to do it in person, or at least on-world. A lot of people died during his ten years asleep. How many died here?
It turned out that the one person he knew didn't die, surprisingly. He was a muscular Togruta that looked like he was part rhino, called Basip. He had kept his head down and done his job, even got a few promotions. Once Dominik made contact, a meet was set up for him to exchange the crate. A small thing, really. It was probably going to just be Dominik, Basip, and maybe two of his people. That was not what it turned into.
Dominik stood there at one end of the hanger where it was arranged to be, near the large hanger doors that stood open. His single crate of weapons sat behind his legs, and a number of metal crates and boxes stood around the far side. The middle was empty, clear for where ships would land. For now, there was none. Basip and three of his subordinates walked with him towards Dominik, but he was already itching to run. Basip's demeanor was too much like a hungry shark closing in on an unsuspecting tuna, and Dominik could see the barrel of a rifle, held by someone ready to come around the corner of the large shipping container to one side, poking out. These guys were amateurs, or at least that one was, but if there was one, there were probably thugs behind each container and crate. But if he ran now, he would show Basip that he wasn't so scary anymore, not so invincible and who could be scared away from his payment. Sure, it would be worse to be dead, but Dominik had been in worse straights. Didn't mean this was a walk in the park, or anyting.
Dominik wore a dark gray tight-fitting pilot's jacket with a clear shoulder-holster with an A-180 there. He had a holdout-blaster under his left sleeve, and a combat knife sheathed at the base of his spine on his waist. He had his ace in the hole, his DX-2 Disruptor blaster, was holstered on his right leg. Honestly, it felt like overkill for this small deal, but he was happy he had brought them. His arms were crossed as he stood there, eyes not focused on anything but everything, taking in anything that moved.
Basip stopped about thirty feet from Dominik and spoke, voice loud and resonant. "So, White Agent, what's with the color change? Never seen you out of that white armor you used to wear." Right, Basip was all the way back from when he was known as Agent Dominion, working for The Project under Sith control. He did have a uniform look back then with some pretty sleek armor. Dominik also didn't fail to notice that Basip stopped far enough away to not get accidentally shot if he gave the order. He knew of the men that were hidden.
"Don't worry about me, Basip. I've seen you've risen in the ranks. No longer a flunky." He could have added, 'like all the men you have hiding', but if Basip was the same twitchy man that Dominik remembered, that just might give him cause to start the party early. "Means you have more to pay me." Dominik said. What was his plan to get out of this? Shoot his way out? Possible, but besides the crate of guns at his calves, he had no cover. It would also be messy and unproductive. If Basip brought this much firepower, it either meant that he was intimidated, or wanted to intimidate.
Basip barked a single laugh. "It means I have more weight on my side to negotiate, less to pay, more to gain."
"Really?" Dominik said, frowning and shifting his weight to center on both legs, easier for quick ducking behind something. "You know I don't want credits. I want connections. People. Information."
"And you know that one crate of weapons is only worth credits." He smiled, showing teeth that he had actually sharpened. He was really going for that shark look, huh? "And I know that you never only have one thing to trade. You have more weapons. You never don't have them."
Dominik's trigger finger twitched against the handle of the blaster in his shoulder holster, the act hidden by his crossed arms. His eyes narrowed. So that's what the big man wanted.
Okkeus Dainlei
It turned out that the one person he knew didn't die, surprisingly. He was a muscular Togruta that looked like he was part rhino, called Basip. He had kept his head down and done his job, even got a few promotions. Once Dominik made contact, a meet was set up for him to exchange the crate. A small thing, really. It was probably going to just be Dominik, Basip, and maybe two of his people. That was not what it turned into.
Dominik stood there at one end of the hanger where it was arranged to be, near the large hanger doors that stood open. His single crate of weapons sat behind his legs, and a number of metal crates and boxes stood around the far side. The middle was empty, clear for where ships would land. For now, there was none. Basip and three of his subordinates walked with him towards Dominik, but he was already itching to run. Basip's demeanor was too much like a hungry shark closing in on an unsuspecting tuna, and Dominik could see the barrel of a rifle, held by someone ready to come around the corner of the large shipping container to one side, poking out. These guys were amateurs, or at least that one was, but if there was one, there were probably thugs behind each container and crate. But if he ran now, he would show Basip that he wasn't so scary anymore, not so invincible and who could be scared away from his payment. Sure, it would be worse to be dead, but Dominik had been in worse straights. Didn't mean this was a walk in the park, or anyting.
Dominik wore a dark gray tight-fitting pilot's jacket with a clear shoulder-holster with an A-180 there. He had a holdout-blaster under his left sleeve, and a combat knife sheathed at the base of his spine on his waist. He had his ace in the hole, his DX-2 Disruptor blaster, was holstered on his right leg. Honestly, it felt like overkill for this small deal, but he was happy he had brought them. His arms were crossed as he stood there, eyes not focused on anything but everything, taking in anything that moved.
Basip stopped about thirty feet from Dominik and spoke, voice loud and resonant. "So, White Agent, what's with the color change? Never seen you out of that white armor you used to wear." Right, Basip was all the way back from when he was known as Agent Dominion, working for The Project under Sith control. He did have a uniform look back then with some pretty sleek armor. Dominik also didn't fail to notice that Basip stopped far enough away to not get accidentally shot if he gave the order. He knew of the men that were hidden.
"Don't worry about me, Basip. I've seen you've risen in the ranks. No longer a flunky." He could have added, 'like all the men you have hiding', but if Basip was the same twitchy man that Dominik remembered, that just might give him cause to start the party early. "Means you have more to pay me." Dominik said. What was his plan to get out of this? Shoot his way out? Possible, but besides the crate of guns at his calves, he had no cover. It would also be messy and unproductive. If Basip brought this much firepower, it either meant that he was intimidated, or wanted to intimidate.
Basip barked a single laugh. "It means I have more weight on my side to negotiate, less to pay, more to gain."
"Really?" Dominik said, frowning and shifting his weight to center on both legs, easier for quick ducking behind something. "You know I don't want credits. I want connections. People. Information."
"And you know that one crate of weapons is only worth credits." He smiled, showing teeth that he had actually sharpened. He was really going for that shark look, huh? "And I know that you never only have one thing to trade. You have more weapons. You never don't have them."
Dominik's trigger finger twitched against the handle of the blaster in his shoulder holster, the act hidden by his crossed arms. His eyes narrowed. So that's what the big man wanted.
Okkeus Dainlei
