Vennia Hissox
Character
Location - Coruscant
Violence. It was just part of living on Coruscant now. That was the main thought going Vennia's head as she rammed her shin into the stomach of the Aqualish knelt down on the ground in front of her. Crouching on down, she rummaged through the alien's pockets, grabbing whatever she could find. Credit chits, trinkets, whatever she thought might have had some form of value.
"I need this junk more than you do. Least you get to live, right?"
With those ever so helpful words, the woman pushed herself back up to a standing position and made her way off out of the store and into the streets, as she pulled out a datapad and her communicator. Whoever had hired her for this had some strange rule about not talking to her directly, instead using the datapad but, hey. The pay was pretty good and any goodies she found, she got to keep so, it wasn't that bad.
"Hey. So, I roughed up that Aqualish like you asked. Smashed up his store like you asked. Still not sure why you're asking me to do this stuff but..."
I - P A Y - Y O U - N O T - T O - T H I N K
"Fine, fine. Regular payment, like usual?"
N O - E X T R A - T R E A T - F A M I L Y
"Mhm. Thanks."
Whilst it might have seem like a generous gift from an outsider's perspective, Vennia knew otherwise. It was whoever her client was giving a threat. They knew about Vennia's family. They knew who to go after if she started asking questions around the streets. She ran her hand down her face in frustration, wondering what kind of mess she got herself into. Sure, the jobs had been small so far. Smash up a building over here, kick about someone over there. How long until it started to get into something extreme? Arson, murder, the rest. Someone could fix up their place if she smashed the windows in, they could recover from a beating. But to go beyond that? It wouldn't feel right.
She stuffed the datapad away in her satchel, making her way through the streets towards the local diner once she had checked her credit balance. Looks like her boss had been generous after all, and whilst Vennia could have kept the extra for herself, she was going to treat those she cared for. Even if that treat was just going to be a bunch of greasy slop from some place that just screamed health hazard. At least she could scroll on the Net whilst she waited for her turn in line.
Violence. It was just part of living on Coruscant now. That was the main thought going Vennia's head as she rammed her shin into the stomach of the Aqualish knelt down on the ground in front of her. Crouching on down, she rummaged through the alien's pockets, grabbing whatever she could find. Credit chits, trinkets, whatever she thought might have had some form of value.
"I need this junk more than you do. Least you get to live, right?"
With those ever so helpful words, the woman pushed herself back up to a standing position and made her way off out of the store and into the streets, as she pulled out a datapad and her communicator. Whoever had hired her for this had some strange rule about not talking to her directly, instead using the datapad but, hey. The pay was pretty good and any goodies she found, she got to keep so, it wasn't that bad.
"Hey. So, I roughed up that Aqualish like you asked. Smashed up his store like you asked. Still not sure why you're asking me to do this stuff but..."
I - P A Y - Y O U - N O T - T O - T H I N K
"Fine, fine. Regular payment, like usual?"
N O - E X T R A - T R E A T - F A M I L Y
"Mhm. Thanks."
Whilst it might have seem like a generous gift from an outsider's perspective, Vennia knew otherwise. It was whoever her client was giving a threat. They knew about Vennia's family. They knew who to go after if she started asking questions around the streets. She ran her hand down her face in frustration, wondering what kind of mess she got herself into. Sure, the jobs had been small so far. Smash up a building over here, kick about someone over there. How long until it started to get into something extreme? Arson, murder, the rest. Someone could fix up their place if she smashed the windows in, they could recover from a beating. But to go beyond that? It wouldn't feel right.
She stuffed the datapad away in her satchel, making her way through the streets towards the local diner once she had checked her credit balance. Looks like her boss had been generous after all, and whilst Vennia could have kept the extra for herself, she was going to treat those she cared for. Even if that treat was just going to be a bunch of greasy slop from some place that just screamed health hazard. At least she could scroll on the Net whilst she waited for her turn in line.