Davin Jusik
TIE Bomber LT- DREX
Kalee
Imperial Center
Kriegsherrn Cantina
The cantina buzzed with an air that a particular Imperial Agent hadn't seen in too long, Imperial Cantinas always had a different feel to the native than the casual observer. Max was on a short break from his shadowing of the infamous former leader of the Ravens Lysle, and had taken the time to return back to Imperial Space for it. It'd been a long month. Mostly spent helping a criminal be a criminal from what outside observers could tell, but the Lysle's goals had shifted significantly from what they had been. Then there was Mouse, the enigmatic faceless slicer who'd gotten him out of a couple jams and been a better provider of intel than any organization he'd ever worked for.
But he didn't want to think about those things.
Max spent every waking moment thinking about the mission while he was on the clock.
His lies.
Max shook the poisonous thoughts off and ordered himself a Corellian ale. He certainly killed less people as an Agent than he did as a trooper so that was a plus. Along with not being responsible for the lives of forty men every time he worked.
Not so bad.
Max looked around for a conversation, something to knock him out of his funk.
[member="Maxi"]
Imperial Center
Kriegsherrn Cantina
The cantina buzzed with an air that a particular Imperial Agent hadn't seen in too long, Imperial Cantinas always had a different feel to the native than the casual observer. Max was on a short break from his shadowing of the infamous former leader of the Ravens Lysle, and had taken the time to return back to Imperial Space for it. It'd been a long month. Mostly spent helping a criminal be a criminal from what outside observers could tell, but the Lysle's goals had shifted significantly from what they had been. Then there was Mouse, the enigmatic faceless slicer who'd gotten him out of a couple jams and been a better provider of intel than any organization he'd ever worked for.
But he didn't want to think about those things.
Max spent every waking moment thinking about the mission while he was on the clock.
His lies.
Max shook the poisonous thoughts off and ordered himself a Corellian ale. He certainly killed less people as an Agent than he did as a trooper so that was a plus. Along with not being responsible for the lives of forty men every time he worked.
Not so bad.
Max looked around for a conversation, something to knock him out of his funk.
[member="Maxi"]