I am a son of the Mountain.
The weeks following Decker's escape from the Hutt Spice Mines had been productive, to say the least. Gaining access to the credits that was owed to him, he became rich in the blink of an eye. If he wanted to ,it would be too easy to retire peacefully and live a lavish life. Peace and tranquility weren't what Decker was about. Where there was money, there was more money, and that was what the Thyrsian believed in.
Now, he was on a venture into CIS space, hoping to find a way to triple the credits he already had. From his seat in their shuttle, Marcellus could see the Lucrehulk Battleship growing closer as Marcellus and his reassembled gang grew near.
"Uh...Boss you sure about this?" A gruff voice called out, pulling the hood down from his scaled head, revealing a young Besalisk.
Impatient eyes fell on the man sitting in front of Marcellus. Contorting his face in an act of disapproval, Marcellus kicked the back of the Besalisks chair. "Hey! Worry about what I tell you to worry about. Get your ass in the back and make sure we're ready to go."
Wincing from the kick, the alien would nod, "You got it." before making his way to the back of the ship and disappearing into the cargo hold.
The pilot, a Zeltros female gave Marcellus a momentary glance. Paying it no mind, Marcellus continued to eye the ship before them until he noticed the young red-skinned alien passing her another look. "What?" He asked.
She would look back to the ship, an uneasy feeling settling over her. "I mean....that's a big ship and a lot of clankers. If this goes south...."
"Aw hell, You too? Look, we're not hear for a fight. Just keep your mouths shut and follow my lead."An absent nod was given as a soft beep rang out over the ship. "They're hailing us, boss." Marcellus would offer a quick smirk before inclining his chin to the ship. "Transmit the codes. We paid a lot of credits to get this far, let's see what we bought."
[member="Darth Metus"]
Now, he was on a venture into CIS space, hoping to find a way to triple the credits he already had. From his seat in their shuttle, Marcellus could see the Lucrehulk Battleship growing closer as Marcellus and his reassembled gang grew near.
"Uh...Boss you sure about this?" A gruff voice called out, pulling the hood down from his scaled head, revealing a young Besalisk.
Impatient eyes fell on the man sitting in front of Marcellus. Contorting his face in an act of disapproval, Marcellus kicked the back of the Besalisks chair. "Hey! Worry about what I tell you to worry about. Get your ass in the back and make sure we're ready to go."
Wincing from the kick, the alien would nod, "You got it." before making his way to the back of the ship and disappearing into the cargo hold.
The pilot, a Zeltros female gave Marcellus a momentary glance. Paying it no mind, Marcellus continued to eye the ship before them until he noticed the young red-skinned alien passing her another look. "What?" He asked.
She would look back to the ship, an uneasy feeling settling over her. "I mean....that's a big ship and a lot of clankers. If this goes south...."
"Aw hell, You too? Look, we're not hear for a fight. Just keep your mouths shut and follow my lead."An absent nod was given as a soft beep rang out over the ship. "They're hailing us, boss." Marcellus would offer a quick smirk before inclining his chin to the ship. "Transmit the codes. We paid a lot of credits to get this far, let's see what we bought."
[member="Darth Metus"]