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Surprise surprise, Tatooine was still a shithole.
Not for the first time, Carter found himself questioning his own sanity. In times like these there was no end of jobs to be found, and yet he'd chosen the assignment on this scum infested dustball. Admittedly the extra zeroes at the end of the reward statement had been enticing, though now Carter was beginning to wonder whether the assignment was worth it. One could only wiggle the sand out from between their buttcheeks so many times before it became a tiresome affair.
He had few ties to this Alliance that had elected to employ him, but then that was the point. He had no idea why they wanted him to gather information here other than it had something to do with the Confederacy. Wasn't relevant anyway. As soon as the credits were transferred into his account he'd be on his way to the next op.
The wind whipped at his trench coat as he marched his way out of the sandstorm. The doors to the cantina hissed open as he drew near, allowing a billow of sand to flow in behind him as they eased shut. He ran a hand over his face to wipe away some of the sand as he made his way to the sparsely populated bar, sliding a credit chit across to the bartender as he spoke. "Balmoraan Bluesky."
The bartender obliged. Carter turned as the neon blue drink was handed to him, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out if his contact had made it here yet or not. A cursory scan told him no. All he could do was wait now.
Not for the first time, Carter found himself questioning his own sanity. In times like these there was no end of jobs to be found, and yet he'd chosen the assignment on this scum infested dustball. Admittedly the extra zeroes at the end of the reward statement had been enticing, though now Carter was beginning to wonder whether the assignment was worth it. One could only wiggle the sand out from between their buttcheeks so many times before it became a tiresome affair.
He had few ties to this Alliance that had elected to employ him, but then that was the point. He had no idea why they wanted him to gather information here other than it had something to do with the Confederacy. Wasn't relevant anyway. As soon as the credits were transferred into his account he'd be on his way to the next op.
The wind whipped at his trench coat as he marched his way out of the sandstorm. The doors to the cantina hissed open as he drew near, allowing a billow of sand to flow in behind him as they eased shut. He ran a hand over his face to wipe away some of the sand as he made his way to the sparsely populated bar, sliding a credit chit across to the bartender as he spoke. "Balmoraan Bluesky."
The bartender obliged. Carter turned as the neon blue drink was handed to him, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out if his contact had made it here yet or not. A cursory scan told him no. All he could do was wait now.
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