Edaline Black
Character
An ad posted on the holonet, taking the form of a voice recording. Contact info included
It begins with the sound of someone's throat clearing. "This thing on? Oh my word that sounds terrible!" There's the sound of metal dinging and static as it seems the microphone is being assaulted by a metal toed boot. "Cheap junk. Figures. Jawas don't know a damn thing about microphones. Where was I? Oh right. The job....Where...I have to pay....you....Ugh. I'm rethinking this already. I'm gonna keep going before I change my mind." There's a deep sigh before the recording continues. "I'm a merchant, typically, though I don't focus on anything in particular. I just sell whatever junk I find or come across. I have so many clone war era blasters in my cargo hold it's beginning to become a problem. Anyways, getting side tracked again. There is one item I deal in and search for. Relics. Sith relics, jedi relics, jed'aii relics, Zarak Shaa relics, the underpants of darth Nihilus, I do not care. If it's ancient history, specifically ancient force history? I. Want. It. Sadly, I am a bag of flesh, and things can hurt me. I do not like being hurt, yet these relics are in dangerous places. That's why I need a meatsa- I mean uh...." There's a nervous chuckle. "Helper, to watch my back and make sure nothing done results in death or injury. Preferably someone experienced in dealing with traps. I don't care if the experience is from robbing banks, I just want the job done. I have some ruins in mind, and I'll tell you the location once we meet. I don't want anyone taking the loot before we get there! You'll be paid once the job is finished, and you can have a fair share of whatever treasure we find. Don't disappoint me. The last guy I was with tripped on a tock and broke his neck. We didn't even get to the first trap! Ugh." The recording ends with a click.
-Edaline Black
It begins with the sound of someone's throat clearing. "This thing on? Oh my word that sounds terrible!" There's the sound of metal dinging and static as it seems the microphone is being assaulted by a metal toed boot. "Cheap junk. Figures. Jawas don't know a damn thing about microphones. Where was I? Oh right. The job....Where...I have to pay....you....Ugh. I'm rethinking this already. I'm gonna keep going before I change my mind." There's a deep sigh before the recording continues. "I'm a merchant, typically, though I don't focus on anything in particular. I just sell whatever junk I find or come across. I have so many clone war era blasters in my cargo hold it's beginning to become a problem. Anyways, getting side tracked again. There is one item I deal in and search for. Relics. Sith relics, jedi relics, jed'aii relics, Zarak Shaa relics, the underpants of darth Nihilus, I do not care. If it's ancient history, specifically ancient force history? I. Want. It. Sadly, I am a bag of flesh, and things can hurt me. I do not like being hurt, yet these relics are in dangerous places. That's why I need a meatsa- I mean uh...." There's a nervous chuckle. "Helper, to watch my back and make sure nothing done results in death or injury. Preferably someone experienced in dealing with traps. I don't care if the experience is from robbing banks, I just want the job done. I have some ruins in mind, and I'll tell you the location once we meet. I don't want anyone taking the loot before we get there! You'll be paid once the job is finished, and you can have a fair share of whatever treasure we find. Don't disappoint me. The last guy I was with tripped on a tock and broke his neck. We didn't even get to the first trap! Ugh." The recording ends with a click.
-Edaline Black
