Roman Nicholas
Character
OOC Info:
Location: Nicholas Salvage & Logistics, Coronet City, Corellia.
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Roman was performing his usual tasks in the scrapyard, today he was testing out an average civilian hyperdrive, analyzing it deeply to exactly find out it's potential and the profit it could yield from selling to the Corellian Exchange. The door to the tech and pawn shop hisses open, a figure in a very flashy suit arriving. Roman knew who it was, and stopped kneeling beside the hyperdrive and stood up. Just when Roman stands up, a Rodian labourer in his yard accidentally bumps him and clumsily the Rodian drops whatever components it was carrying. Roman let out a sigh before helping the Rodian and entering the tech and pawn shop, to meet the local Corellian Exchange handler he was assigned to, a man who goes by the name of Sonny Persian.
"Hmm, Roman. Glad to see you. You have some caf?"
"No. Why are you here?"
"Errands. I want you to run a small errand for me, nothing big."
"You know and I have said you before--"
"I don't care about your stupid business schedules, you lout. Your little shop here or your business wouldn't even exist if I don't approve, so shut up and listen."
"...."
"Good. so, Corsec is running some sweeps near the primary hangar because they've heard information of high-profile transport passing through. I need you to load that crate on the repulsor-skiff outside your shop, bring it back here, and hide it in that junk you call inventory. Understood?"
"Fine, I'll get your crates. But If Corsec intercepts me, you're paying the bribe fee out of your own pocket."
"Just get it done. It's your fault if you do get into such a stupid scenario anyways, why would I pay the bribe fee?"
"Fine. I am going.."
Roman walks to the other side of the counter, and just as he enters close proximity near Sonny, Roman is met with a sharp punch to the gut from Sonny.
Roman grunts, holds the edge of the counter with his right hand to balance himself, looking down at the floor as Sonny speaks.
"Maybe I hit you too hard there, Roman. But just remember who owns you."
Location: Nicholas Salvage & Logistics, Coronet City, Corellia.
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Roman was performing his usual tasks in the scrapyard, today he was testing out an average civilian hyperdrive, analyzing it deeply to exactly find out it's potential and the profit it could yield from selling to the Corellian Exchange. The door to the tech and pawn shop hisses open, a figure in a very flashy suit arriving. Roman knew who it was, and stopped kneeling beside the hyperdrive and stood up. Just when Roman stands up, a Rodian labourer in his yard accidentally bumps him and clumsily the Rodian drops whatever components it was carrying. Roman let out a sigh before helping the Rodian and entering the tech and pawn shop, to meet the local Corellian Exchange handler he was assigned to, a man who goes by the name of Sonny Persian.
"Hmm, Roman. Glad to see you. You have some caf?"
"No. Why are you here?"
"Errands. I want you to run a small errand for me, nothing big."
"You know and I have said you before--"
"I don't care about your stupid business schedules, you lout. Your little shop here or your business wouldn't even exist if I don't approve, so shut up and listen."
"...."
"Good. so, Corsec is running some sweeps near the primary hangar because they've heard information of high-profile transport passing through. I need you to load that crate on the repulsor-skiff outside your shop, bring it back here, and hide it in that junk you call inventory. Understood?"
"Fine, I'll get your crates. But If Corsec intercepts me, you're paying the bribe fee out of your own pocket."
"Just get it done. It's your fault if you do get into such a stupid scenario anyways, why would I pay the bribe fee?"
"Fine. I am going.."
Roman walks to the other side of the counter, and just as he enters close proximity near Sonny, Roman is met with a sharp punch to the gut from Sonny.
Roman grunts, holds the edge of the counter with his right hand to balance himself, looking down at the floor as Sonny speaks.
"Maybe I hit you too hard there, Roman. But just remember who owns you."
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