Servus
Just a wee bit of anarchy never hurt
Corellia
Just Outside of CEC Shipyards
Permission from Ayden
"I suppose this is what you get when you hire Corellian trash."
Servus sighed and tapped his fingers on the lawn chair he had set up just outside of the Corellian Engineering Company. He had a front row view of the place and he watched as workers went about their day... building stuff? He knew very little of the actual creation of ships he just knew that they flew. Apparently the CEC Shipyards were some of the best, or, if you asked the people from Corellia, the greatest shipyard in the history of the Galaxy. He was dressed quite outlandish for this venture. A giant cowboy hat with a feather in it that he had won off of some guy in the Cantina. Maybe won was not the legal term for it, they called it murder around here, but that's what happens when you accuse a man of cheating in poker.
Of course Servus WAS cheating, but, that is beside the point.
He held up the binoculars and placed them against the very stylish black shades he was wearing and looked into the area he had sent his little jockey. "Oh Stanly, my dear!" He beckoned for the malnourished boy he had taken on as his servant, his sandy blonde hair was terribly dirty, and the clothes he was wearing had not been changed in probably months. How had he come across this boy again? Oh yes, he kidnapped him, which reminded Servus. "By the way, Stanly, your parents DID respond to the ransom I sent them. I must say, I did not expect them too, so I just told them you were dead. Terribly sad, really."
The boy whimpered slightly, but, Servus had trained him to realize that his petty emotions were useless. "What is it, Master?"
"Did I or did I not tell that buffoon of a worker to plant the tracking device in the most populated area in the building?"
"You did, Master."
"Then could you please explain to me WHY he is nowhere to be seen? He is five minutes late, and I am going to be honest with you, he has one more minute to get there before I just blow the damned thing. Any update from him?"
The blonde boy pulled the comm out of his pocket and checked it. "N...no, he has not sent any notifications."
Servus sighed loudly and plopped his head into his hands. "Impossible to find good work these days." He reached down and grabbed the detonator from the bag and smiled wickedly from ear to ear. "Well, at least something is going to blow up, it's been too long since I have heard the musical squeal of panicked citizens." Reaching down, he grabbed the ice tea that had a ridiculous straw that looped in ridiculous ways with an umbrella poking out of the top, and he took a sip. "Be a good lad and count down from five!"
Begrudgingly, he began to count down. "Five, four, three..."
An explosion rocked the building, fire shooting out of a random wing, what looked like to be the Engineering Wing. Servus cackled loudly and clapped his hands as the screams slowly filled the air. The crackle of the fire from the explosion was like music to his ears, but the fun was just beginning. Shooting up, he grabbed his pack of C-4, and he slung it over his shoulder. "Draw an obscenity in the ground for me, Stanly, being childish is oh so fun." He cackled again and took off in the direction of the CEC Shipyards, he would use the ensuing chaos as a distraction to get inside.
Just Outside of CEC Shipyards
Permission from Ayden
"I suppose this is what you get when you hire Corellian trash."
Servus sighed and tapped his fingers on the lawn chair he had set up just outside of the Corellian Engineering Company. He had a front row view of the place and he watched as workers went about their day... building stuff? He knew very little of the actual creation of ships he just knew that they flew. Apparently the CEC Shipyards were some of the best, or, if you asked the people from Corellia, the greatest shipyard in the history of the Galaxy. He was dressed quite outlandish for this venture. A giant cowboy hat with a feather in it that he had won off of some guy in the Cantina. Maybe won was not the legal term for it, they called it murder around here, but that's what happens when you accuse a man of cheating in poker.
Of course Servus WAS cheating, but, that is beside the point.
He held up the binoculars and placed them against the very stylish black shades he was wearing and looked into the area he had sent his little jockey. "Oh Stanly, my dear!" He beckoned for the malnourished boy he had taken on as his servant, his sandy blonde hair was terribly dirty, and the clothes he was wearing had not been changed in probably months. How had he come across this boy again? Oh yes, he kidnapped him, which reminded Servus. "By the way, Stanly, your parents DID respond to the ransom I sent them. I must say, I did not expect them too, so I just told them you were dead. Terribly sad, really."
The boy whimpered slightly, but, Servus had trained him to realize that his petty emotions were useless. "What is it, Master?"
"Did I or did I not tell that buffoon of a worker to plant the tracking device in the most populated area in the building?"
"You did, Master."
"Then could you please explain to me WHY he is nowhere to be seen? He is five minutes late, and I am going to be honest with you, he has one more minute to get there before I just blow the damned thing. Any update from him?"
The blonde boy pulled the comm out of his pocket and checked it. "N...no, he has not sent any notifications."
Servus sighed loudly and plopped his head into his hands. "Impossible to find good work these days." He reached down and grabbed the detonator from the bag and smiled wickedly from ear to ear. "Well, at least something is going to blow up, it's been too long since I have heard the musical squeal of panicked citizens." Reaching down, he grabbed the ice tea that had a ridiculous straw that looped in ridiculous ways with an umbrella poking out of the top, and he took a sip. "Be a good lad and count down from five!"
Begrudgingly, he began to count down. "Five, four, three..."
An explosion rocked the building, fire shooting out of a random wing, what looked like to be the Engineering Wing. Servus cackled loudly and clapped his hands as the screams slowly filled the air. The crackle of the fire from the explosion was like music to his ears, but the fun was just beginning. Shooting up, he grabbed his pack of C-4, and he slung it over his shoulder. "Draw an obscenity in the ground for me, Stanly, being childish is oh so fun." He cackled again and took off in the direction of the CEC Shipyards, he would use the ensuing chaos as a distraction to get inside.
