Rustbuckets will never go out of style.
Leenic stared down at the surface of Schesa through the cockpit of his ship, the soft whirring of the engines threatening to lull him off to sleep. He had been sitting in the upper atmosphere for the last few hours, awaiting contact from the unknown Secret Police agent that he was supposed to meet up with before diving headfirst into the political nightmare that was Schesa’s civil war. His helmet was sitting next to the hologram display on his dashboard, the rusted beskar illuminated by the navcomputer that was busy charting out the fastest way down to the surface of the planet.
Leenic leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he fought the urge to take a nap. In an attempt to focus on something other than how exhausting the flight had been, he tried rummaging through his brain in search of adrenaline-pumping memories to wake him up. Unsurprisingly, he had some difficulty with this task due to the fact that it seemed like it had been a thousand years since anything interesting happened. After his last deployment with the special forces, he had taken his payment and gone off the grid to go enjoy the rich life on Coruscant. He had spent a couple months doing that before boredom caught up with him and pulled him back into the fray, with him blowing what was left on his money on a new Blaster Rifle and contacting the Zweihander Union for another deployment. What he had gotten was this mission to the middle of nowhere in order to rescue some “very important” (and probably stuck up) politician from the Schesian Civil War. Shaking his head at the memory, Leenic stood up from his chair and stepped into his ship’s armory in order to select which weapons he wanted to use for the next mission.
Subject 73 Red
Leenic leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he fought the urge to take a nap. In an attempt to focus on something other than how exhausting the flight had been, he tried rummaging through his brain in search of adrenaline-pumping memories to wake him up. Unsurprisingly, he had some difficulty with this task due to the fact that it seemed like it had been a thousand years since anything interesting happened. After his last deployment with the special forces, he had taken his payment and gone off the grid to go enjoy the rich life on Coruscant. He had spent a couple months doing that before boredom caught up with him and pulled him back into the fray, with him blowing what was left on his money on a new Blaster Rifle and contacting the Zweihander Union for another deployment. What he had gotten was this mission to the middle of nowhere in order to rescue some “very important” (and probably stuck up) politician from the Schesian Civil War. Shaking his head at the memory, Leenic stood up from his chair and stepped into his ship’s armory in order to select which weapons he wanted to use for the next mission.
Subject 73 Red
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