Private Chess

[Djorn Bline]

V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE REDOUBT

Progress in their dialogue. No threats or sharp comments towards one or the other, not after what had just happened mere moments ago in the hangar. A good start for a base of trust between them, though it was a small ounce; still all forms of relationship started with some extent of trust before it could become solid confidence. Perhaps he could’ve been more...diplomatic with the Chiss, though he was always accustomed to getting things his way with his fists and a blaster. Diplomacy, in his opinion, was for hypocrites and politicians.

“Makes little sense that it was Maw infiltrators that attacked us, they would’ve just killed everyone,” he said, a few seconds later Izoshi answered the call of the cruiser that awaited for them. “Probably a rivaling Chiss House or...” he trailed off thought, not wanting to give the speculation that could be a compromise from within.

“Well, it could be a number of diferent things,” and gave a slight shrug. His hand then reached for two cigars and butane lighter. “Still don’t care for one? I promise they’re as good as what you smoke,” they were, in all honesty, better; most cigars were better than cheap cigarettes anyways.

“And my name isn’t Jon, just so you know.”

Izoshi​