Blade
An all around bad guy.
Blade shifted his shoulder to a more comfortable position while the man spoke. His silhouette was still only outlined by the flickering blue light hitting the side of his body. He continued to glare as the man finished, "That guy is scared and looking to run from some bad people. We're just trying to find him for his ladyfriend. Don't do nothin' stupid now." Blade waited a moment before a response. He believed they new more then they let on.
Blade let out a slow nod, illuminated by the headlights of a passing speeder, he went to turn away before halting. He thought for a moment, this was an opportunity, if they did know more, walking away wouldn't get him the info, freezing mid-step, he turned back to the group and looked at the droid again though. Somewhere in his prying, he had come across a name. [member="Ava Reizbar"]. Apparently, a Chiss woman who stood out due to her accent, the bartender on the strip had a faint recollection of the description, and after asking around, an older gentleman from the upper levels recognized and gave the name. There was no way of knowing if the name was even that of the woman, but Chiss weren't exactly common here.
Blade held up his wrist to the datapad. He wiped the screen of water droplets and pushed a button. The strong blue light once again beamed from his wrist, projecting an image of a still line, and illuminating his helmet. He pushed a button and the image changed, the line rippled up and down as a grizzly male voice began,
"Ava something... Reiz? Reizen? Reizbar! That's it! Great girl if you need something done, better if you need to DO something." The old perverted voice chuckled before cutting out in static. Blade's attention shifted from the audio recording to the people, awaiting a response. He figured at very least, if they wouldn't willingly help him, he would just stalk them till he got the info he sought. The chances weren't great, but maybe the vague description from a drunk bartender and name from a sleazy old creep would trigger somethin' they hadn't shared. Although it was very possible that the old bastard had just made up the whole thing to champion himself, he may have been on to something.
Anyways, Blade directed his focus on the droid personally. His voice grumbled as he moved, something he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue, but he suppressed it, choosing not to speak.
Blade let out a slow nod, illuminated by the headlights of a passing speeder, he went to turn away before halting. He thought for a moment, this was an opportunity, if they did know more, walking away wouldn't get him the info, freezing mid-step, he turned back to the group and looked at the droid again though. Somewhere in his prying, he had come across a name. [member="Ava Reizbar"]. Apparently, a Chiss woman who stood out due to her accent, the bartender on the strip had a faint recollection of the description, and after asking around, an older gentleman from the upper levels recognized and gave the name. There was no way of knowing if the name was even that of the woman, but Chiss weren't exactly common here.
Blade held up his wrist to the datapad. He wiped the screen of water droplets and pushed a button. The strong blue light once again beamed from his wrist, projecting an image of a still line, and illuminating his helmet. He pushed a button and the image changed, the line rippled up and down as a grizzly male voice began,
"Ava something... Reiz? Reizen? Reizbar! That's it! Great girl if you need something done, better if you need to DO something." The old perverted voice chuckled before cutting out in static. Blade's attention shifted from the audio recording to the people, awaiting a response. He figured at very least, if they wouldn't willingly help him, he would just stalk them till he got the info he sought. The chances weren't great, but maybe the vague description from a drunk bartender and name from a sleazy old creep would trigger somethin' they hadn't shared. Although it was very possible that the old bastard had just made up the whole thing to champion himself, he may have been on to something.
Anyways, Blade directed his focus on the droid personally. His voice grumbled as he moved, something he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue, but he suppressed it, choosing not to speak.