GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
He slid his hands into his pockets, back onto the stairs. He listened to the thug as he began to stroll up the stairs, slowly. He was going back to his his hotel room, taking time and planning his attack on Kallux Brews and his gang. He would need to be quick, sneak round to the ship then go right up, get airborne, get the ship to the spaceport and to the old fella, get the papers signed across then get himself and the woman off this planet. Question the woman and be happy.
He smiled, it was working out. His plan would be perfect, he just didn't expect to have to do any more planning. He'd spent most of the day working, two days on Dromund-Kaas. He looked up lightly, a star glinting in the sky. A star, a star or a planet. He wasn't quite sure, chances are it was a star but for all he knew it could of been a planet.
He strolled back into the hotel room, glad to see that the woman had gone. Chances are, she was in her hotel room now, and Kei would let her sleep. He didn't need her yet, nor did he need T3-J8. If the ship was in good condition, which it sounded like it was, then it would be a case of just getting her airborne and being done with it.
Was the hope, anyway.
He strolled into his hotel room, flopping slightly into a chair. He was tired, walking none stop all day. He hadn't found out much, he'd found out where The Ebon Hawk was, but that was useless because of who had it. He needed to get to the ship, take her and get out. It would be easy, was the theory anyway.
He smiled, it was working out. His plan would be perfect, he just didn't expect to have to do any more planning. He'd spent most of the day working, two days on Dromund-Kaas. He looked up lightly, a star glinting in the sky. A star, a star or a planet. He wasn't quite sure, chances are it was a star but for all he knew it could of been a planet.
He strolled back into the hotel room, glad to see that the woman had gone. Chances are, she was in her hotel room now, and Kei would let her sleep. He didn't need her yet, nor did he need T3-J8. If the ship was in good condition, which it sounded like it was, then it would be a case of just getting her airborne and being done with it.
Was the hope, anyway.
He strolled into his hotel room, flopping slightly into a chair. He was tired, walking none stop all day. He hadn't found out much, he'd found out where The Ebon Hawk was, but that was useless because of who had it. He needed to get to the ship, take her and get out. It would be easy, was the theory anyway.