This was getting way too much to Zail, the loud booming of techno music, people yelling or screaming due to wins and losses. So, waiting to hear for a response from Lysle the leader of The Red Ravens. Zail understood the man to be extremely straight forward to the damn point, respect came from the mans fighting ability his energy, aura. In any case, Manidark Zail coms his Jawa guarding The Dark Vesicular his ship. Crimson red was Zail's color, the Slave-XI Class Hunter ships. Dark, is was apart a spec-ops team codenamed ShadowGhost 7 he had seen... a lot of death, produced from not only himself but his team...dead, all. He was split between too choices.
"Prepare the ship for lift off, to orbit the planet I need to release this anger, that man is dead I don't care how it happens or even if die".
"Underrrstood owaaa oria" The Rodricki responded
Zail, left the casino heading to the docking bay, no trouble this time getting into his ship. Entered, closed all doors, and spoke to the com warning his departure. Set a course still in range of The Red Ravens, to hear about his job, he didn't need new weapons at the time he had a ton. Thinking about the job, too kill a agent of The Black Suns. Or, to kill the man who murdered his family five years ago...
