RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
It had been quite some time since Vassara had been back here. Not since she was a padawan roaming the voids really. The Red Shift Cantina. Tucked away in the back of an asteroid base and very secluded.
The place looked seedy as ever. Filled with spacers and other Underground operatives from all walks of life, it was a veritable explosion of colors and different weapons. Vassara herself was here today on a special occasion
"Evening Jax." She said, throwing a wry grin at the bartender. Behind her two mercs with a wooden crate walked, letting it knock between their armored thigh plates as they walked.
"Well well, aint seen you round these parts? What brings you back."
She scratched her shoulder errantly and fished a credit chip out, throwing it onto the table.
"Oh you know, the war, did you send out the call like I asked?"
"Sure did, got a backroom reserved for you folks too. Care to go now?"
Jax already knew her order, and slid a tankard of Corellian ale across the dull grey counter top.
"Sure thing, c'mon guys."
As she walked to the backroom her black and red trimmed coat fluttered behind her. The new Shotgun on her back shifted slightly, this way and that. It was heavier than the Czerka Combat Model she'd been using for some time. That was of course why she was here, new shotguns to be issued!
The others were no doubt en route, so now she simply waited...
The place looked seedy as ever. Filled with spacers and other Underground operatives from all walks of life, it was a veritable explosion of colors and different weapons. Vassara herself was here today on a special occasion
"Evening Jax." She said, throwing a wry grin at the bartender. Behind her two mercs with a wooden crate walked, letting it knock between their armored thigh plates as they walked.
"Well well, aint seen you round these parts? What brings you back."
She scratched her shoulder errantly and fished a credit chip out, throwing it onto the table.
"Oh you know, the war, did you send out the call like I asked?"
"Sure did, got a backroom reserved for you folks too. Care to go now?"
Jax already knew her order, and slid a tankard of Corellian ale across the dull grey counter top.
"Sure thing, c'mon guys."
As she walked to the backroom her black and red trimmed coat fluttered behind her. The new Shotgun on her back shifted slightly, this way and that. It was heavier than the Czerka Combat Model she'd been using for some time. That was of course why she was here, new shotguns to be issued!
The others were no doubt en route, so now she simply waited...