Progflaw99
Well-Known Member
Location: Open Air Market, Faldos
Objective: 4, Escape the Market
Post: (3)
Ah faldos, the land of opportunity - if you're willing to look for it. Buruk Surhai of Clan Vhe'viin found himself on Faldos for a number of reasons, but the main one? Disruptors. Oh sure, he could have gone to any other backwater world closer to home to pick up a disruptor but this was something special. So far he hadn't had as much luck as he'd hoped, the merchants had been tight lipped, wary of the outsider.
It wasn't terribly odd to find a Mandalorian in these parts of the galaxy, bounty hunters, private security, even solo ventures cropped up just about everywhere. Buruk however was non of those - at least he hadn't had to stoop that low yet. The Alor'ad of Clan Vhe'viin took his time. He'd been following the transactions of a local gun runner, word was he had what Buruk was looking for. The only way to find out would be to approach him.
As inconspicuously as possible, he began his way across the market, eyes set on the man's small stall - he would find what he was looking for, one way or the other.
Objective: 4, Escape the Market
Post: (3)
Ah faldos, the land of opportunity - if you're willing to look for it. Buruk Surhai of Clan Vhe'viin found himself on Faldos for a number of reasons, but the main one? Disruptors. Oh sure, he could have gone to any other backwater world closer to home to pick up a disruptor but this was something special. So far he hadn't had as much luck as he'd hoped, the merchants had been tight lipped, wary of the outsider.
It wasn't terribly odd to find a Mandalorian in these parts of the galaxy, bounty hunters, private security, even solo ventures cropped up just about everywhere. Buruk however was non of those - at least he hadn't had to stoop that low yet. The Alor'ad of Clan Vhe'viin took his time. He'd been following the transactions of a local gun runner, word was he had what Buruk was looking for. The only way to find out would be to approach him.
As inconspicuously as possible, he began his way across the market, eyes set on the man's small stall - he would find what he was looking for, one way or the other.