Tatooine
The Drunken Freighter
Mission: Collect One Sith Defensive Posture Plans
[member="Scarlett Orion"] [member="Crowley Furtim"]
The bar was a seedy joint, on an even seedier planet. So far she'd travelled months just to come here. A simple hole in the wall bar, where she was supposed to meet a source. The source in question was a rat, or a defector from his own cause.
He was a One Sith Captain or something of the like, who'd been slowly turned by his own people. Witnessing the atrocities of the Sith and their warfleets must have taken a toll on him. The funny part was she wasn't even looking for sources, but a friend of a friend had hooked her up through a former PMC she worked under.
"Ha, over 20, you lose!"
Her face flushed a bit at the loss. Amber eyes blazed fire as she slapped the last of her gambling budget on the rusty steel table. She wasn't fully in the game, more preoccupied searching the room for her source. Supposedly a Crinan guard, a remnant of the old Imperial Remnant.
"Alright again."
"You sure girl? You suck at this game."
"Did I put the money on the table or not?" Silara asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Hmmm alright, again."
And they continued, her keeping an eye on the door, and ahand on her concealed DL-44...
The Drunken Freighter
Mission: Collect One Sith Defensive Posture Plans
[member="Scarlett Orion"] [member="Crowley Furtim"]
The bar was a seedy joint, on an even seedier planet. So far she'd travelled months just to come here. A simple hole in the wall bar, where she was supposed to meet a source. The source in question was a rat, or a defector from his own cause.
He was a One Sith Captain or something of the like, who'd been slowly turned by his own people. Witnessing the atrocities of the Sith and their warfleets must have taken a toll on him. The funny part was she wasn't even looking for sources, but a friend of a friend had hooked her up through a former PMC she worked under.
"Ha, over 20, you lose!"
Her face flushed a bit at the loss. Amber eyes blazed fire as she slapped the last of her gambling budget on the rusty steel table. She wasn't fully in the game, more preoccupied searching the room for her source. Supposedly a Crinan guard, a remnant of the old Imperial Remnant.
"Alright again."
"You sure girl? You suck at this game."
"Did I put the money on the table or not?" Silara asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Hmmm alright, again."
And they continued, her keeping an eye on the door, and ahand on her concealed DL-44...
