Jhira Mereel
Jhira Mereel
was given a nod with a smile, taking note of the instructions for where the plethora of crates were to be delivered. As well as the requested amount of action figures. "I can easily give you nine action figures. I take it an assortment would be best?" She dipped down underneath the counter and pulled out a big box, plopping it onto the countertop. "Take your pick." They were figures from famous and popular holomovies
Jhira meticulously studied the box of action figures, murmuring a rather aggrieved sounding “Oh, yes. I mean, they will argue anyway, but ownership cannot be disputed if each Action figure is unique.” With a precision and care that spoke more eloquently of a life-time in armor than any mere combat maneuver, Jhira began selecting out the chosen figures.
Princess Vespa and
Dark Helmet were cradled in her armored gauntlets, weighed carefully and with a touch of dismay, before she resolutely added them to her collection. “These two will be huge hits, and teaching dispute resolution short of a punch in the nose is part of the job of a parent, right?” A flashing look up at
NPC Treasury
might easily be interpreted as a fierce grin.
Gunslinger Roland and his
Brave Bantha were chosen next. The set came complete with a detachable
synthleather duster and a portable explosive pack for the doomed beast. She wafted the simulated explosives through the air in a rather sad gesture. “Roland can just be that way, sometimes; a good lesson for the kids to take in, I suppose.”
The
Talz Chieftain Thi-Sen, the Mighty
Chiss Explorer Ar’Alani, and the super-hero
Deadpool were each neatly placed in the line of Action Heroes. She paused and pointed to Deadpool. “He’s a Zabrak, right? I mean, given the crazy paint job on his gear?” Jhira would wait a beat for an answer, but she wasn’t sure Kay would have one. The matter might be of gripping importance amongst the under-13 crowd, but very well may never have occurred to the sophisticated lady behind the counter.
The
Wookie Prince and the
Kryat Dragon boxed set were selected out next. Again Jhira hesitated; apparently the dragon could breathe fire?!? Baffled, she almost put it back, then shrugged and placed the box set firmly upon the counter. “Safety with explosives in an important lesson, right? How bad can it be?”
Hera of Ryloth, Champion of Freedom, was reverently placed on the counter next, though Jhira couldn’t find the
VCX-100 light freighter the Twi’lek Captain was famous for piloting.
Last was a long, internal debate with
Judge Dredd in one hand, and
GI Joe (fully articulated!) in the other. After careful consideration, it was Judge Dredd who was placed upon the counter.
“That man could have been a Mandalorian,” Jhira said admiringly, before once more assuming a patient parade rest.