Thraxis mumbled under his breath as they all slowly boarded one after the other, he hadn't seen it transpire but once he pressed the button and went for a walk of the ship he noticed them all about, his teeth rubbed against each other, the whole lot of them were green. An Amateur even. Yet here he was, told by Flannigan that these were some blood thirsty mercenaries come to spill some blood. He pushed back the thoughts, there had to be an inkling of truth, some form of truth coaxed between his words yet everything he thought came to a blank wall. He couldn't climb it, he couldn't go around it. No matter how hard he tried that wall kept popping back as his fingers started to scratch at his helmet.
Then it all snapped, he looked with widened eyes, a slight chuckle echoing from his mask as he watched the tiny droid begin to dance of the dashboard. Slowly he pulled himself away, going to a small room as he began to scream as high as he could, "Flannigan, I am going to choke you with your own accursed wires when this is done!" he continued with the scratching, he could almost feel the Phirik giving into his nails, though in truth, they began to split blood, he couldn't feel anything. He thought he was a master of Psychological warfare, yet this lot. This lot. He looked between them all, what was he stuck with, some pint-sized ego complex, some, even more, pint sized queen of the cheesy dancing, somewhat he could only assume was a Mando who was from what he could tell was busy slabbing duct tape onto the walls and some overconfident tough girl whose mouth was bigger then her head.
After what felt like the eternity he walked out of that room, his mask dangling between a finger as specks of blood dripped down, his black eyes wide and a permanent smile almost etched on his face as he walked along, a trail of blood following him with every step as he finally got off the ship. He took a deep breath, looking towards the ship as he waited for everyone to get off. His voice calm and almost methodical, "Okay everyone. This is called the Black Bird. Some old Hutt ship. We are now, going to search it. The rule is finders keepers." his voice had turned from militant to quiet as if he had been snapped. His trust was hard to gain and Flannigan had all but squandered it. Bloodthirsty mercenaries he said, something that was not that, he got. "Any questions?" he inquired with nothing but irony in every word. "None perfect let us move on." he snapped, not even letting them get a word in edgewise as he looked around, it seemed the East way was locked but the South route was still to be taken. And with a step, he began to approach it. He wasn't going to waste time cracking his skull against the wall. He was going to find the Terminal room.
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