Hard Luck Frank
Prince of Suck
So, I was there. How did I get in? Didn't really matter, but it turns out Mandalorian armor doesn't exactly vanish when they kick the proverbial bucket and if you can get the smell out the heavy plates made for good not dying stuff. It just happened to be during the cleaning that the message for some kind of gathering, meeting thing came over the helmet comlink.
Now when you're a thug and your immediate goals in life were not dying and your next meal, you tend to perk up when you think it's about a job. Turns out...I'm an idiot. I didn't hear much about job offers, no body was handing out sandwiches and the amount of testosterone was enough to make any experienced thug's anus clamp shut, and that was just from the women.
I looked between the speakers as they said lots and lots of stuff that sounded a lot like they didn't have much of a clue about who was Mandalorian and who wasn't. I felt a bit better about that, actually. If they didn't agree then who the hell could tell him he wasn't? Right then and there I decided I was definitely adding 'Mandalorian' to mu resume. The money was practically calling to him already.
So they talked a lot, none of it really made any kinda sense, why sell yourself to just one person? You never join a gang, make money and respect off the world, but stay right out of it. Joining a gang was a one way ticket to getting screwed without a cuddled afterwards. Not my thing. So, I did what any smart thug does, I kept my big mouth shut and my hand near my blaster...oh, and waited for a damn sandwich.
Now when you're a thug and your immediate goals in life were not dying and your next meal, you tend to perk up when you think it's about a job. Turns out...I'm an idiot. I didn't hear much about job offers, no body was handing out sandwiches and the amount of testosterone was enough to make any experienced thug's anus clamp shut, and that was just from the women.
I looked between the speakers as they said lots and lots of stuff that sounded a lot like they didn't have much of a clue about who was Mandalorian and who wasn't. I felt a bit better about that, actually. If they didn't agree then who the hell could tell him he wasn't? Right then and there I decided I was definitely adding 'Mandalorian' to mu resume. The money was practically calling to him already.
So they talked a lot, none of it really made any kinda sense, why sell yourself to just one person? You never join a gang, make money and respect off the world, but stay right out of it. Joining a gang was a one way ticket to getting screwed without a cuddled afterwards. Not my thing. So, I did what any smart thug does, I kept my big mouth shut and my hand near my blaster...oh, and waited for a damn sandwich.