Trouble

[Duncan Voidstar]

Duncan Voidstar was standing outside his ship the Omen. He wore a simple grey colored shirt with a pair of light blue pants his DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol strapped safely in his holster. Looking around at the shuttle bay on Coruscant he sighed he was waiting for someone to come and inspect his ship for any not so legal goods. Thankfully he paid off the guy who normally did it, but it was taking to long for him to show he was getting bored. Plus Duncan wasn't a patient man, and he had to get the shipment to his buyers friend on Coruscant soon anyway.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

"You hold him, and don’t let him out of your sight until I get back.”

The two Stormtroopers alongside Kyle had the main in their grip, his frame small between the two ominous figures clad in the unmistaken white armor of the Imperial war machine.

Kyle was still new to things, but being new meant he had no strong allegiances with anyone who may have been able to slip a few credits here or there around the docking bays. This was his turn to patrol, and no new faces were getting past.

Amor softly clicked on the metallic walkway as Kyle moved out, E11 in his hands. The ship ahead was his target, and it seemed the pilot wasn’t expecting a Stormtrooper with armor of the First Order to be heading towards him. Still, Kyle had a job to do and he would do it.

A black hand pointed out to the pilot.

"Is this the Omen? If so, prepare for inspection please.”

[member="Duncan Voidstar"]

 

[Duncan Voidstar]

He glanced at the Stormtrooper and silently cursed. "Yes this is the Omen It's ready for inspection might I know where Seth is?" he said talking about the man who normally did the inspection. He knew he would probably have to run soon, but didn't want to quite. He would need to distract or incapacitate the Stormtrooper some how. He glanced away to see if there were any other Stormtroopers or guards around.

 

[Connor Harrison]

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Sorry this is so late! Not getting a notification, I didn't think you'd replied!

The black eyes of the First Order helmet were cast over the ship as Kyle spoke monotonously.

"If you're referring to the individual being held in Imperial custody, you won't be seeing him for sometime.”

Kyle turned to face the pilot, the E11 in his hands.

"What's the problem? Something you don't want us to see?”

[member="Duncan Voidstar"]