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Post by de Soto on Jul 12, 2008 9:11:51 GMT
Soto swilled his ale, staring out the window at the bleak city-scape of Nar Shadaa. From the sitting room table, his comlink beeped. The Shistavenen groaned and turned back away from the view.
"Soto here."
"This is Xixor. Where are you?"
"My place on the Smugglers Moon. Why?"
"Have some business I need you take care of. Check your datapad."
Soto looked around, discovering the gadget in his kitchen. He picked it up, looking at the message screen. He opened it, studying the technical readouts and data.
"What's this?"
"Blueprints for the Imperial Armory on Kamino. I need you to lead a team to grab the guns, and bring them back to our warehouse.. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it, I got it." Soto rolled his eye's and growled again into his comlink. "Where am I gonna get a team that this plan specifies? One of them's gotta be a Jedi, or Sith, or something. And an assassin? This is crazy. Most of my boys barely know how to pull a trigger, and these specs call for a demolitions guy, too. You gort any contacts here?"
There was a pause on the other side of the line. Finally, the Black Sun leader spoke again."Not any sober ones, at any rate. Put an add on the evening holonews, or something."
Soto had set the comlink for speaker and was hurredly dressing and arming himself.
"Got it, boss. Count on it."
"Good, Soto. I knew I could trust you."
Soto closed thhe link.
Looking for a few good RP'ers!
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