Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170802014008

"Stop, children, what's that sound? Everybody look - what's going down..." Estellia's commlink quietly played as she ate breakfast alone on the rooftop of the FOB. Dried Gihaal fishmeal and Haarshun bread along with one fresh apple; shame for anyone downwind of her. Mandalorian fishmeal was notorious for its extremely pungent smell rivaled only by its shelf life. Most of it was finished anyway, the mercenary was now just enjoying some fruit and probably the only peace and quiet she'd have for the rest of the day, evening, and next morning at any rate.

"what a field day for the heat...a thousand people in the street...singing songs and carrying signs...mostly say 'hooray for our side'..." with just the core of the apple left, she gave it an underarm toss into the air and drew her shotgun with the other.


 * BLAAM!!*

She completely missed.


 * BLAAM!!*

''What!? I always get it first try... ''she thought to herself as only small scraps drifted back down towards the ground. Last night, she overheard some of the jedi grumbling about an abnormal sense of darkness on this planet. (Wolfe shattering the pot was actually what woke her up this morning) Now, even she was starting to feel it. In the few minutes she had before deployment, Stella felt it wouldn't be a bad idea to place a call to her fiance.

Dac, Coral City...

In a gruff looking bar on the seedy side of town, Stahlfritz was partaking in what the rest of the galaxy called a "pissing contest". His opponent, a Mon Calamari smuggler type with a bad eye and a gruff voice from a synthesizer.

"...so yeah, I guess if I can smuggle a week old wookie corpse through Tatooine, I can smuggle guns, spice, anything else you keep in that hauler of yours." the Mando said, leaning down on the bar.

"uh huh. So I guess I can retire and let my 6 year old daughter take over the business ever since she 'smuggled' that candy bar out of that store the other week." the Mon Cal replied in a metallic tone, coughing twice afterward.

"Hey, I'm not going to tell you how to parent nor am I saying you're bad at your job. Everyone's got a niche and my niche is still killing, I'm just saying smuggling's a niche that's got room for a lot." his commlink started ringing. "-ah, I gotta take this, y'know. The women and all." he spun around on his barstool.

"Hey Stella." he said in a much more tender tone. The patron next to him almost had to do a double take; did he just hear that coming out of a Mandalorian?

"Hey Fritz...this whole place...just feels wrong. Ever since we landed, the Jetti,  all of 'em don't look so hot. Something's riding thier nerves and it's starting to spread..."

"Hmmm...is that your Midi-chlorian count I hear going up?"

"Real funny. Look, I don't wanna back out on this job. Not in front your mother, but...I just needed someone to talk to is all." Stella's breathing got slightly more ragged.

"I get that." Fritz nodded, even though comms were voice only. "I get that." His commlink rang again, it's cacophanous beeping piercing the moment between the two. "I'm sorry, but I gotta take this. It's for work." the beeping continued. "go get 'em tiger." with that, Fritz hung up from Stella and switched over to the other caller.

"Finally! Been waiting all night for ya. You found a meeting place for the mark?"

"..."

"Wait, this isn't Hat Yukkra? You're who..."

"..."

"Whaddya mean the mark met up with someone else?! What other mandalor-"

"..."

"Alright, thanks for letting me know. Tell ya what, look in Hat's shoe next time he's drunk. You'll find the money I paid him; since you're the one who's actually being useful, it's yours now. You didn't hear this from me."

"..."

"How do I know that? I have good eyes."

Fritz hung up, gave a sloppy salute to the smuggler saying 'it's been real', and left the bar with rapid pace if he was going to collect his bounty or more accurately, not let an old friend/rival of his show him who was boss.

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Voss, outside Voss-ka...

Not feeling too much better but better than she felt 5 minutes ago, Estellia put her helmet back on and lept off the rooftop. Slowing her fall with her jetpack, she started in the direction of what looked like Command center to start getting ready for the main assault.