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Walker looks up from his feet as he hears DeSuto's question. He's doubting wether to answer it or to keep his business for his own, afterall he didnt care much for the rebellion, he just wanted vengance for the crimes that the Empire had commited upon him and his family.

After thinking for a while, he decides to rise his hand. Afterall, what possible damage could he do that would make the Empire panic. This rebel-help would be more than welcome.

 

<Bountyhunting is what I do for a living these days. Won't say I'm the best but let's say I can find 99% of my targets... >

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DeSuto ever so slightly tips his head down towards Ishtah. He grabs his helmet out of the chair he set it in and slips it over his head; he has no hair on his head whatsoever and his eyes are slighty flourescent blue. His goggles seem to be tinted black. He readjusts the sniper rifle so its strapped to his back instead of on his shoulder.

 

Speaking through the mask a baritone insect-like voice cuts through the air. "So it sounds like this whole opperation is on our shoulders? I'll sign on if I'm assured some means of living once this is all over. I'm not one to get involved in politics, I'm a simple mercenary."

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To Ishtah:

 

The commander looks at you with a bit of suspicion, then replies, trying but failing to hide his discomfort. "Yes, if high ranking Imperials are what you are after, there will be enough to satisfy your.... request...."

 

To Kell Olafsson and DeSuto:

 

The commander turns to address both of you at once. "You have no need to worry about money. All of you will be paid well for your efforts. But if the promise of future credits is not enough motivation, when you arrive on Habassa you will find five thousand credits in your account."

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"Of course not. You will recieve more payment information once we know better what is required from you. Now if there are no other questions, I wish you all good luck. Your ships are ready to depart from the main hangar, collect your equipment and meet your pilots there. Dismissed."
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Anya waits as the others file past her from the briefing room discussing their various missions. Wistfully she looks at the people chatting amicably, wanting to join in, yet silently holding back. Following the others she heads down to the hangars. She has most of gear already packed. Kneeling down she doublechecks to make sure that her stolen files are where she left them. "My life in a carryall.... How depressing." she thinks to herself.

 

As she starts to get up, she slips on something. Trying to regain her balance, she grabs onto the first thing she sees - which happens to be the arm of the mercenary(DeSuto) who spoke earlier at the briefing. Anya turns bright red with embarassment and quickly snatches her hand away.

 

"Oh my! I'm am so sorry about that, I must have slipped on something. I'm usually not so clumsy. My name is Anya.... Anya Triellanov. It looks like we'll be shipmates together.....glad to meet you....." she trails off lamely.

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A slight snort of amusement issues from Ishtah as one of his associates seemingly collides with another, hoping that she will refrain from doing that when it counts.

 

Wealth, is that the driving force behind this mission? He supposed he could relate, after all, he cared little for the empire or the rebellion. If he had not taken this path, he would surely have sought employment from the empire. Wookie hunting was a common trade back home.

 

"Hsssssss" These accursed lights! Though his eyes had grown accustomed to the brightness that most of galactic neighbours lived in, he still got caught unawares now and then.

 

He strode into the hanger and positioned himself where his sensitive eyes could have all around him, in his field of vision.

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Kell pursed his lips. Well it was a start. He would save it for the time when he could no longer fly and might settle down. If he could settle down. The thought of having to stay in one place was just too appaling to consider.

 

His equipment was by and large already on the ship. He'd double check those idiots doing the repairs hadn't helped themselves to any souvenirs. Thieves the lot of 'em!

 

As he walked out of the room he called back to the others. "It's gonna be a might cosy. Hope you realise we are all on the same side." He glances at Ishtah and DeSuto. "All on the same side in my ship. Understand me!"

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Ishtah gritted his fangs as the human asserted his authority. How he loathed them sometimes, their soft skin, their pale features, their scent suffocating him.... However he understood the utter futility of disobeying orders. A slow soft hiss escaped his throat, as he gave an indicative nod that there would be no trouble from the Trandoshan.

 

The thought of rending the skin from a well guarded imperial official will keep him in check.

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