He sighed. With an attitude like that, maybe he ought to do his Master a favor and dump the girl on Raxus Prime, then reanimate some of those junk titans and see if she thinks getting off-planet under hostile fire would be so easy. "Again, you've clearly been doing nothing but the easiest assignments they can find for you." Starkiller rubbed at the bridge of his nose, an odd sensation when he used the artificial hand.
"Kandar Cee, the spice merchant?" The man's name had been all over the local HoloNet channel, something about a big trade deal going on. Whatever the Emperor's underlying motives, Cee's deal must have been the reason he was marked for death.
Starkiller rolled his eyes. "Whatever, as long as it gets me close enough to the target to do my job." He stopped short. "First mission? I've been--" Starkiller cut himself off, then frowned. "Never mind, it's not like you seem inclined to listen, anyway. Just take me to your ship, then, and tell me I don't want to know why you have a set of men's clothing aboard."
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Date: 2008-10-29 04:00 pm (UTC)"Kandar Cee, the spice merchant?" The man's name had been all over the local HoloNet channel, something about a big trade deal going on. Whatever the Emperor's underlying motives, Cee's deal must have been the reason he was marked for death.
Starkiller rolled his eyes. "Whatever, as long as it gets me close enough to the target to do my job." He stopped short. "First mission? I've been--" Starkiller cut himself off, then frowned. "Never mind, it's not like you seem inclined to listen, anyway. Just take me to your ship, then, and tell me I don't want to know why you have a set of men's clothing aboard."