Shimrah stood in the Death Watch underground hangar on Korus, the bustling of mechanics, pilots, and various other dock workers were scrambling around to complete their jobs. It had been a long time since he had see his comrade <@208016109390135297>, that was when the Zabrak had adopted the ways of the Sith and since then, renounced his plan for galactic domination that plagued each and every Sith before him. Now, he stood there, pale face hidden behind the red, black and charcoal grey T-Visor helmet that now marked him as a Mandalorian.
He checked his gauntlet, a chrono appearing on it to display the time. Val was late, but it would take the two of them to complete this bounty. Shimrah noted that he probably could’ve completed the task on his own, but with his new position as the head of Death Watch, it was imperative to get each and every blaster on the roster oiled, tuned, and firing bullseyes with each shot.
In this distance he could see Val approaching him and his Besulik Starfighter, Ripper. Without any hesitation, the Quaestor yelled out, the helmet providing the distinct mechanical overtone to his voice.
“Su cuy'gar! Nice to see you’re still alive!”
“Blast it all.” Val muttered quietly under his breath as a hand tapped the button displaying the time. He was well aware that he was late.
Ripper came roaring in as the voice over his coms started in. It was good to hear the voice of one of his oldest friends that was alive. On top of that, he has adopted the ways of the mandalorian and since been following the creed. “It’s nice to be seen.” He repeated back as Ripper circled around and landed. “Would have been here sooner but finding a parking spot is awful.”
The entrance ramp extended with a hiss and Val made his way down. Reaching the Zabrak, his arm extended in gesture. “Great to finally be here. Now tell me, what mission did you have in mind that you couldn’t complete without me.” The playful tone expressed the large grin on the humans face as he waited to get an ear full.
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