Re: Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
Now that things had moved past planning and recon into actual ops, Haarmon stopped feeling quite as on top of the game as he did a few minutes ago. This was Rhijan's realm, and Haarmon, with no small amount of awe and envy, watched as the the grey-skinned operative draped that cold cloak of indifferent competence across him self and got down to business like breaking into secure detention centres and messing up Star Detroyers and walking away clean (probably with explosions in the background that he's studiously ignoring) was just another day on the farm.
And Shard, of course, was at home everywhere. Poking into planning and ops equally efficiently and equally expertly. And poor Rags, who was out of place everywhere, getting more and more ready to fight, the menace lurking inside of his arms like a snake sunning itself on a rock.
All of them so good at what they did. And all of them falling into their roles so easily.
He was just glad he had them to hide behind once the slicing was done.
He stared at the Imperial behind the desk. Noted the pristine cleanliness of the area. Noted the look of frustrated annoyance on the man's face. It was clear he didn't want them here. Didn't want anyone here messing up his perfectly ordered universe.
So let's give him no reason to keep us.
He looked up from his datapad as Shard talked, making a tight, unhappy face, and keeping his voice fast and clipped and impatient. "And yeah, look, I'm really sorry, Lieutenant, but the docket's full today, you know. So if you could hurry us along we need to get this done and out of here fast, like, Kessel Run, fast, we'd really appreciate it."
Con the Imp:
09:04, Today: Haarmon Dak rolled 16 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system ((5,4,{Wild}2,5)).
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