PC: Grev Longtooth
Grev sat in his quarter, the three Vornskyr snoozing lightly in one corner together on a pile of cleaned rags. Before him he had laid out the four sonic guns he had appropriated, along with the storm troopers rifle he had modified, and his personal rifle. All the tools he needed to modify the rifles were ready to hand and neatly placed. He looked at the Vornskyrs briefly, Snarl, Scar, and Belle were good companions. Over time he would train them better, but for now they needed to build trust.
He turned his attention back to the weapons in front of him, and began the laborious process of clean and improving each one. He started with the three sonic rifles he intended to be modified to be comfortably mounted upon and fired by the Vornskyrs. It was a project of his that would take substantial time and training, but might prove an invaluable assets. Once done, he worked on his personal rifle, intent on enhancing it's damage. Then he worked on the modified Stormtrooper rifle, attempting to boost it's damage further. Finally, he worked on the last sonic rifle, the one he intended for his use. He tried to increase its damage, beyond what it already was.
Finally done, Grev turned off the light, the tools and guns put carefully away where they belonged and secured. And the credsticks he had looted had been collected carefully in the drawer. As soon as he could, he would pay Jabba off and be done with him. His thoughts had been dark since the battle at Ember, and tonight was no exception. After his debt was done, he would turn his attention more fully to Sundancer. He hoped his theory was wrong, but could not be certain, not yet.