In Bucky's defense, he didn't want to be on this planet either. He could see the marks painted on the walls, the marks that quietly declared a covert nearby. He had no right to be impinging on another covert's territory, risking them and theirs just with his presence. Near as he could figure, they were somewhere under the city, and just sighting him above ground could risk them.
But there were few jobs for a beroya, even this far out from the core worlds. There was no more war - at least, none that were hiring Mandalorians to fight it - so it was private security work, or bounty hunting. And there were few legitimate guilds, that paid well enough to make the trips back and forth across the galaxy even worth it, as a one-man operation.
The other Mandalorian had probably also made the same calculations for his clan.
Bucky watched the Mando carefully as he approached, one ear on Greef Karga, and both eyes on the other. He placed both hands on top of the table - most would take it as him showing he wasn't intending to cause harm, but few knew that he was more dangerous without his blaster than he was with it. If the other Mandalorian wanted to start something, Bucky would be sure to finish it.
He was expecting the man to turn around and walk away - from the set of his shoulders, it was clear he was more pissed about this than anything else, and probably he would have walked away, except for the relatively tiny pile of credits Karga traded for the fobs.
He was not expecting to be told that this was that Mandalorian's planet. Did that mean he was beroya for the covert below? That would make sense with his hostility.
Still, he didn't exactly like the tone. He would work with this Mandalorian, but that didn't mean he had to tolerate being told he wasn't allowed to be on a planet, like he had been too stupid to notice previously there was no covert here. "Udesii, cyar'ika." The told the other Mandalorian flatly. Maybe telling him to 'Calm down, child' wouldn't win him any points, though, so he followed it up with, "Sha'kajir, sha'kajir," and scooted in, giving the other Mandalorian the more advantageous position on the outside of the booth's seat.
Then he looked to Greef Karga, "You better have a hell of a job, to need two Mandalorians. Where's the puck."
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Date: 2023-05-06 01:13 am (UTC)In Bucky's defense, he didn't want to be on this planet either. He could see the marks painted on the walls, the marks that quietly declared a covert nearby. He had no right to be impinging on another covert's territory, risking them and theirs just with his presence. Near as he could figure, they were somewhere under the city, and just sighting him above ground could risk them.
But there were few jobs for a beroya, even this far out from the core worlds. There was no more war - at least, none that were hiring Mandalorians to fight it - so it was private security work, or bounty hunting. And there were few legitimate guilds, that paid well enough to make the trips back and forth across the galaxy even worth it, as a one-man operation.
The other Mandalorian had probably also made the same calculations for his clan.
Bucky watched the Mando carefully as he approached, one ear on Greef Karga, and both eyes on the other. He placed both hands on top of the table - most would take it as him showing he wasn't intending to cause harm, but few knew that he was more dangerous without his blaster than he was with it. If the other Mandalorian wanted to start something, Bucky would be sure to finish it.
He was expecting the man to turn around and walk away - from the set of his shoulders, it was clear he was more pissed about this than anything else, and probably he would have walked away, except for the relatively tiny pile of credits Karga traded for the fobs.
He was not expecting to be told that this was that Mandalorian's planet. Did that mean he was beroya for the covert below? That would make sense with his hostility.
Still, he didn't exactly like the tone. He would work with this Mandalorian, but that didn't mean he had to tolerate being told he wasn't allowed to be on a planet, like he had been too stupid to notice previously there was no covert here. "Udesii, cyar'ika." The told the other Mandalorian flatly. Maybe telling him to 'Calm down, child' wouldn't win him any points, though, so he followed it up with, "Sha'kajir, sha'kajir," and scooted in, giving the other Mandalorian the more advantageous position on the outside of the booth's seat.
Then he looked to Greef Karga, "You better have a hell of a job, to need two Mandalorians. Where's the puck."