The hairs on the back of Din's neck stood on end, practically bristling as he stood there and was called a child. His hand flexed, itching for a vibro knife to show the stranger just how much of a child he was. Already he was sizing the Mandalorian up, trying to decide on weak spots, picking apart that beskar-clad arm. But then the man called for truce in his next breathe, going as far as to shift into a less defensible position.
Every nerve in Din was screaming ready for a fight, but now wasn't the time. Not here, not now. Din breathed out a slow, controlled breath, stowing away the quick-heated anger.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Greef relax a little, able to recognize a de-escalation when he saw one.
"Sha'kajir." Din reluctantly agreed, though it was evident how begrudging he was by his tone.
"Good. Now, with whatever that was out of the way--" Greef reached inside his coat to pull out a bounty puck and toss on the table. "The mark you're after is a man called Barik Kaard. Former Imperial, joined the New Republic's amnesty program a couple years ago. I'm sure no one was surprised to hear it didn't exactly stick. A few years worth of dirty dealings, stepping on the wrong toes without the Empire to smooth things out for him-- and Kaard skipped out on the program and made a run for it, along with enough money to hire a small army to watch his back. Which is where you two come in."
Din stood by the table, listening and filing away every bit of information. When he was younger he might have insisted he could take those odds alone, but he'd had enough experiences and close calls to know when the odds were probably against him.
"So who's gunning for him? Imps or Republic?" Din asked after a moment.
"Neither. Kaard crossed the wrong people this time. The Pyke Syndicate's looking to make quick work on this by outsourcing the job. They want it taken care of quickly and quietly, before either side gets their hands on Kaard."
Dank farrik. Honestly, he wasn't sure if either of the other two options would have been any better-- but regardless of who the client was, he wouldn't say no to hunting down any Imp, amnesty program or no amnesty program.
He looked at the other Mandalorian and tilted his head in an unspoken gesture of 'well?'
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Every nerve in Din was screaming ready for a fight, but now wasn't the time. Not here, not now. Din breathed out a slow, controlled breath, stowing away the quick-heated anger.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Greef relax a little, able to recognize a de-escalation when he saw one.
"Sha'kajir." Din reluctantly agreed, though it was evident how begrudging he was by his tone.
"Good. Now, with whatever that was out of the way--" Greef reached inside his coat to pull out a bounty puck and toss on the table. "The mark you're after is a man called Barik Kaard. Former Imperial, joined the New Republic's amnesty program a couple years ago. I'm sure no one was surprised to hear it didn't exactly stick. A few years worth of dirty dealings, stepping on the wrong toes without the Empire to smooth things out for him-- and Kaard skipped out on the program and made a run for it, along with enough money to hire a small army to watch his back. Which is where you two come in."
Din stood by the table, listening and filing away every bit of information. When he was younger he might have insisted he could take those odds alone, but he'd had enough experiences and close calls to know when the odds were probably against him.
"So who's gunning for him? Imps or Republic?" Din asked after a moment.
"Neither. Kaard crossed the wrong people this time. The Pyke Syndicate's looking to make quick work on this by outsourcing the job. They want it taken care of quickly and quietly, before either side gets their hands on Kaard."
Dank farrik. Honestly, he wasn't sure if either of the other two options would have been any better-- but regardless of who the client was, he wouldn't say no to hunting down any Imp, amnesty program or no amnesty program.
He looked at the other Mandalorian and tilted his head in an unspoken gesture of 'well?'