Bucky watched the other Mandalorian's hand flex - the man might as well be screaming that he wanted to reach for his knife - but then Greef Karga was talking. Bucky listened, still with most of his attention on the other Mandalorian, in case he really did go for his knife.
"Alive or dead?" He asked, finally turning to take the puck off the table, pressing on it briefly to show their target before he tucked it into his belt. He wasn't waiting for an answer to start getting up, though, and moved out of the booth smoothly, standing up quickly.
The movement put himself and the other Mando almost chest to chest. They were a similar height and build, but Bucky couldn't help looking at his armor, standing this close. It was a mash of different styles, probably cobbled together leftovers from other Mandalorians who had died. His helmet was well-forged, though. Probably a pure or nearly pure beskar alloy, and in a rather distinctive style. It was almost Death Watch. But they had been fractured and decimated years ago. Maybe his covert was one of those fractions. It would explain his near-instant hostility.
Bucky stood for a moment, helmet to helmet, then turned to Karga again. "You have the fob?"
He could handle a mission with a hostile Death Watch member for a partner, and he could handle having the Pyke Syndicate for a client, but when he got home, he was staying for a few days. This would bring in enough money that he could afford a couple days to recover with his riduur and his clan before he had to leave again.
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Date: 2023-05-06 02:24 pm (UTC)Bucky watched the other Mandalorian's hand flex - the man might as well be screaming that he wanted to reach for his knife - but then Greef Karga was talking. Bucky listened, still with most of his attention on the other Mandalorian, in case he really did go for his knife.
"Alive or dead?" He asked, finally turning to take the puck off the table, pressing on it briefly to show their target before he tucked it into his belt. He wasn't waiting for an answer to start getting up, though, and moved out of the booth smoothly, standing up quickly.
The movement put himself and the other Mando almost chest to chest. They were a similar height and build, but Bucky couldn't help looking at his armor, standing this close. It was a mash of different styles, probably cobbled together leftovers from other Mandalorians who had died. His helmet was well-forged, though. Probably a pure or nearly pure beskar alloy, and in a rather distinctive style. It was almost Death Watch. But they had been fractured and decimated years ago. Maybe his covert was one of those fractions. It would explain his near-instant hostility.
Bucky stood for a moment, helmet to helmet, then turned to Karga again. "You have the fob?"
He could handle a mission with a hostile Death Watch member for a partner, and he could handle having the Pyke Syndicate for a client, but when he got home, he was staying for a few days. This would bring in enough money that he could afford a couple days to recover with his riduur and his clan before he had to leave again.
It was going to be a trying few days, though.