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make_it_hurt "Mando!" Greef Karga's voice rang through the bar even before his presence could be noticed. The head of the Bounty Hunter's Guild was sitting in his usual place, the other side of the round booth empty.
Bucky didn't look around as he stepped inside. Voices around him hushed, and suddenly he could hear the clink of his armor pieces touching as he stepped down into the main area. As he strode across the room, the chatter slowly started back up, and it was almost to full volume when he finally slid into the seat across from Karga.
Out came his two tracking fobs - they had been rather hefty bounties, which was a welcome change from the usual trickle - and he slapped them down with his left hand, keeping them caged in with his fingers.
Greef Karga sat back in his seat. "Have more work for you, Mando. If you'll indulge me by staying put for a bit, there's one more party we're waiting for. Then I don't have to explain twice."
Reaching into his jacket, he freed a small handful of credits. Imperial.
Behind his helmet, Bucky's lip curled with disgust. Outwardly, he reached for them. He couldn't afford to be picky. Not with hungry children at the covert. He traded the fobs for the credits, tucking them away.
"What kind of job?"
"One that pays twice what I just paid you."
"I don't work with others." Meaning, they normally got in the way. He was more efficient solo.
"I think you'll want to work with this person. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't met." Karga leaned to look past him and Bucky reluctantly turned as, surprise of all surprises, another Mandalorian stepped into the bar.
Bucky didn't look around as he stepped inside. Voices around him hushed, and suddenly he could hear the clink of his armor pieces touching as he stepped down into the main area. As he strode across the room, the chatter slowly started back up, and it was almost to full volume when he finally slid into the seat across from Karga.
Out came his two tracking fobs - they had been rather hefty bounties, which was a welcome change from the usual trickle - and he slapped them down with his left hand, keeping them caged in with his fingers.
Greef Karga sat back in his seat. "Have more work for you, Mando. If you'll indulge me by staying put for a bit, there's one more party we're waiting for. Then I don't have to explain twice."
Reaching into his jacket, he freed a small handful of credits. Imperial.
Behind his helmet, Bucky's lip curled with disgust. Outwardly, he reached for them. He couldn't afford to be picky. Not with hungry children at the covert. He traded the fobs for the credits, tucking them away.
"What kind of job?"
"One that pays twice what I just paid you."
"I don't work with others." Meaning, they normally got in the way. He was more efficient solo.
"I think you'll want to work with this person. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't met." Karga leaned to look past him and Bucky reluctantly turned as, surprise of all surprises, another Mandalorian stepped into the bar.
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Date: 2023-05-19 01:52 am (UTC)Bucky had spent the time waiting for the other Mandalorian packing a bag and preparing his ship to be left on Nevarro. The other Mando's ship had been heavily modified, and would serve them better if it came down to a firefight.
He had also extensively studied the information on the puck, learning all he could about their target.
He had expected the other Mandalorian to take time on the surface. His covert was here, he would need to take them the credits and supplies and see his family.
Idly, Bucky considered if the Mandalorian had a spouse or child. It wasn't exactly common for beroya to be thoroughly attached, since they could die at any time, and it would be hard on those that stayed behind, but Bucky knew that many clans, like his, had no other choice.
He reached up, brushing gloved fingers over the mark painted on the inside of his left wrist. The other Mandalorian had probably not noticed yet, but as they went on this mission, it was impossible it would go unnoticed forever.
It was then, lost in thought about Steve and their foundling, that the other Mando called out to him.
He sounded distinctly aggressive, for some reason. Well, maybe one reason: if he was Death Watch. "I'm here. Are you ready to go?" He stood and turned. The Mando had gained a bag slung over his shoulder - no doubt traded for the credits his jobs had earned him.