@mcrshcl || cont from a galaxy far far away
She slid her weapon back into its holster with practiced ease, metal slipping against well worn leather like oil over water. Rita set her mouth in a g r i m line at the last of Cara’s words. She was right, that bulging sack of breather & bone had been sniffing around something in the district. Even looking at it for a few seconds she could tell it knew how to navigate the crowd during the zenith of late day trading. The Gand had a specific location in its head & knew how to move with the flow of people to get there. There were only two reasons it would bother to show that distorted face on this planet & neither inspired confidence of legal or peaceful ambitions.
“ It definitely had a purpose for being here & knowing what I know about the Gand, it’s bad news for some other planet. “ She felt the bandages losing their grip on her injured fingers as her fist c l e n c h e d. It was all she could do to steel her nerves as the healing wounds twinged in protest. She kept her blue eyes on their surroundings, it was easier to talk without being looked at. Easier to think of what to say even when she preferred to lapse into silence. Rita didn’t know if it was the shock trooper or marshal in Cara that left them both able to work with minimal words between them but she was grateful either way. It reminded her of her Dog Squad back on Verdun, it never took much explaining for them to jump from chaotic to tactical when she had a plan. Wasn’t a plan she had now but the weight of buried guilt & rage clawing at the back of her throat when she spoke. “ They were here for weapons or secrets, both of which they’re not above s t e a l i n g. “
