The two women made due haste to the uppermost deck, though Vardossk and Lola stood outside to greet them. "As promised," Kyl'likki smiled, and handed off the steel mug. "Added some creamer, too." He sipped it. "Bittersweet. Just the way I like it, Twi'lek," he replied as he raised the mug slightly her way.
He then looked at Mina's armor. "And what of you, being in that armor? Ready for action?" the Trandoshan teased, which made Mina frown. "I'm just wearing it to remember my friends is all, Colonel," the woman replied meekly. Now I feel bad, hummed Kyl'likki. Vardossk took that in, and nodded. "A noble gesture." He then turned to the sentry. "I'm ready, now, ensign," he spoke, and the uniformed man nodded and let the group past the blast doors.
The group entered the bridge, and Kyl'likki blinked, hard. That's Bossk! Beside Vardossk and Zylas indeed stood the yellow flight suited Trandoshan of renown, and on his shoulder was a unique weapon the Twi'lek was familiar with.
Sturm conversed with the grizzled reptilian, and Kyl'likki walked alongside Vardossk up to them. "You're Bossk, the infamous," she stated at an opportune moment, and the Trandoshan looked her in the eyes. "And you are?" His snarling voice was dark, brooding and aggressive. Kyl'likki then knew Vardossk was unusual for the refined way he spoke as she replied. "Someone who shares a keen appreciation for grenade rifles." That piqued the reptilian's interest, and he studied her for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah, I've heard of you, back in your pirating days. You were Jabba's Fist, his chief lieutenant. How times change," he stated with genuine fascination.
"They have, and I'd say for the better," she replied. "I live this life how I want serving the Empire, now." Vardossk smiled at that, and he put an arm around her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile as she realized just how much had truly changed.
He cleared his throat as his arm went back to his side. "Your father told me you've become the Guild liaison for the Outer Rim." "Don't bring up that wine addled fool in my presence," he spat, and went further. "You know better since that one time, after you came back from Dathomir after that little vendetta of yours that nearly ruined your Score," he finished. "But yes, I am the representing agent, now." He sighed. "It pains me that I already have a lucrative contract I've agreed to, this round. Even still, If you need more Hunters, I'll call them in. Got a few up and coming names in mind."
"If they're needed," the Colonel replied. "I'd rather keep these Hunts as exclusive as possible, since the payout for all involved is enough to earn a vacation, for once." Bossk smirked at that. "You know we never take vacations, even if we get rich. Still, a good joke is something I've been missing for awhile. A worthy Hunt, even more. It will be interesting, working alongside you, when the opportunity arises." "A shared sentiment, Bossk." The two shook clawed hands, then Vardossk sipped his coffee. The Twi'lek glanced over at Lola, who had been chatting with Captain Sturm. The Imperial showed her a holotape of a small snub fighter as it annihilated a vulture droid at top speed.
An Actis class fighter? Those are fast! noted the Twi'lek. Lola smiled at the sight, and Kyl'likki heard the Captain mention something about the Imperial Academy with a smile.
Vardossk finished his coffee and stared out into the abyss of space as an attack wing of TIE fighters flew past the bridge tower on patrol. Sturm joined him. "It's quite a view, isn't it, Colonel?" "It's refreshing to actually see the stars with my own eyes, I will admit. It will be an even better sight seeing that witch back behind bars, pounding on the walls and bawling." Kyl'likki smiled softly at that as he continued. "This woman, out of all the bounties I've claimed, is the most fascinating, and infuriating." He paused.
"It's time we go visit to the war room."