You knew better than to start trouble - Blaster

Meeting the trooper eye to eye was a rather simple task, only you had to tilt your head down to meet him. You had half a mind on calling him out to be the ‘big man’ he was trying to insert himself as, but starting trouble before knowing a job nor even its pay? It’s worse off for business to shoot every client that came in sight, even if the Empire tended to be pretty stingy when it came to payment.

But maybe you’d still have that opportunity, if the pay was insulting.

The door slid open, rather thick and dense with metals that didn’t match the warm but neglected atmosphere of the diner. Instead within was a small and dispersed crowd of Imperials, or so it seemed as men in uniform either too tired or too lazy to change out of it. The mood of the room was equally awkward as it was tense, but you found the reason why after a quick scan of the room. A woman stood beside a table that reached her waist and yours, she was about as tall as you that’s for certain.

But it wasn’t her body type that caught your eye, as pleasing to the eye as it was to see her suit just hugging her outfit in all the right ways. Her helmet held influences enough to make you pause, ornamented with wings on each end with a visor shaped to the ‘T’ and an ominous red glow. She gave you a brief nod, “Olarom, Mando.”