| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Monday, 03 Dec 2012, 5:16 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The Winter Dream skated through hyperspace, light and agile, followed, it's pilot knew, by the slower and less attractive-looking Chigliak. Malos Yhemn was unconcerned by what his following team was doing though; the contracted mercenary was busy stripping down and cleaning his Karpaki Fifty, oiling the parts and making sure no carbon remained within the weapon's firing components. It was something he enjoyed doing to clear his mind at the end of any successful mission. The tools of his trade were spread out about him as he worked upon a small bench within the shuttle.
A private conversation between Yhemn and Twenty-nine had ensued just prior to Yhemn's movement to his new mission site, during some of the brief downtime. The offer on the table was for Yhemn to become a full-fledged member of Blackfire, rather than a contractor for them. Oh, the money would still be there, that was sure, and according to the agent, it would open a whole new world up for the mercenary. The altering factor was taking up a definitive cause and working with a specific group, which cut into certain tenets of Yhemn's business ideals which was to work for the highest bidder. So far, of course, Blackfire had been the highest bidder.
For the time being, Yhemn had decided to think on the idea and perhaps branch out with some of his own endeavors before giving a final answer. There was plenty of money to be made in the galaxy, after all.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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