Post Sun Nov 11, 2012 2:18 pm

Re: Tauve Tapcaf

*Sat casually in the tapcaf on the edges of the city, the hovel used as a front by The Brotherhood, Garrta picked his way through a plate of food, sipping a large glass of juice as he kept an eye on the holovid in the corner, watching for any sudden news reports. The other eye was on the door, watching anxiously for either a storming of Mandalorian soldiers here to arrest someone, perhaps him, or for word from one of his minions telling him the mission was a success. The baradium he expected, well hoped, to attain tonight, would be crucial for his efforts. His plans hinged greatly upon the explosive compound. There were so many targets, and so many options to use it upon, but Garrta had his plans.

A flash lit up the night sky, directing his attention to the horizon from whence it originated, shadowing the buildings on the crest with the back lighting effect. Garrta frowned in that split second, before the reasoning for it was made apparent; a rumble reverberating right across the city, so deep and intense that it shook the cups on the tables, and caused his guts themselves to quiver. The proceeding cloud that rose in the distance above some low buildings, spoke volumes of what had happened, and though explosions in this day and age were not uncommon, this one was huge, and had come from the direction of the military base his men happened to be robbing.

Too much of a coincidence, he thought to himself, and sighed in disappointment. The mission had failed it seemed, though if the bomb had been detonated, presumably at the base, that was not going to be the worst outcome he could have envisioned.

Still.... questions and answers were needed. He was not happy.

Wiping his mouth on his napkin, he petulantly slammed it down upon his half-finished plate, and sipped his juice before standing, and quietly, discreetly, leaving the caf.*