BHHFFBY
From Create Your Own Story
"My own team," you muse aloud. "I like the sound of that."
"Get used to it," says Braden with a chuckle. "The three of us will be helping and guiding you to victory every step of the way. To win the Great Hunt you need support, structure, and intel. Let's do this official-like. This here's Mako, a little genius I picked up years ago on Nar Shadda. She provides intel and tech."
He gestures to the dark-skinned girl with the datapad. She turns toward you fully and smiles pleasantly. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a short, messy ponytail with feathery ends sticking out all over the back of her head. For the first time, you notice two strips of metal implanted in the skin of her right temple and another strip extending downward to her cheekbone. So she is a cyborg... A blend of human and machine. You suppose the cybernetic implants must improve her slicing skills which is why she's so good at what she does. She catches you staring and crosses her arms, eyebrow raised. "Hope you're as good as the old man says," she smirks. "Wouldn't want to waste our time and money on anything less than the best."
"And this big bruiser is Jory." Braden continues before you can respond. He gestures to the other member of the team who'd been sitting quietly in a booth off to the side with his feet propped up on the table. "He handles the heavy lifting and provides security for our base of operations." You recognize Jory as a male Kadas'sa Nikto, one of the five subspecies of the reptilian Nikto. He has two large horns protruding from his forehead and a line of smaller horns leading from his forehead all the way back to the base of his neck like a sort of mohawk. He takes his feet of the table and sits up straighter, lifting a green-scaled hand in a gesture of greeting. With horns and a large barrel chest, he certainly looks intimidating. His blaster is on his belt, ready to use at a moment’s notice. A beer bottle and a pair of blasters are on the table in front of him. He says something in a sort of guttural hiss that you can't quite understand. The press of a button on the side of the tiny translator headset you wear over your left ear solves the problem. Though you can still hear the guttural hiss of his native tongue, you can now understand the Nikto's greeting. <Greetings. I am at your disposal. Feel free to make us all incredibly wealthy and famous.>
The group appears to be waiting for you to say something.
