Drono stared idly at the screen. HIs head was buzzing with thoughts. His memory stirred and images flashed before his mind. Smells filled his nostrils. It was like a phantom limb to him. Sensations that had no place in his reality anymore, creeping up from the very depths of his memories. And they were clearer then ever. He sat, cleaning his gun, setting together the last pieces of his equipment again and again. He practically hear Yestins steps fading away in the rain on that fateful day. No. Not rain, sprinklers. Their fight getting to the goods had set of the hangars sprinkler system. Little details that had been lost to the drugged haze of his past years were coming back with laser focus now. and with it, feelings that made his entire being quake with rage.
 
 His pain roared like a dull fire all along his nerves. This past week it had gotten worse and worse, soon, the drugs would no longer work enough for him to even try and sleep. Not that he slept very often. He lay, staring up at the nights. Sometimes he went to talk with Dex. She was good at talking, in that she didn’t say much and let him ramble. 
 
He flexed his arm. “Goodbye old friend” He mused softly. “I am leaving you for a younger, more metal arm.” He said as he flexed his arm a little and slid into his civilian clothes. IT felt weird, dressed not for a mission but for something much more ordinary yet just as dangerous. The blue and white hoody was a something he had picked up at their last stop. It was kinda baggy, and didn’t fit him quite right. It was perfect in that regard, it was to plain to draw attention, and obscured his build. He looked at his carnifex and hesitated. It was as much a piece of him as his weird, quirky mannerism. But Haze had been very adamant he didn’t lug one of the biggest handguns in the galaxy around when it was something of his trademark.
 
He began to make his way to the gangway. “Here goes nothing” He said to himself. All the while stopped by the gangway and waited inside, out of sight for now. The station had more  of the Eclipse mercs then he had expected. But he knew Yestin wouldn’t rely to much on the the mercenaries. He was using them because they provided security at Lafayette. He didn’t want any scuff with them nor would waste resources on some cripple. They were right that he had to deal with Yestin sooner or later. A day that seemed to be much sooner then anticipated. 
 
“Allright.” He said. “Good luck Haze. I am on standby, waiting for my… escort was it?” Haze had taken the time to school him on terms and codes and behaviors of a proper VIP. Drono had taken it in stride, nodding and looking attentive. While he was likely as sneaky as they got, drono had none of the other formal training. His training came from years as a career criminal. Very hands on learning and very lax with terms such as VIP, Escort as it were.