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Check had only been Quartermaster of the Hanger on the newly-commissioned Negotiator for a few cycles, they hadn’t even seen battle yet, all of them as shiny as the next, but he already knew he liked the galaxy more than he had ever liked Kamino. Haggle, the Battalion Quartermaster, was a vod of quality and the two of them had started to work out how to connect with the already thriving black market before they even had a moment to breathe. They would make orbit on Coruscant to pick up their Jedi General and when they did they wanted to know what would make good trades out there in the galaxy, even if it would take a bit for them to build up any kind of supplies.
“You just want hair dye don’t you?” Haggle said, with a twinkle in his eye as he reviewed Check’s report on the state of the black market, the scuttlebutt gathered from Check’s batchers and classmates across the GAR.
“Bite me Haggle, you don’t think I’d look great with bright hair?” Check asked, consciously lounging across the chair, forcing himself to relax from the strict standard they were held to on Kamino. There was no one on the ship besides troopers yet, and he was going to take advantage of it. Besides, it seemed like the Jedi were more lax than the Kaminoans had ever been, customization already happening in battalions under Jedi command.
“You could certainly pull it off.” Haggle said, after a brief assessing look. “You have a colour in mind?”
“Not yet.” Check chirped. “I’ve got to get my market credit up so I can try a bunch of different colours!”
“We’ll get you your colours.” Haggle chuckled, looking back at the datapad. “I’m sure you won’t be the only one who has seen a vod or two with bright hair on a holo and set it as their target.”