Slick's life has changed a lot in the past few months. First, he was absolutely certain the Separatists were going to kill him, and soon. Then, the Jedi were going to kill him, immediately.
Now neither of those are a problem anymore. And because there was no such thing as mercy in this galaxy, something else had come along to take their place.
Parties are going to be the death of him. Slowly.
"Sir, it's not in my nature to brag," he fends off yet another question about his apparently storied military career. The bugger who'd outfitted him with the medals had done too thorough a job of it, these things were real, and he hadn't a damn clue what they meant, up until locals started chatting him up about how their uncle had been at the Battle of Whereverthefuck, did they know each other? What was it like?
He was just doing his best to be boring. Take his higher-ups back in the army as inspiration--act like a flawless little meat droid, spew some humble nonsense, then try and get the hell out of this corner he'd been backed into.
Party! Please rescue this idiot
Now neither of those are a problem anymore. And because there was no such thing as mercy in this galaxy, something else had come along to take their place.
Parties are going to be the death of him. Slowly.
"Sir, it's not in my nature to brag," he fends off yet another question about his apparently storied military career. The bugger who'd outfitted him with the medals had done too thorough a job of it, these things were real, and he hadn't a damn clue what they meant, up until locals started chatting him up about how their uncle had been at the Battle of Whereverthefuck, did they know each other? What was it like?
He was just doing his best to be boring. Take his higher-ups back in the army as inspiration--act like a flawless little meat droid, spew some humble nonsense, then try and get the hell out of this corner he'd been backed into.