Davy slowly enters Into Plif's. The bar was kind of a filthy place full of pilots soaking in their own PTSD from the many battles of late. Davy was one of them. Though battle hardened these days, He was relentless on the battlefield. His troubled past did keep him awake at night. Davy slowly sat down as he does. "I'm gettin' way to old for this s!@#.", he thought.

Davy chose a table out of view from prying eyes at a dark table tucked away in a dark corner. People were often frightened of Davy. Not too many people in the empire had ever seen an Abednedo in their ranks. Though Davy tried to fit in the best he could, most still seemed to find the Gruff, one-eyed, old bastard a bit intimidating.

Davy had his own reasons for his burning hatred towards the rebels and Jedi. These thoughts would ring in his head as he got more situated on the metal seat. Old age comes with a bit of discomfort after all. "Now we got kriffin' enlightened ones", he thought as he rubbed the long battle from his eye. "When Frozen told me the pink aliens were wanting to enlighten us...?", Davy chuckled to himself.

"Hey Davy!" a voice called out. It was Davy's commanding officer, The one they simply called Frozen. "Hey, got time for a quick drink". Frozen asked in an exciting manor. "Sorry sir, I would really just like to be alone right now." Frozen knew Davy was going through a bit of a rough patch. "I'll catch you later then", as he walked off, Davy realized the struggles of living a double life under the Hammer Davy was really there waiting for his good friend Maston Dane. As Davy anxiously waited for the news Maston had, if any.

"Davy!", Maston had snuck up on him yet again. Maston sat down on the metal chair across from Davy "What do you have my friend.", Davy asked. "I have this", Maston chuckled as he pulled out what Davy was hoping for. Even though it wasn't quite complete, it was impressive nevertheless. Davy looked in amazement at the craftsmanship of it. "Wow, this is outstanding work." "This will do...This will do nicely."

"So, your end?", Maston seemed concerned. "On schedule", Davy gnarled, blowing cigar smoke from his nostrils. "Seventy in total, the finest quality. Only one crate I want.... Rest is yours." Maston's face lit up, you could almost see the grin through his mask, "and what's so important about this particular one?", Maston asked curiously. "You know who i'm looking for." "This will bring me one step closer.", Davy belted as he smashed his cigar out on the table. "Great talking to you again my friend.". Maston slowly got up from his seat. "I must attend to my duties." "Now that I'm Captain, the final piece should be no problem." "Until the next battle then?", Davy gnarled as he slid back on his seat, into the shadow.