Moonfire likes this
Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 19, 2015 13:15:23 GMT -5
Time Frame: 3602bby
World: Zeltros
If heaven existed, it was somewhere on Zeltros. Countless bodies writhed to a heavy electronic beat that resounded from the very speakers in the streets. Shafts of light from every spectrum and color imaginable lanced up through the night sky to form wide spirals in the observer's eyes. Florescent colors inked into the dancer's clothes only accentuated this eclectic lightshow. Within the press of rainbow colors and skimpy clothes a man half danced, half traveled.
The brilliant green of his shirt sharply contrasted the lilac hue held within his eyes, and purple beads of the same color were clasped onto his wrist halfway up to his elbow. A slight smile graced the man's lips and a curious quirk kinked one of his brows upwards. Regret flashed through the man's mind. Not because of what he was about to do, but because he hadn't been to Zeltros before that point. Whether the planet he found himself on was heaven or not was a point of contention, but regardless his plans involved something much closer to perdition.
Two weeks ago a shadowy group approached him with a simple enough contract: apprehend some senator's daughter and bring her back. Good pay, easy job, fun setting. Why not? They had offered him a few menial, average physical descriptors but the main one to look for was a stylized wampa tattoo on her right shoulder. Questionable choices in tattoos aside, that alone would make her easy to find on a party world. Lilac colored eyes darted to and fro, past the writhing mass of bodies in motion. A strange albeit pleasant musk gingerly pulled his mind from the current task and onto a lovely, petite vahla girl who's body twisted in ways that no person's should be allowed.
Time shifted into little more than a barely conscious blur as he danced with the pretty girl, and she seemed to wrap herself around him along with the motion of the crowd. The last vestiges of consciousness had just begun to slip when his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of an angry wampa on a crimson skinned woman's shoulder. Alert. Eyes narrowed to better focus on the images of the amazonian woman's inverted frame. Keg stand. That small smile turned into a big grin. This would be fun. The vahla girl barely noticed as he melted into the crowd.
Chorun Bralor reached the woman just as she was being lowered to a more upright position. His booming voice cut over the now fast, overbearing beat to the next song with almost no effort on his part. Knowing how to project one's voice is a very useful skill. "THIRTY CREDS SAYS I BEAT YOUR TIME BY FIVE SECONDS."
World: Zeltros
If heaven existed, it was somewhere on Zeltros. Countless bodies writhed to a heavy electronic beat that resounded from the very speakers in the streets. Shafts of light from every spectrum and color imaginable lanced up through the night sky to form wide spirals in the observer's eyes. Florescent colors inked into the dancer's clothes only accentuated this eclectic lightshow. Within the press of rainbow colors and skimpy clothes a man half danced, half traveled.
The brilliant green of his shirt sharply contrasted the lilac hue held within his eyes, and purple beads of the same color were clasped onto his wrist halfway up to his elbow. A slight smile graced the man's lips and a curious quirk kinked one of his brows upwards. Regret flashed through the man's mind. Not because of what he was about to do, but because he hadn't been to Zeltros before that point. Whether the planet he found himself on was heaven or not was a point of contention, but regardless his plans involved something much closer to perdition.
Two weeks ago a shadowy group approached him with a simple enough contract: apprehend some senator's daughter and bring her back. Good pay, easy job, fun setting. Why not? They had offered him a few menial, average physical descriptors but the main one to look for was a stylized wampa tattoo on her right shoulder. Questionable choices in tattoos aside, that alone would make her easy to find on a party world. Lilac colored eyes darted to and fro, past the writhing mass of bodies in motion. A strange albeit pleasant musk gingerly pulled his mind from the current task and onto a lovely, petite vahla girl who's body twisted in ways that no person's should be allowed.
Time shifted into little more than a barely conscious blur as he danced with the pretty girl, and she seemed to wrap herself around him along with the motion of the crowd. The last vestiges of consciousness had just begun to slip when his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of an angry wampa on a crimson skinned woman's shoulder. Alert. Eyes narrowed to better focus on the images of the amazonian woman's inverted frame. Keg stand. That small smile turned into a big grin. This would be fun. The vahla girl barely noticed as he melted into the crowd.
Chorun Bralor reached the woman just as she was being lowered to a more upright position. His booming voice cut over the now fast, overbearing beat to the next song with almost no effort on his part. Knowing how to project one's voice is a very useful skill. "THIRTY CREDS SAYS I BEAT YOUR TIME BY FIVE SECONDS."