Post by Lucaj Trask on Oct 16, 2008 13:31:27 GMT -5
Lucaj Trask stared at his crew, they were a wreck. They'd just come out of a space battle with a couple trandoshan spice traders. It didn't go as planned, they got the spice but....it seemed one of the freighters was equipped with a rather useful ion cannon. So now the hopeless crew were orbiting Nar Shaddaa with minimal energy in the ship, and a helluvalot of spice.
Lucaj signalled the main deck and the Underground sputtered toward Nar Shaddaa. The ship landed uncomfortably low on energy at a docking bay owned by a hot headed overweight toydarian named Hamut. Lucaj definitely had a history with the toydarian. In fact he'd once "accidentely" crashed his ship into the docks.
The Toydarian flew over with about as much grace as an injured mynock. His face was frozen with a scowl. Mockingly Lucaj returned the face and tossed the scum a handful of credits and a bagged pound of spice.
"Repairs too", he spoke in Hutt to the Toydarian
Hamut rolled his eyes and reluctantly turned away. Simotaneously Lucaj turned to his crew of fifty who had finally unloaded themselves from the corvette.
"Now get!", he chuckled and everyone went their separate ways.
Trask made his way to a cantina, he was wearing wealthy looking blue and violet robes with a Beskar armoured vest overtop.
'I need a drink badly', he thought to himself as he made his way down the alleys drawing flirtatious glances from the women....and some men.
He reached a cantina called "The Last Gulp" and sat at the bar.
"Tarisian Ale!" he waved at the bartender and dropped five credits on the bar. The man slid the glass of fizzy light red liquid over to Lucaj, who nodded in thanks.
He took a gulp and suddenly had a feeling he was being watched...
Lucaj signalled the main deck and the Underground sputtered toward Nar Shaddaa. The ship landed uncomfortably low on energy at a docking bay owned by a hot headed overweight toydarian named Hamut. Lucaj definitely had a history with the toydarian. In fact he'd once "accidentely" crashed his ship into the docks.
The Toydarian flew over with about as much grace as an injured mynock. His face was frozen with a scowl. Mockingly Lucaj returned the face and tossed the scum a handful of credits and a bagged pound of spice.
"Repairs too", he spoke in Hutt to the Toydarian
Hamut rolled his eyes and reluctantly turned away. Simotaneously Lucaj turned to his crew of fifty who had finally unloaded themselves from the corvette.
"Now get!", he chuckled and everyone went their separate ways.
Trask made his way to a cantina, he was wearing wealthy looking blue and violet robes with a Beskar armoured vest overtop.
'I need a drink badly', he thought to himself as he made his way down the alleys drawing flirtatious glances from the women....and some men.
He reached a cantina called "The Last Gulp" and sat at the bar.
"Tarisian Ale!" he waved at the bartender and dropped five credits on the bar. The man slid the glass of fizzy light red liquid over to Lucaj, who nodded in thanks.
He took a gulp and suddenly had a feeling he was being watched...