Post by Xander on Oct 18, 2009 8:53:45 GMT -5
Liero stood inside the hotel, he'd been after a break. Life had taunted him lately; He never did anything for himself anymore, almost everywhere he was followed by at least one foot soldier. Liero knew his crew was forgetting his reputation, Liero Rejacno, one of the greats upon Nar Shadaa. He knew he had more to learn, and with Bishop's disappearance he didn't learn much. He attacked the security on Coruscant, a dark secret he wanted to hide.
He looked up, to see the desperation of the hotel clerk's face; he obviously did NOT want Liero here. "Sir, can I help you!" the hotel clerk grew impatient. It took a few minutes for Liero to react, he stood there, staring past the man transfixed almost. After those few minutes Liero nodded, and paused for a momment. "Then what can I get you?" the clerk spoke more polite now.
"I'd like the best room, and I want access to all the other rooms, I have to speak to somebody" Liero lied. Well in it's own way he was honest, but he was going to bribe the off-worlder's to leave the hotel, allowing him to book in his finest troopers. "What's in it for me?" the clerk smirked, he thought he was getting something in return. "I can spare a few credits.." Liero thought about it, he didn't want the hastle of the Selkath upon his back. The clerk removed a set of keycards in a suitcase, and handed them, to Liero. In return Liero handed him five hundred credits, and walked to his room.
After a restless nap, he got up. It was late, probably ten o'clock in Republic time he guessed from looking into the void. He left his room, wrapped up in a set of forest green robes, underneath he wore durasteel heavy plate, stitched together with a black leather material. He entered the Cantina, looking around to see all the Mercenary folk, but then he spotted a unusual alien creature across from him. Liero walked to the bar and ordered himself a drink.
He looked up, to see the desperation of the hotel clerk's face; he obviously did NOT want Liero here. "Sir, can I help you!" the hotel clerk grew impatient. It took a few minutes for Liero to react, he stood there, staring past the man transfixed almost. After those few minutes Liero nodded, and paused for a momment. "Then what can I get you?" the clerk spoke more polite now.
"I'd like the best room, and I want access to all the other rooms, I have to speak to somebody" Liero lied. Well in it's own way he was honest, but he was going to bribe the off-worlder's to leave the hotel, allowing him to book in his finest troopers. "What's in it for me?" the clerk smirked, he thought he was getting something in return. "I can spare a few credits.." Liero thought about it, he didn't want the hastle of the Selkath upon his back. The clerk removed a set of keycards in a suitcase, and handed them, to Liero. In return Liero handed him five hundred credits, and walked to his room.
After a restless nap, he got up. It was late, probably ten o'clock in Republic time he guessed from looking into the void. He left his room, wrapped up in a set of forest green robes, underneath he wore durasteel heavy plate, stitched together with a black leather material. He entered the Cantina, looking around to see all the Mercenary folk, but then he spotted a unusual alien creature across from him. Liero walked to the bar and ordered himself a drink.