Deagan Hunt
Captain of the Valkyrie
The Dusty Wampa was noisy and crowded. Then again, just about every place on the smoggy, gambling world of Affavan was. The atmosphere was a mixture of loud voices, blaring music, boisterous laughter, and a heavy blanket of smoke. A wide variety of sapients mingled together. A few Trandoshans, Aqualish, Duros, even a few Weequay. Some were off long-haul freighters, eagerly celebrating the end of a year-long run. Then there were the gamblers, just in from the Hollastin Run and eager to set their fantasies into motion, most of which had been months in the making. However, there were others, like Deagan Hunt, who were there for a particular sort of business. One that would line his pockets with enough credits to celebrate a payout that would last him the next month.
Gorram it, this better be worth it, Deagan mused to himself, arching a thick brow at his surroundings. He'd spent the better part of the last few months in the Outer Rim, taking one job after the next. Some good. Some bad. Some worth the risk while others made him wish he'd simply said no in the first place.
Unshaven, worn leather, dusky coral skin, and his hair in serious need of a cut; anyone would grimly admit that Deagan Hunt looked every bit the scoundrel. Even the faded, scarred leathers that the Zeltron wore would have looked shoddy on anyone else. But with his dark navy hair and hard, lean body, the well-worn attire lent a primitively appealing air of roguish intrigue.
Although seemingly casually sprawled in his chair, Deagan’s cobalt gaze intently went sifting through a murky sea of smoke and faces. From his perch, he began methodically scanning the entire level. Several drunk and boisterous humans were singing a bawdy song being played by the Bith band to his right. All around, different species were drinking and laughing, either burying their fears and troubles or celebrating their good fortune.
This was the place. This was the meet. Now it was a question on if they would show. The message on his comm told him the time and place. It didn’t say if there would only be one or more. But whoever it was, it seemed they were willing to pay a pretty credit to take the trouble to hire Deagan and his ship.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
OOC: Feel free to jump in and toss in your own ideas to spin this tale whichever way! I'm easy. You can be someone who is part of the job, asking for a job, or the one requesting a job get done. Or maybe you decide to just toss in a kowakian-monkey wrench and turn this scene into something else. I don't mind. Just want a fun open thread!
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