Kalic Daws
I've seen too much....
One of Serpena's cantinas was beginning to crowd with people from all over the galaxy. Travelers, locals, smugglers, mercenaries, and almost every species one could think of. A "slim" Hutt sat behind the bar, cleaning a glass and eying anyone who came in. One patron came up, asking about an odd sight at one of the tables. A blind man and his Q7 astromech. The Hutt eyed the man, explaining that the new face was a pilot, and apparently looking for guns to help the Fel Empire. This got a laugh out of the man before he got his drink and found a table. Meanwhile, the blind man stayed seated and waiting...
Kalic looked around the cantina. No one yet. He had told the Hutt bartender why he was here, but few seemed to take the offer too seriously. It began to annoy the Miraluka. He had always been the one looking for work, but this was the first time he was actually offering work to others. Maybe he should have left out the pilot part. He defiantly didn't look the part at first glance. Either way, all he and Jee could do was wait and hope either someone found them, or they found someone.
Kalic looked around the cantina. No one yet. He had told the Hutt bartender why he was here, but few seemed to take the offer too seriously. It began to annoy the Miraluka. He had always been the one looking for work, but this was the first time he was actually offering work to others. Maybe he should have left out the pilot part. He defiantly didn't look the part at first glance. Either way, all he and Jee could do was wait and hope either someone found them, or they found someone.