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A Chiss Encounter

[member="Karma Jayne"]
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OUTER RIM - NAR SHADDAA - HUTTA TOWN - THE LAUGHING LUTRILLIAN
It was a typical night for Hutta Town. The fetid stink of swamp muck breaking down sewage, cut like a knife by raunchy music and other sounds of wanton debauchery, all of it wrapping around this backwater smuggler's cove like a warm, greasy, tick- infested blanket. The lutrillian behind the bar looked like he hadn't laughed in years, numbly cleaning the same shot glass he'd been polishing off and on for the last hour. High-pitched squeals and laughter from upstairs signaled the regulars to start repositioning themselves to avoid the dust plumes that soon began to fall from above in a steady beat.

Meyich, on the other hand, was busy ignoring the sights and smells of the Huttese kriff-hole by casually cheefing on his hookah and zoning into his own little world in the back corner. Whatever it was he was smoking, it was causing the whole world to spin and twist away from his consciousness, which suited him just fine.
One week ago, he was a first lieutenant in the CEF, a Jr. War Table analyst who was rising in legend within his family. The future was bright and promising, with rumors of a captain's chair being made availabile... and now his foot was being drooled on by something Meyich could hardly begin to classify as 'sentient'.

"Oi. Quit it."

The snuffling furred creature looked up from the foot and blankly stared at Meyich for a spare second before lowering its head back down to continue its incessant drip of slobber.

"Kriffin'... ohh no, you did NOT."
The intoxicated Chiss grunted, lurching forward to rest on his knees as he lifted up his rebreather air mask to his face to clear his head.
"ttssgggkk... You see, you do not want to... ttssgggkk... huh, you don't wanna mess with me you... you... whatever the kriff ttssgggkk... you are. Damn, what was in that piece?"
Meyich rubbed his face tiredly, casting a quick look around the seedy establishment. No one was looking his way, causing his armored boot to swiftly kick the offending drooler in the jaw. The creature squealed in pain and quickly backtracked his way out the door, whimpering the entire way.

"Good riddance. ...ttssgggkk"
 

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