A good time (Roleplay with Spencer Jacobs)

[Torch]

Location: Mos Eisley
Objective: Find [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and head on and adventure!

Torch roared into the Cantina's landing zone on his BARC Speeder Bike. Given he was a Flame Trooper he had the usual First Order garb on. This could prove very unsettling for the Cantina patrons. He stripped out of his gear and threw on a duster jacket and grey pants. He entered the bar and took his seat. Eyes stared at him while he sat, these people were freaks. Torch sat there and waited for [member="Spencer Jacobs"] to arrive.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Following the events on Balmorra, Spencer began to harbor ill feelings for anything related to the darkside. At times she detested the fact that she was capable of some of their more sinister force related abilities. Either way, the darkside was as much a part of her past as it was her future. Cleansing it from the monstrosities that were the Vong would be her mission till she no longer was able to breath. Information piled in from her connections and she was lead to Mos Eiesly.

Deciding against the typical Jedi attire, she wandered in wearing a simple white shirt, leather jacket and a pair of spacer pants. The only thing that could link her to anything Jedi would be the knee high boots so nicely shined and the lightsaber that was clipped to her leg. Pulling down a scarf from around her head she looked around taking in the faces that were in the cantina, if anything happened she would be able to recall the memory.

The thrills of being a mentalist.

There was someone out of place and she raised an eyebrow seeing a trooper from the First Order just lounging about the cantina without a care in the world. An odd sight, but she figured it was probably her contact. From what she understood about the First Order, it was just another form of the Dark Side. Still, if he had information that she was seeking then she would suck it up and deal with the First Order.

For now.

Walking over she placed down 5 credits and slid it towards him. “Are you the contact?”


[member="Torch"]