" Ugh, you god-kriffing- YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT YOU KARK! " Nai' Frerstal yelled at a Rodian. Normally, when he was hunting down bounties, he was in dirty cantinas, grimy spaceports, and in Crime Lord's dens and hideouts. Not, in a fashionable Republic club. The ignorance of the people around him amazed the Barabel, as while the Republic was facing one of the biggest threats in decades, here they are, snorting spice and dancing the night away.
For someone with low standards, even this disgusted him. Nai was hunting down a human spice dealer, who stopped sending funds to the operator of the spice ring. He was supposedly a friend of the DJ, and frequently set up shop in this club, so Nai was here to collect...Rent.
[member=Serana Onyx]
For someone with low standards, even this disgusted him. Nai was hunting down a human spice dealer, who stopped sending funds to the operator of the spice ring. He was supposedly a friend of the DJ, and frequently set up shop in this club, so Nai was here to collect...Rent.
[member=Serana Onyx]