Born standin' up and takin' back.
Nar Shaddaa
Red Light District
Never Ending Nights
...the sound of gentle rain patted on the crossed boots that rested on the railing of balcony bar of the Red Queen. One hand was occupied with a beer, the other reached up and took off his damp hat which thudded on the table next to him. Eldin scrapped his fingers through his jet-black hair, a wayward bang bounced in front of his eyes which he paid no mind. It was a place he had not been to in a long while, not since leaving for the rotten crabs for Terminus. He had a warrant out for him bounty, reason being that yes, he delivered the crabs, but kept the credits and his ex-boss was not happy.
He flicked the waitress a credit and ordered another beer and watched her walk away in her short shorts and tight tank top with legs that went all the way up to paradise. When she vanished from his sight, his attention reverted to the windows across the square, red lights highlighting the action in their frames. It was not that long ago; he would have been over there. Some how he seemed to have lost the taste. Maybe it was the influence of Alliance that had changed him, it was hard to tell, or maybe he was just tired.
He had had a busy night after all.
Sent here to track an accountant of all things. Been cooking the books in the Alliance and they were none to happy about it. A sizable amount vanished from the coffers and they wanted them back. So, they sent Eldin, with his experience and local knowledge of Nar Shaddaa. He found the guy alright, traced him to this establishment in fact, and soon enough someone will find his dead body. After the credits were transferred back to the Alliance, a bolt went through his temples. Eldin ‘cleaned up’ and made it look like suicide, made the bastard write his own note and all.
The waitress returned with his beer, “Thanks darlin’”, she gave him a wink and a smile before she left hoping she might get a ‘tip’, later. A few more beers and she just might.
He had a few hours to kill before he would leave, surely nothing would go wrong in a few hours, so, he relaxed and enjoyed the sound of the rain, the chatter around him, street traffic and .. other noises soft in the distance.
Red Light District
Never Ending Nights
...the sound of gentle rain patted on the crossed boots that rested on the railing of balcony bar of the Red Queen. One hand was occupied with a beer, the other reached up and took off his damp hat which thudded on the table next to him. Eldin scrapped his fingers through his jet-black hair, a wayward bang bounced in front of his eyes which he paid no mind. It was a place he had not been to in a long while, not since leaving for the rotten crabs for Terminus. He had a warrant out for him bounty, reason being that yes, he delivered the crabs, but kept the credits and his ex-boss was not happy.
He flicked the waitress a credit and ordered another beer and watched her walk away in her short shorts and tight tank top with legs that went all the way up to paradise. When she vanished from his sight, his attention reverted to the windows across the square, red lights highlighting the action in their frames. It was not that long ago; he would have been over there. Some how he seemed to have lost the taste. Maybe it was the influence of Alliance that had changed him, it was hard to tell, or maybe he was just tired.
He had had a busy night after all.
Sent here to track an accountant of all things. Been cooking the books in the Alliance and they were none to happy about it. A sizable amount vanished from the coffers and they wanted them back. So, they sent Eldin, with his experience and local knowledge of Nar Shaddaa. He found the guy alright, traced him to this establishment in fact, and soon enough someone will find his dead body. After the credits were transferred back to the Alliance, a bolt went through his temples. Eldin ‘cleaned up’ and made it look like suicide, made the bastard write his own note and all.
The waitress returned with his beer, “Thanks darlin’”, she gave him a wink and a smile before she left hoping she might get a ‘tip’, later. A few more beers and she just might.
He had a few hours to kill before he would leave, surely nothing would go wrong in a few hours, so, he relaxed and enjoyed the sound of the rain, the chatter around him, street traffic and .. other noises soft in the distance.
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