Public An Elnacon Walks Into A Bar (Character Introduction, LFG)

[Porl Berlmat]

Scene
The HT-2200 Medium Freighter shot across the sky over Nal Hutta, a small trail of smoke escaping it as it began its decent down towards the planets capital of Bilbousa. Like usual the spaceport was packed with all kinds of ships, ranging from expensive leisure yachts to run down freighters. The diversity here showed the diversity of beings that were to be roaming around the city.

The Ht-2200 slowly landed onto a small landing pad a little towards the end of the spaceport, snugly tucked between two larger freighters. With a hiss the door dropped open and shot out a ramp so the pilot could exit.

Character​

Porl Berlmat exited his frieghter bending down to avoid hitting his head on the ship as he left. Once clear he stood to his full 9ft height. The hulking mass of muscle looked around checking his surrounds. Over to his right two aliens argued over the price of spice. On his left a Duros was walking to a BT-7 Thunderclap with a Twi-lek under each arm. Porl went on heading towards the city, it was time for him to find some supply and armaments.

The first store he came across was a weapons dealer, he had a large array of blasters and melee weapons. Porls four fingered hands danced over the weapons, occasionally trying to fit his fingers around the handle and use the trigger, but much to his annoyance, many didn't fit.

"Ahhh big guy like you won't be findin' no blaster pistol here." Piped up a voice from over the counter. "But arms like that me thinks you could use any blaster rifle like a pistol." The alien gestured for Porl to follow him over to another table. "This one here'll suit a fella such as yourself." On the table was a heavy repeating blaster. Porl once picked up the rifle and noticed that this one didn't have a trigger cover, allowing his meaty fingers to easily grip it.

"How much for it?" Porl asked as he easily lifted the two handed rifle in one hand, holding it like a pistol.

"Bein' an uncommon weapon and such i'll only get rid of it for 2,000 credits." The dealer said as he rubbed his hands together.

"2,000 credits and your throwing in that vibro mace over there. Porl replied as he walked towards the mace and hoisted it off the wall. He swung it a few times and nodded to himself as he attached it to his belt. "That sounds like a fair deal to me." Porl said with wolfish grin as he rose to his full height and stood over the poor salesmen and slammed the credits on the bench.

"Yes, yes a very fair deal indeed!" The shopkeeper hurried and took the credits before waving Porl out the door. "Enjoy" He said under his breathe as the creature left. Once out of sight the dealer called someone up on his comm...

Porl continued down the swampy path until he saw a local watering hole filled with all sorts of creatures. They drank, gambled and done all sorts of activities. Porl walked through the barn doors and up to the bartender. "I'll be needing a beer." He said and dropped the credits onto the bar. "An' make sure you make it me size, I don't want any normal human sized cup." He said with a chuckle to himself. Porl looked to the Gungan beside him. "Oi fish lips, know anyone with any work goin'?"

 

[Porl Berlmat]

The Gungan muttered something under his breathe before sliding away on the bar, his drink leave a trail of condensation. Porl's sentence seemed to attract a few weary eyes and pause some conversations. The bar was a dome like structure made from what seemed to be bits and pieces of various other buildings all thrown together. Along the outside was an out door seating area, with a few Sabacc tables. Inside were a few screens depicting different races and sports event for the betters.

"Big guy like yourself show try your hand at Bounty Huntin'." Came a voice from across the bar. As Porl turned to face the source of the noise he laid his eyes upon a blue skinned Rodian. He wore a semi clean suit of armour and had himself a wide array of weapons. The Rodian walked up to Porl and plonked himself down next to him.

"Probably wouldn't be the most quiet bounty hunter but you got the size to take in most of 'em, and you look like you can take a hit or two." He slammed down his drink before ordering a new one. "Anyway, the Guilds always lookin' for new members, and if ya don't think it's for you, maybe try the Hutts. They've ussualy got something dirty needin' doin'." With that the Rodian left the bar with his drink in hand.

"That's a bit ta take in." Porl said as he stratched his head. He grabbed his Elnacon sized mug and took a deep sip, beer slushed around and spilled either side of his face. "Thanks for the help anyway!" He shouted back to the Rodian as he caught the last glimpse of him exiting the establishment.

 

[Amkoo Spujitso]

Amkoo, a rodian who you've probably seen here before (if you're been here before) but never seen sober, stumbles into the main room of the bar from a small door in the back. You can tell from his walking style and behavior that he's too drunk to even walk straight. A little behind him a female twi'lek walks out adjusting her top like she just put it on. She giggles and waves to Amkoo as he barely waves back and says "See ya later hottie".

He stumbles up to the bar and orders the "usual". The bartender pours up a dark looking drink mixture. As soon as Amkoo gets his drink and takes a big sweep before turning to Porl and looking him up and down. He says "So who are you big guy?" to Porl