Jack Anderson
Kark you
Jack was bored out of his mind, he had been giving a tour of the Blackwing cloning facilities to several Jen’ari officials, it was almost painful, but this was how you kept a contract, playing nice. Jack knew, if these karking fools decided to drop it nothing shy of an audience with the Dark Counsel would get it back, if he was lucky. Having unleashed the group onto a meeting room and an army of interns to assist them for the rest of the day Jack took the opportunity to kark off to where the 701st usually hung out, and the escort pilots for the officials were invited to join. Jack liked to have fun with his force abilities, so he kick open the door with a force push and lit a cigar with pyrokinesis as he slid into a seat at the improvised bar to watch a game of crashball on one of the holo screens.
“Oi, Fazdar, send a bottle down this way, I spent too much time with those friggen arses who think their poodoo don’t stink.” Jack shouted down to the bartender half way down the bar. “I can’t think right anymore, gimme something heavy.”
The bartender took the opportunity to whip a bottle of Corellian rum right at Jack’s face, the act was so casual and without warning that it was clearly a normal thing. Jack, knowingly expect it reached out with the force to slow it down and catch it. “AND A GLASS TOO!” Which followed pretty quickly and was caught in the same manner.
[member="Nicole Callix"]
“Oi, Fazdar, send a bottle down this way, I spent too much time with those friggen arses who think their poodoo don’t stink.” Jack shouted down to the bartender half way down the bar. “I can’t think right anymore, gimme something heavy.”
The bartender took the opportunity to whip a bottle of Corellian rum right at Jack’s face, the act was so casual and without warning that it was clearly a normal thing. Jack, knowingly expect it reached out with the force to slow it down and catch it. “AND A GLASS TOO!” Which followed pretty quickly and was caught in the same manner.
[member="Nicole Callix"]