Nei
Far Adrift
Location: Non-Descript Spaceport on Non-Descript Planet
Nei had been hired, and that was a good thing. The big man was running a little low on funds, and that was just simply crimping his lifestyle. Not that he lived lavishly, but he was not a man accustomed to rationing food. Indeed, his contact for this job was to meet him at a food court in a space port here, and not for the first time, Nei wondered if the Spirits were toying with him in their sense of irony. Simply shrugging, the giant took a seat on a wall at the back of the court and set his club down. Balanced on his left knee was a bowl of noodles, and balance on his right was a steaming bowl of some sort of meat with pepper flakes and a dark red sauce.
The man had said it was spicy, and the mountain of a Mandalorian quite liked that, so his helmet sat next to him on the wall as he slurped the noodles, using a pair of chopsticks in a not unfamiliar but far from the elegant or graceful way of those who ate regularly with them. Overly hot, he huffed his breath to cool the molten experience in his mouth as he consumed the meal with a rather frightening speed. His mother had often said he would twist his guts if he ate this way, but he hadn't recalled much but mild gastric issues, and so habit became norm.
This was all done as if blissfully unaware of the world around him, and almost with childlike humor writ on his large face. But it would not bode well for anyone who interrupted his meal to try and take advantage of a weak target. Even without weapons, Nei could wrestle wookies. Even though it wasn't his favorite past time.
Nei had been hired, and that was a good thing. The big man was running a little low on funds, and that was just simply crimping his lifestyle. Not that he lived lavishly, but he was not a man accustomed to rationing food. Indeed, his contact for this job was to meet him at a food court in a space port here, and not for the first time, Nei wondered if the Spirits were toying with him in their sense of irony. Simply shrugging, the giant took a seat on a wall at the back of the court and set his club down. Balanced on his left knee was a bowl of noodles, and balance on his right was a steaming bowl of some sort of meat with pepper flakes and a dark red sauce.
The man had said it was spicy, and the mountain of a Mandalorian quite liked that, so his helmet sat next to him on the wall as he slurped the noodles, using a pair of chopsticks in a not unfamiliar but far from the elegant or graceful way of those who ate regularly with them. Overly hot, he huffed his breath to cool the molten experience in his mouth as he consumed the meal with a rather frightening speed. His mother had often said he would twist his guts if he ate this way, but he hadn't recalled much but mild gastric issues, and so habit became norm.
This was all done as if blissfully unaware of the world around him, and almost with childlike humor writ on his large face. But it would not bode well for anyone who interrupted his meal to try and take advantage of a weak target. Even without weapons, Nei could wrestle wookies. Even though it wasn't his favorite past time.