Verz Horak
Darjetii Kyramud
@[member="Darth Metus"]
The Nomad had recently landed on Corellia, mainly to see the place, hit a few bars, and have a good time. However, Verz Horak, commander of the Nomad, had decided to spend his evening alone.
He walked through a relatively small street, looking for a bar and some time with his thoughts. He found one that looked good, walked in, ignoring the bouncer, who did little to stop him. Nobody smart messes with a Mandalorian. And people could tell from a mile away Verz was a Mandalorian. As he sat down, the wooden barstool creaked under his weight and the weight of his distinctive crimson armor, scarred from many battles under the banner of his people.
The Nomad had recently landed on Corellia, mainly to see the place, hit a few bars, and have a good time. However, Verz Horak, commander of the Nomad, had decided to spend his evening alone.
He walked through a relatively small street, looking for a bar and some time with his thoughts. He found one that looked good, walked in, ignoring the bouncer, who did little to stop him. Nobody smart messes with a Mandalorian. And people could tell from a mile away Verz was a Mandalorian. As he sat down, the wooden barstool creaked under his weight and the weight of his distinctive crimson armor, scarred from many battles under the banner of his people.