Cadan Tazi
Spicy Spice King
The dual suns beat down, their malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was it's co-conspirator with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The kowakian monkey lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them. Various slave owners hid under their tarps. Although slaves were left out in the sun, some in a metal cage, slowly getting hotter. Others had collars wrapped around their neck.
You find yourself on the planet of Tatooine, and in a glorious slave acution. It was a day that many of them came to sell their slaves, they had the protection of The Jackals and in extension the Hutt Cartel.
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Cadan lent up against a post, hiding underneath a tarp with his cigar handing out of his mouth. His kowakian monkey lizard on his shoulder, saving it's feet from the searing sands.Cadan was armed to the teeth, seeing as how the last slave auction on Tatooine was invaded by do gooders. Now they had a large supply of guards. They were also not the only ones here to sell slaves.
Cadan wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor looked like it was kept in the best condition, with only a few cuts and scrapes on it, it also had The Jackals logo on the left breast plate. Wrapping itself around his armor was a brown trench coat, the coat itself was once a fine piece of fabric, but now it was almost as run down as an old slave. The coat was severely burnt and carried multiple bullet holes and stains. Strapped to his right thigh was a DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could bee seen sketched into the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. A Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool, was strapped around Cadan's back via leather strap.
"Glad I got me some drink." Cadan said as he lifted a bottle of alcohol to his mouth, letting the liquid clear his throat from the dryness. He then spat it out, the liquid landing and splashing on a metal cage that held a cowering Rodian.
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