Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton looked all around him. He was at a Cantina in Coronet, celebrating his latest Grav-Ball Sector Championship. He didn't know why he celebrated it Jaxton felt like he had some sort of advantage over other players, like he had some sense or luck they didn't. But he had decided to celebrate anyways. He liked this Cantina because it wasn't that high class and not many of the normal patrons were that into Grav-Ball, so he wasn't recognized as much. He wore a long hooded garment to hide his features, but there was only so much you could do to hide a 6-8 man with bright red skin and bright blue hair. Jaxton could smell death sticks, alcohol, and even some spice from different corners and spaces in the room. He heard shifters whirling, patrons cussing, and cards rolling. The Sabacc tables must be active tonight. Jaxton considered playing Sabacc, but gambling didn't give him much interest. He couldn't explain it, but he always seemed to know what to do on every hand to help him out the most. It was almost as if someone was telling him what to do, or he had a sixth sense or something. He wanted to go dance a little, but doing something like that would bring unnessessary attention to himself. He didn't have any spice, nor did he want to buy any from anybody here. Jaxton could buy a drink, but it wouldn't mean as much to him with his second liver.
ROARRR
Jaxton heard a ferocias growl and turned to see what was going on. A man was walking with a few droids who were carrying a large durasteel box with a few small holes on the side. The man continued walking with the droids until he reached the stage, normally reserved for twi'lek dancers. The droids lowered the box onto the stage and the man pressed a few buttons on the box and it's steel borders raised upwards, revealing a young muzzled and de-clawed rancor trapped in some durasteel bars. A few of holos around the cantina changed to show the Rancor in it's roomy cage, and the man began speaking to the crowd about rancor wrestly, and offering a thousand credits to anyone who could pin it. The patrons were pretty clearly excited about the prospect of seeing someone wrestle a rancor, but scared of stepping up to the plate themselves.
You know what? Screw it Jaxton thought to himself. He had nothing better to do. "A free round for everyone if I can pin him." Jaxton yelled to bar as he took off his hooded overcoat, revealing his sleeveless shirt and shorts he was wearing underneat, and exposing his strong muscular frame. Everyone probably knew who Jaxton was now, but he didn't care. He was about to pin a rancor.
ROARRR
Jaxton heard a ferocias growl and turned to see what was going on. A man was walking with a few droids who were carrying a large durasteel box with a few small holes on the side. The man continued walking with the droids until he reached the stage, normally reserved for twi'lek dancers. The droids lowered the box onto the stage and the man pressed a few buttons on the box and it's steel borders raised upwards, revealing a young muzzled and de-clawed rancor trapped in some durasteel bars. A few of holos around the cantina changed to show the Rancor in it's roomy cage, and the man began speaking to the crowd about rancor wrestly, and offering a thousand credits to anyone who could pin it. The patrons were pretty clearly excited about the prospect of seeing someone wrestle a rancor, but scared of stepping up to the plate themselves.
You know what? Screw it Jaxton thought to himself. He had nothing better to do. "A free round for everyone if I can pin him." Jaxton yelled to bar as he took off his hooded overcoat, revealing his sleeveless shirt and shorts he was wearing underneat, and exposing his strong muscular frame. Everyone probably knew who Jaxton was now, but he didn't care. He was about to pin a rancor.