LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA
CURRENT MOOD: JUST PEACHY
Ghorua the Shark sat in the far corner of the bar, enjoying a sip of alcohol. His large frame made it difficult to go to any cantinas, so he was glad to discover that this one had seats designed for larger occupants. It still felt a bit small as the 10-foot Herglic put his lips to his mug. He wore his regular clothes specially designed to fit the larger beings physique, a black wife-beater, showing off his bulging muscle, and dark grey combat pants. His bandolier of gadgets, ever present over his shirt, gleamed dangerously. He had none of his big weapons on him, only a couple of DC-15's, modified heavily to be held by the beast, and his vibroknife. He wasn't expecting a fight, but he was still a force to be reckoned with, with or without his armor.
The place's drinks weren't as good as Frida's, but he would take it. Sipping again, he noticed a First Order soldier walk in. Weird. The First Order is all the way on the other side of the galaxy. Taking another sip of the alcohol, Ghorua looked to the soldier amiably, not an easy feat for the genetically modified monster. "A bit far from home, friend," the Herglic stated, his voice carrying over the white noise of glasses clinking and bar music.
- [member="Icarus"] -