Venris Helion
Forming my own path
Tortuga
On an island that stank of decay and alcohol, in a hive of wretches and outcasts, it was very rare for Venris to meet somebody outside of his usual circle of friends who could be trusted, much less spoken to pleasantly. At times he found himself wondering why he even bothered returning here when not on business with the Expeditionary Fleet, and at other times he was having too much fun in the few relatively harmless occasions of merriment that could be found on this backwater world.
Speaking of fun...
"My condolences to you, gentlemen," Venris chuckled as he stepped out onto a moon lit street. "See you in a week, looking forward to robbing you blind and getting away with it." He waved over his shoulder almost mockingly at a group of men who were gathered around a table, passed out, soaked in liquor and with one of their heads caught in the middle of a hologram of a dancing Twi'Lek. Venris shook his head in disgust at the sight of the group and proceeded on his way. "Men of high integrity, they are."
As Venris began to make his way back towards the Red Beard Tavern, which the crew had taken possession of on their first visit to Tortuga, he couldn't help but feel that there was something different about the city tonight. He began to list possibilities off in his head...
Usual brawls, speeder races in the streets, shooting contests....regular shootings and other such carnal chaos that civilization despised? All check.
No, it wasn't the city...but there was something close by that was setting off alarms in his head, or possibly someone to be more accurate.
Venris took a detour to the edge of the town and set out into the forest, trekking to the site where he usually trained with Zavzen in the ways of the Je'daii of Old. He exhaled and turned about, scanning the trees. "Alright, whoever is there, come out right now."
[member="Mallory Pryde"]
On an island that stank of decay and alcohol, in a hive of wretches and outcasts, it was very rare for Venris to meet somebody outside of his usual circle of friends who could be trusted, much less spoken to pleasantly. At times he found himself wondering why he even bothered returning here when not on business with the Expeditionary Fleet, and at other times he was having too much fun in the few relatively harmless occasions of merriment that could be found on this backwater world.
Speaking of fun...
"My condolences to you, gentlemen," Venris chuckled as he stepped out onto a moon lit street. "See you in a week, looking forward to robbing you blind and getting away with it." He waved over his shoulder almost mockingly at a group of men who were gathered around a table, passed out, soaked in liquor and with one of their heads caught in the middle of a hologram of a dancing Twi'Lek. Venris shook his head in disgust at the sight of the group and proceeded on his way. "Men of high integrity, they are."
As Venris began to make his way back towards the Red Beard Tavern, which the crew had taken possession of on their first visit to Tortuga, he couldn't help but feel that there was something different about the city tonight. He began to list possibilities off in his head...
Usual brawls, speeder races in the streets, shooting contests....regular shootings and other such carnal chaos that civilization despised? All check.
No, it wasn't the city...but there was something close by that was setting off alarms in his head, or possibly someone to be more accurate.
Venris took a detour to the edge of the town and set out into the forest, trekking to the site where he usually trained with Zavzen in the ways of the Je'daii of Old. He exhaled and turned about, scanning the trees. "Alright, whoever is there, come out right now."
[member="Mallory Pryde"]