Ewok Folk Can Survive!

[Snarykk]

The song blared over the Cantina jukebox as stale smoke lingered in the air and loud, Nar Shadda accents boomed throughout the cantina. Now naturally, the small Ewok seated at the back of the cantina enjoyed the song. However, this was not the Ewok's most important concern. Trapping a huge, gigantic, possibly badass whale-thing that had a pretty decent price on it's head.

The Ewok was calmly puffing on his homemade pipe, examining the patrons seated at the bar. Now, he had assumed noticing a giant fish would be an incredibly easy task but you'd be surprised. A very small, easily concealable slugthrower pistol was in the Ewok's paws as he waited patiently.

Where the hell was he?!

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA; SECTOR 14, FRIDA'S SPACER BAR
EQUIPMENT (in bio): BANDOLIER w/ GRENADES - SATCHEL - DUAL DC-15's - LARGE VIBROKNIFE
CURRENT MOOD: NEUTRAL

Ghorua plodded through the bar, pushing past drunk patrons and gangsters. His target was a Human male, red hair, with a leather jacket. The ten-foot Herglic walked closer and closer to the man, a metallic object in his hand, every footstep sending shockwaves into the drinks around him. Getting to the table in short time, the Herglic raised his hand up....

"One Corellian ale?", Ghorua asked, holding up a metal pint of the frothy brew. The man smiled, and nodded. With a quick dip of the arm, Ghorua topped off the guys glass, and began to push his way back to the counter. Ghorua didn't wear his combat armor. Instead, he wore a white apron, over his black wife-beater, and grey cargo shorts. This modest clothing didn't quite cover up his gigantic physique, or his rows of sharp teeth. Or his belt, which contained grenades of different calibers, and pistols. But that wasn't extremely strange for a bartender on Nar Shaddaa.

Ever since Ghorua had learned of the bounty on his head, set in place by Lady Kay and Justice, he had lain low. One can't be a good Hunter if you turn into the hunted. The Bounty had all but demolished his hopes of being a renowned Bounty Hunter. Until the whole ordeal rolled over, Ghorua had made some tough calls. One of these calls being to work at this bar. Frida, the Duros woman that owned the establishment, knew him well, and was looking to hire an assistant bartender. The Herglic had happily obliged, and doubled as security for the tiny little bar. His armor, his pet Massiff, and most of his other equipment was in his ship, parked at a hangar not far away, in case he had to run for it. Overall, this place was relatively safe.

Ghorua had just started his shift. There was plenty of work to do. Wiping his brow with a dirty towel, he went behind the bar, and began serving out drinks.

- [member="Snarykk"] -