GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Somewhere in the galaxy, someone was having a party. Somewhere in the galaxy, someone had a DJ pumping out the latest tunes while they made sure a party went well. Somewhere else in the galaxy, it was someone's birthday, someone was a year older, a year closer to death via old age. Somewhere else, someone had just died in a random mugging gone wrong, blood staining the cobbles or the concrete that she or he died upon. Somewhere else in the galaxy, a ship was flying to do work.
On Tatooine, Kei Garnik sat with his legs up on a table, DL-44 at his side and a good Corellian Ale sat on the table to his side. He was waiting, waiting to finish something that he stared weeks before anything happened. Weeks before he found out he was a Raxis, related to Jack and Gray. He knew names, having followed his family tree back to his grandparents.
The man of the hour, the man he was waiting for. [member="Gray Raxis"], his cousin. Kei had robbed the rich guy from the Tatooine mansion weeks ago, and since the rich guy had been sending thugs to every corner of the galaxy after him. It was time to end it, he wanted to be able to move freely and easily without being attacked every single time he left his apartment, his ship or his hotel room. He wanted to be able to do his work without being attacked everything he tried anything. It was annoying, it was straight up annoying as a smuggler to be attacked day in and day out.
He sipped his drink.
And he waited.
[member="Stardust"]
On Tatooine, Kei Garnik sat with his legs up on a table, DL-44 at his side and a good Corellian Ale sat on the table to his side. He was waiting, waiting to finish something that he stared weeks before anything happened. Weeks before he found out he was a Raxis, related to Jack and Gray. He knew names, having followed his family tree back to his grandparents.
The man of the hour, the man he was waiting for. [member="Gray Raxis"], his cousin. Kei had robbed the rich guy from the Tatooine mansion weeks ago, and since the rich guy had been sending thugs to every corner of the galaxy after him. It was time to end it, he wanted to be able to move freely and easily without being attacked every single time he left his apartment, his ship or his hotel room. He wanted to be able to do his work without being attacked everything he tried anything. It was annoying, it was straight up annoying as a smuggler to be attacked day in and day out.
He sipped his drink.
And he waited.
[member="Stardust"]