Javir Strilla
Character
Javir awoke to find himself locked in a cell with a really bad headache. "How did I get here?" He asked as his vision cleared. Looking around he'd find that it was raining heavily he honestly had no clue what planet he was on. Trying to force himself to remember he noticed that all around him there were more cells lined up with all different species of creatures. Walking up and down the aisles were the aristocrat types in their fancy clothes examining each person they passed. Wookies, Trandoshans, human's and even clawdites were trapped in cells. Javir couldn't believe his eyes, this was nothing but a slavery ring, and he was on the list of merchandise.
Looking down Javir saw how they hadn't taken his belonging or even checked him over which was a stupid notion. On Javir his lightwhip was wrapped around his waist, however the durasteel tassles made it look more like a belt so he couldn't fault them to much for it. However they really should've checked inside his jacket which is where he kept his curved hilt saber. SLowly memories flooded back to him of how he had been caught. He had paid for a shuttle ticket, but mid flight the pilot said they were taking a detour. Coming to a stop on the planet Zygerria, Javir decided to visit one of the local bars, however when he ordered his drink and proceeded to consume it he fell unconscious. Javir pounded against the cage as rage flooded him. He hated the slavers and even more so himself for getting caught in this predicament. All around him the slavers carried blasters, and even though Javir knew how to use his lightsaber and whip again he doubted he'd be able to take all of them on at once. So he sat down in his cage waiting for the opportune moment. "Aw yes he seems like quite a strong lad, hmm nice skin color but those eyes are disturbing." A passing aristocrat said while examining Javir. He was refering to Javir's eternally tan skin and empty green eyes.
"I am going to slice everyone into tiny little pieces." Javir mumbled as he looked around.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
Looking down Javir saw how they hadn't taken his belonging or even checked him over which was a stupid notion. On Javir his lightwhip was wrapped around his waist, however the durasteel tassles made it look more like a belt so he couldn't fault them to much for it. However they really should've checked inside his jacket which is where he kept his curved hilt saber. SLowly memories flooded back to him of how he had been caught. He had paid for a shuttle ticket, but mid flight the pilot said they were taking a detour. Coming to a stop on the planet Zygerria, Javir decided to visit one of the local bars, however when he ordered his drink and proceeded to consume it he fell unconscious. Javir pounded against the cage as rage flooded him. He hated the slavers and even more so himself for getting caught in this predicament. All around him the slavers carried blasters, and even though Javir knew how to use his lightsaber and whip again he doubted he'd be able to take all of them on at once. So he sat down in his cage waiting for the opportune moment. "Aw yes he seems like quite a strong lad, hmm nice skin color but those eyes are disturbing." A passing aristocrat said while examining Javir. He was refering to Javir's eternally tan skin and empty green eyes.
"I am going to slice everyone into tiny little pieces." Javir mumbled as he looked around.
@[member="Circe Savan"]