Stacolt Plohol
Character
Stacolt Plohol awoke.
The freighter began to shudder a little though enough to disturb him from his slumber. Looking around, Starcolt could see the many boxes surrounding he and his girlfriend: Enzo Faye shook a bit. Enzo slept soundly placing her head against his chest, a small smile was formed on her pale face. Starcolt couldn't help but smirk at his childhood friend now lover having a good night's rest after spending time worrying about what they were going to do. Starcolt and Enzo grew up together in the lower levels of Corascant, specifically level 1313. The place was high enough to form a "civilized" society but low enough to where the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order couldn't afford to stretch their already thin assets to patrol the streets. That meant the only people that ran level 1313 were gangs from the Hutts, drug dealers, to Bounty Hunter organizations and orphans like Stacolt were caught in the middle.
To say it was a tough life would be an understatement, everyday Stacolt had to take any job that he could. Whether it was spying for rival gangs, or selling Deathsticks in the streets at night or valuables from innocents. If it weren't for Enzo, then he would've lost his mind years ago, he found stable work as a low level smuggler recently. It turned out Starcolt was pretty good at it, smuggling some drugs among gangs or more importantly information. If there was a few things that Stacolt had besides Enzo was his charm and being a crackshot with a blaster pistol. Smuggling thankfully provided both and he saw it as a ticket to make lots of credits for him and Enzo. For too long, the pair have been nomads without a ship sneaking in the back of freighters trying to eek out a living.
Right now Stacolt accepted a job from a merchant who lived in Ord Mantell to smuggle items to the Galactic Alliance. If Stacolt succeeded, he would receive the biggest payday of his life of course he was going to get in on the action. "Hey," Stacolt leaned in and kissed kissed Enzo's long brown hair. "We're almost to Ord Mantell."
The freighter began to shudder a little though enough to disturb him from his slumber. Looking around, Starcolt could see the many boxes surrounding he and his girlfriend: Enzo Faye shook a bit. Enzo slept soundly placing her head against his chest, a small smile was formed on her pale face. Starcolt couldn't help but smirk at his childhood friend now lover having a good night's rest after spending time worrying about what they were going to do. Starcolt and Enzo grew up together in the lower levels of Corascant, specifically level 1313. The place was high enough to form a "civilized" society but low enough to where the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order couldn't afford to stretch their already thin assets to patrol the streets. That meant the only people that ran level 1313 were gangs from the Hutts, drug dealers, to Bounty Hunter organizations and orphans like Stacolt were caught in the middle.
To say it was a tough life would be an understatement, everyday Stacolt had to take any job that he could. Whether it was spying for rival gangs, or selling Deathsticks in the streets at night or valuables from innocents. If it weren't for Enzo, then he would've lost his mind years ago, he found stable work as a low level smuggler recently. It turned out Starcolt was pretty good at it, smuggling some drugs among gangs or more importantly information. If there was a few things that Stacolt had besides Enzo was his charm and being a crackshot with a blaster pistol. Smuggling thankfully provided both and he saw it as a ticket to make lots of credits for him and Enzo. For too long, the pair have been nomads without a ship sneaking in the back of freighters trying to eek out a living.
Right now Stacolt accepted a job from a merchant who lived in Ord Mantell to smuggle items to the Galactic Alliance. If Stacolt succeeded, he would receive the biggest payday of his life of course he was going to get in on the action. "Hey," Stacolt leaned in and kissed kissed Enzo's long brown hair. "We're almost to Ord Mantell."