Captain Larraq
Capitalist
As Rygel Larraq and his date walked through the museum, he could not help but to feel that it was not going well. Silently, the two walked side by side through the old war museum and stared at one work of art or another. Depictions of glorious battles and lined the walls and repaired and carefully maintained replicas adorned the floors of the museum. A replica of an ancient Basilisk War Droid being ridden by the Mand'alor was placed in the center of the old hanger bay. Dozens of other machines and replicas dotted the landscape that surrounded them.
Larraq liked the woman. Well enough anyway. She had a pretty face and her armor shaped hugged her body in all the right places. Every now and then he caught himself staring at her backside as she led the way to one piece of artwork or another. It was a rather shapely backside... But he glanced away before she could turn and catch him staring at her.
He really wished he could think of something to talk about.
Larraq liked the woman. Well enough anyway. She had a pretty face and her armor shaped hugged her body in all the right places. Every now and then he caught himself staring at her backside as she led the way to one piece of artwork or another. It was a rather shapely backside... But he glanced away before she could turn and catch him staring at her.
He really wished he could think of something to talk about.