The Reaper of Won Shasot
Location: Duro, a bar on one of the orbiting cities
The dimmed lights of the bar shone into the even less lit street of the city as Dax quietly moved through the empty streets, beelining straight for the door. He needed a drink. Hell, at this point the man had begun to wonder if he was an alcoholic. Well even if he was, it wasn't about to stop him from this Correllian Brandy.
The door opened, and Dax saw many others hunched over at tables or the counter, nursing their own drinks. One or two of them seemed to be having a good time, laughing with a couple of their friends, but most seemed to wallowing in the fact that they were stuck constructing starship parts to the end of there days. One person in the bar however stood out among the rest. A flame of red hair sat at the counter, belonging to a person and a presence the Rogue hadn't felt or seen in many a year.
Dax took a seat beside the flame-haired woman, "Buy you a drink?"
[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]
The dimmed lights of the bar shone into the even less lit street of the city as Dax quietly moved through the empty streets, beelining straight for the door. He needed a drink. Hell, at this point the man had begun to wonder if he was an alcoholic. Well even if he was, it wasn't about to stop him from this Correllian Brandy.
The door opened, and Dax saw many others hunched over at tables or the counter, nursing their own drinks. One or two of them seemed to be having a good time, laughing with a couple of their friends, but most seemed to wallowing in the fact that they were stuck constructing starship parts to the end of there days. One person in the bar however stood out among the rest. A flame of red hair sat at the counter, belonging to a person and a presence the Rogue hadn't felt or seen in many a year.
Dax took a seat beside the flame-haired woman, "Buy you a drink?"
[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]