Léon
The King's Buccaneer
Léon had heard tales of Nar Shaddaa, and it was a world he had never experienced before. Great neon lights burst to life, threatening to blind the Keshiri who had never experienced such a nightlife. Erotic workers called out to him, and their peddlers kept trying to shove flimsiplast advertisements in his hands. He couldn't read the Galactic Basic it was written in, but he made sure to thank them.
With an odd twelve different brochures for brothels, spice dens, casinos and cantinas clutched in his two hands, he wandered the streets alone and confused. The bustle of the Undercity was both captivating and terrifying. The Keshiri were numberless, as their language had no word for a number so high, but they were spread thinly across the continents. Here on Nar Shaddaa, it was a maze of duracrete and the streets were packed to the brim. He felt like he was drowning in the crowd.
[member="Yun Knesos"]
With an odd twelve different brochures for brothels, spice dens, casinos and cantinas clutched in his two hands, he wandered the streets alone and confused. The bustle of the Undercity was both captivating and terrifying. The Keshiri were numberless, as their language had no word for a number so high, but they were spread thinly across the continents. Here on Nar Shaddaa, it was a maze of duracrete and the streets were packed to the brim. He felt like he was drowning in the crowd.
[member="Yun Knesos"]