The Living Pyre
VARIN MORTIFER
Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber
Varin’s ship had slowed itself on the landing pad of Nar Shaddaa. The planet he had grown accustomed to at one point having stayed here for a time. He knew its streets were less than safe. Murders, dealing, muggings and gang territories.
But they also had fun bars compared to more fancier planets. They seemed more organic to him. More honest in a way where people would show true intention of stabbing you in the back than try to make business dealings with words designed to entrap you on a one sided agreement.
Come to think of it…He missed Nar Shaddaa to an extent.
The ship had come to a halt with a smooth landing and he slowly stood from his seat. His armor reflecting the city lights that shone through his blast shield screen. He looked at the seat next to him to the woman who accompanied him on this journey.
Seren had traveled with him to this very planet in search of something different, a form of adventure they had yet to explore together. A night of drinking and a morning to wake up in with buzzing heads that seemed to ache with the light of the first dawn.
Varin loved his drinks though he never often indulged too much with them, preferring to keep his wits about him with only a few exceptions. It was also rather difficult for him to get inebriated due to the nature of his body and how it burned foreign chemicals and poisons out of his system.
That did not mean he wouldn’t try.
He looked over at CC who stood from their charging pod.
“Keep an eye on the ship, if anyone that is not us makes it inside, make them an example. I will not have my ship stolen.”
CC bowed their head in response.
“Of course Lord Varin.”
His gaze then fell to Seren, an instant warmth appearing in his eyes.
“Are you ready?”
