Frank "Begs" Jusik
Kyramud
Nar Shadda
Corellian Sector
Back to the grind. After a few weeks of wandering about the galaxy with a pirate band and doing a bit of hunting Jathin was finally back in Sun space, enforcing the Black Sun's authority with a ruthless efficiency his employers enjoyed. Today he was keeping eyes on a former low level gangster who'd just been given the management of a casino. His job was to ensure the newcomer did his effectively, and if he didn't, arrange for a change in management via bullet to the brain. Dressed smartly and in a newly pressed suit Jathin entered the shining casino and was greeted at the door by the Rodian who'd been given the job. The lights of the various machines flickered between different shades of conflicting colors, reflecting various shades on the environment around them. Behind that a large chandelier was illuminating the centerpiece of the room, a large group of sabaac tables. After Jathin had glanced about he extended his hand out with a cold smile at the alien before him.
The Rodian took a glance at the tattooed Black Sun that was forever etched into Jathin's skin and gave a nervous shake in return. The creature was right to be nervous. With a casino this expensive the judgment would be brutal. Though a non firm handshake was a sign of weakness or contempt among strangers.
Mark one.
"Hello Mr.Fallin, I'm Mr.Slajk. I'm so glad to welcome you to my casino! As you can see everything's in working order--" The Rodian who's name Jathin had already forgotten droned on a Jathin lit a cigarette and took in a long drag only half listening to him, no doubt the being before him had memorized the handbook, but the body language was speaking louder than the nomenclature.
Jathin sighed and followed the Rodian as he nervously showed off the casino.
Corellian Sector
Back to the grind. After a few weeks of wandering about the galaxy with a pirate band and doing a bit of hunting Jathin was finally back in Sun space, enforcing the Black Sun's authority with a ruthless efficiency his employers enjoyed. Today he was keeping eyes on a former low level gangster who'd just been given the management of a casino. His job was to ensure the newcomer did his effectively, and if he didn't, arrange for a change in management via bullet to the brain. Dressed smartly and in a newly pressed suit Jathin entered the shining casino and was greeted at the door by the Rodian who'd been given the job. The lights of the various machines flickered between different shades of conflicting colors, reflecting various shades on the environment around them. Behind that a large chandelier was illuminating the centerpiece of the room, a large group of sabaac tables. After Jathin had glanced about he extended his hand out with a cold smile at the alien before him.
The Rodian took a glance at the tattooed Black Sun that was forever etched into Jathin's skin and gave a nervous shake in return. The creature was right to be nervous. With a casino this expensive the judgment would be brutal. Though a non firm handshake was a sign of weakness or contempt among strangers.
Mark one.
"Hello Mr.Fallin, I'm Mr.Slajk. I'm so glad to welcome you to my casino! As you can see everything's in working order--" The Rodian who's name Jathin had already forgotten droned on a Jathin lit a cigarette and took in a long drag only half listening to him, no doubt the being before him had memorized the handbook, but the body language was speaking louder than the nomenclature.
Jathin sighed and followed the Rodian as he nervously showed off the casino.