Myles Vylumnar
No gods, no masters
It was a night just like any other on Zeltros.
"Stay inside, Kaz."
"What!? But I want to come along this time! You never let me go with you!" he complained as Kazuutto followed Myles down the boarding ramp.
"You're just gonna end up getting yourself killed. Besides, we'll have plenty of time once the job is done." he said. The Toydarian paused his flight, grumbling in annoyance.
"For everything I've done for you, this is how you treat me!? I oughta steal your ship!"
"You say that every time and you never do it. Just hold on, I'll be back in a bit" said Myles as he continued walking along. Behind him, the docking ramp lifted shut. Behind it, a pissed off Toydarian. It would pass, for now he would focus on his job.
As Myles continued down the streets, he noticed a club (one of many) blasting his favorite song. He paused in his tracks, contemplating for a moment. A little procrastination wouldn't hurt, he thought to himself. Besides, he had enough time to be in and out.
Minutes Later...
"Ay, you. You wanna buy some deathsticks?" asked a random Rodian junkie.
"No, I'm good. Thanks." Myles took a good look at the Rodian trying to sell him deathsticks. He looked absolutely disgusting, as if he was the product of several inhumane lab experients thrown in a trash compactor and brought to life, and that wasn't just exaggerated racism.
"You sure? I got lotsa deathsticks!"
"You should probably go home and rethink your life." he said as he dismissed the abomination. He sat at the bar, watching the dancers. He was known to be a bit of a sleazeball at times. It probably rubbed off on him from Kaz. Nevertheless, he was getting bored. Clubs weren't really his thing, they were usually too loud and full of shady people with all kinds of weird diseases.
As he sat up and turned to leave, one particular dancer caught his eye...
[member="nisa luma"]
"Stay inside, Kaz."
"What!? But I want to come along this time! You never let me go with you!" he complained as Kazuutto followed Myles down the boarding ramp.
"You're just gonna end up getting yourself killed. Besides, we'll have plenty of time once the job is done." he said. The Toydarian paused his flight, grumbling in annoyance.
"For everything I've done for you, this is how you treat me!? I oughta steal your ship!"
"You say that every time and you never do it. Just hold on, I'll be back in a bit" said Myles as he continued walking along. Behind him, the docking ramp lifted shut. Behind it, a pissed off Toydarian. It would pass, for now he would focus on his job.
As Myles continued down the streets, he noticed a club (one of many) blasting his favorite song. He paused in his tracks, contemplating for a moment. A little procrastination wouldn't hurt, he thought to himself. Besides, he had enough time to be in and out.
Minutes Later...
"Ay, you. You wanna buy some deathsticks?" asked a random Rodian junkie.
"No, I'm good. Thanks." Myles took a good look at the Rodian trying to sell him deathsticks. He looked absolutely disgusting, as if he was the product of several inhumane lab experients thrown in a trash compactor and brought to life, and that wasn't just exaggerated racism.
"You sure? I got lotsa deathsticks!"
"You should probably go home and rethink your life." he said as he dismissed the abomination. He sat at the bar, watching the dancers. He was known to be a bit of a sleazeball at times. It probably rubbed off on him from Kaz. Nevertheless, he was getting bored. Clubs weren't really his thing, they were usually too loud and full of shady people with all kinds of weird diseases.
As he sat up and turned to leave, one particular dancer caught his eye...
[member="nisa luma"]