Rezaq Karr
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So this was Coruscant? Rezaq had seen overly urbanized planets before, and a part of him itched to investigate the lower levels to see what had been forgotten to time's touch in the eons since anyone went down below where sapients still decided to live....but he knew better. Even places like this had their predators, and only a foolish hunter went poking around blind without learning first what might eat him. Besides, he had more important things to look into...
For starters, food. He was hungry, and fresh food had run out on the Favor three days ago. Thankfully, he had some credits left, and a contact to meet for a delivery of both the crate in his cargo hold and the datasticks he'd made copies of. He didn't quite understand the fixation on three thousand year old robes worn by some lost cult of sun worshippers on the ass end of an outer rim dustball, but who was he to argue with the strange avian that had enlisted his services? Besides, he'd scored a treasure trove of documents from the culture as an added bonus...if he could find a way to translate them.
One claw touched the little earpiece stuck close to his ear, growling low in to his comm. "This place reeks, Bold. Let me know when Krii'sstheee contacts the ship about where we're taking her delivery," he chuffed. "I'm going to go get something hot and bloody, and something to wash it down that I'm hoping doesnt pickle my liver."
[Try not to die, Furball. Training a new Meat-Sack is too much trouble,] the astromech beeped back. [Organics get screechy when I have to electrocute my Meat-Sack back to functionality.]
"...That only happened once."
[That you were present for.]
"One of these days, you'll have to tell me the stories locked away in that processor of yours."
With that, he pushed his way into a somewhat seedy looking bar not too far from where his ship was docked, hoping that that really was meat he smelled over the pervasive stench of exhaust, pollution, and far too many bodies crammed into a tight spot. The wolf found a seat in the corner, putting his back to a wall, and flagged down one of the servers to order. The drink came fast, and he sipped it absently, watching the people coming and going with a fascination that still burned bright even after so many decades.
For starters, food. He was hungry, and fresh food had run out on the Favor three days ago. Thankfully, he had some credits left, and a contact to meet for a delivery of both the crate in his cargo hold and the datasticks he'd made copies of. He didn't quite understand the fixation on three thousand year old robes worn by some lost cult of sun worshippers on the ass end of an outer rim dustball, but who was he to argue with the strange avian that had enlisted his services? Besides, he'd scored a treasure trove of documents from the culture as an added bonus...if he could find a way to translate them.
One claw touched the little earpiece stuck close to his ear, growling low in to his comm. "This place reeks, Bold. Let me know when Krii'sstheee contacts the ship about where we're taking her delivery," he chuffed. "I'm going to go get something hot and bloody, and something to wash it down that I'm hoping doesnt pickle my liver."
[Try not to die, Furball. Training a new Meat-Sack is too much trouble,] the astromech beeped back. [Organics get screechy when I have to electrocute my Meat-Sack back to functionality.]
"...That only happened once."
[That you were present for.]
"One of these days, you'll have to tell me the stories locked away in that processor of yours."
With that, he pushed his way into a somewhat seedy looking bar not too far from where his ship was docked, hoping that that really was meat he smelled over the pervasive stench of exhaust, pollution, and far too many bodies crammed into a tight spot. The wolf found a seat in the corner, putting his back to a wall, and flagged down one of the servers to order. The drink came fast, and he sipped it absently, watching the people coming and going with a fascination that still burned bright even after so many decades.