Myles Davorak
Soldier of Fortune
(this thread will take place before Myles started his private security company, and before anything else really)
There he was, in a cantina nestled not too far from Raider's Cove. Rishi always held a special place in Myles' heart. The beaches with soft warm sand, the crystal blue waters that went for miles, the towns being secluded and of their own accord; there was a charm to it.
Feeling the seabreeze make its way into the cantina and brush over his face he looked around at the scenery. Not too many people but just enough to keep tabs on everyone. Perfect.
Davorak was on Rishi to relax for the time being and get his plan together. He needed to lay low in a sense and Rishi was a good place to do that. Pirates, scum and prisoners have fled here to escape and begin again.
A bartender droid shambled its way over to where Myles was sitting and prompted him for a drink. "Hello sir! Welcome to the Rusted Bucket! Can I get you anything?"
Snapping to attention Myles didn't shift his gaze from the doorway but he still replied to the droid "Ill just take some Jawa juice please. Easy on the ice"
Confirming Myles' order, the bartender droid shambled back to the counter to retrieve his drink.
I have no idea where to go from here. Things aren't so apparent as they seem. Naboo has no profitable work for me, privateering sucks for an older guy like me. He thought to himself.
Myles just got out of a job contract doing maintenance on a privateering vessel. Rather than the privateers listening to Myles and taking his word that he was a "crack shot" and a "good soldier" they scoffed and put him to fixing hyperdrives and thresh coils. Damn them all.
He doubted that a stranger would walk into this cantina and seek him out immediately, or even know who he was. Still can't blame a man for trying to find a job.
Myles only had to make 10,000 more credits and then he would take a shuttle to Tatooine where a shipwright was selling a one of a kind ship dating from the Clone-Wars Era, and it was in decent condition Myles couldn't resist.
The bartender droid brought his drink to which he thanked the droid and gave it a credit chit. He focused back on the main doorway, slinking back in his seat and enjoying the seabreeze hitting him in the face.
Maybe my luck will turn around.
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There he was, in a cantina nestled not too far from Raider's Cove. Rishi always held a special place in Myles' heart. The beaches with soft warm sand, the crystal blue waters that went for miles, the towns being secluded and of their own accord; there was a charm to it.
Feeling the seabreeze make its way into the cantina and brush over his face he looked around at the scenery. Not too many people but just enough to keep tabs on everyone. Perfect.
Davorak was on Rishi to relax for the time being and get his plan together. He needed to lay low in a sense and Rishi was a good place to do that. Pirates, scum and prisoners have fled here to escape and begin again.
A bartender droid shambled its way over to where Myles was sitting and prompted him for a drink. "Hello sir! Welcome to the Rusted Bucket! Can I get you anything?"
Snapping to attention Myles didn't shift his gaze from the doorway but he still replied to the droid "Ill just take some Jawa juice please. Easy on the ice"
Confirming Myles' order, the bartender droid shambled back to the counter to retrieve his drink.
I have no idea where to go from here. Things aren't so apparent as they seem. Naboo has no profitable work for me, privateering sucks for an older guy like me. He thought to himself.
Myles just got out of a job contract doing maintenance on a privateering vessel. Rather than the privateers listening to Myles and taking his word that he was a "crack shot" and a "good soldier" they scoffed and put him to fixing hyperdrives and thresh coils. Damn them all.
He doubted that a stranger would walk into this cantina and seek him out immediately, or even know who he was. Still can't blame a man for trying to find a job.
Myles only had to make 10,000 more credits and then he would take a shuttle to Tatooine where a shipwright was selling a one of a kind ship dating from the Clone-Wars Era, and it was in decent condition Myles couldn't resist.
The bartender droid brought his drink to which he thanked the droid and gave it a credit chit. He focused back on the main doorway, slinking back in his seat and enjoying the seabreeze hitting him in the face.
Maybe my luck will turn around.
(@anyone is free to join!)