Zavzen Sae'ryx
A Modern Je'daii Ranger
[member="Mikkel Markov"]
Zavzen sat back with a sigh, resting his feet up against the table in front of him. He was sat in a shadowy corner of a cantina on Nar Shaddaa, The Dancing Joy. Around him female Twi'lek slave wore revealing outfits and danced around, cheesy and annoying music was being played live by a band live to his left. A typical club on Nar Shaddaa. His clothing - a dark brown cloak with shoulder guards, black leather tunic and black cloth trousers - was stained with blood. He had just returned from dismantling a base of operations for a slave ring and had decided to celebrate. Otherwise, he would never had been caught dead in one of these places.
Suddenly the Force screamed a warning to him and he ducked in time to dodge a blaster bolt. Following the line that the blaster had taken, he looked up into a masked face. "Well," he drawled, "that wasn't nice. You could of let me finish my drink, friend." He said gestering to his half finished drink. "Come, sit. Shall we discuss why your trying to kill me while I finish, hmm. No need for us to be uncivilised."
Zavzen sat back with a sigh, resting his feet up against the table in front of him. He was sat in a shadowy corner of a cantina on Nar Shaddaa, The Dancing Joy. Around him female Twi'lek slave wore revealing outfits and danced around, cheesy and annoying music was being played live by a band live to his left. A typical club on Nar Shaddaa. His clothing - a dark brown cloak with shoulder guards, black leather tunic and black cloth trousers - was stained with blood. He had just returned from dismantling a base of operations for a slave ring and had decided to celebrate. Otherwise, he would never had been caught dead in one of these places.
Suddenly the Force screamed a warning to him and he ducked in time to dodge a blaster bolt. Following the line that the blaster had taken, he looked up into a masked face. "Well," he drawled, "that wasn't nice. You could of let me finish my drink, friend." He said gestering to his half finished drink. "Come, sit. Shall we discuss why your trying to kill me while I finish, hmm. No need for us to be uncivilised."