Daxton Bane
Character
Angelbay Station, Tellus IV
It felt good to be finally back in the Empire, Daxton thought to himself as he walked through the crowds lining the walkways on Angelbay Station. For weeks now he had been carefully guiding the Republic Jedi Guards and doing annoying diplomatic work on neutral planets, his fingers were starting to itch. Fortunately, he got word that a major op was on the way soon.
Although his forces were fully trained and ready to go into battle, it never hurt to bring along a few extra friends. The plus side was there were always mercenaries looking to make a few extra credits so he had his contacts spread the word that he was recruiting for a security job.
Word spread fast, and in this part of space many were eager to line their pockets with a few more credits. Entering the quaint bar called The Mailed Fist, Daxton walked to his table and sat down. The bar keep set a bottle of rare Earth Scotch and a packet of dark leaf stim sticks. Pouring himself a glass, Daxton took a sip before lighting the first stick of the day. Blowing rich aromatic smoke out of his nose, he took another sip as he prepared himself for today's business.
It felt good to be finally back in the Empire, Daxton thought to himself as he walked through the crowds lining the walkways on Angelbay Station. For weeks now he had been carefully guiding the Republic Jedi Guards and doing annoying diplomatic work on neutral planets, his fingers were starting to itch. Fortunately, he got word that a major op was on the way soon.
Although his forces were fully trained and ready to go into battle, it never hurt to bring along a few extra friends. The plus side was there were always mercenaries looking to make a few extra credits so he had his contacts spread the word that he was recruiting for a security job.
Word spread fast, and in this part of space many were eager to line their pockets with a few more credits. Entering the quaint bar called The Mailed Fist, Daxton walked to his table and sat down. The bar keep set a bottle of rare Earth Scotch and a packet of dark leaf stim sticks. Pouring himself a glass, Daxton took a sip before lighting the first stick of the day. Blowing rich aromatic smoke out of his nose, he took another sip as he prepared himself for today's business.