OOC: Image belongs to the SWTOR series
Nar Shaddaa is not for the faint of heart. Nor any place within former Hutt Space even so countless end up one way or another. Bruticus silently observed the crowded and music playing bar from a back corner with his first mate Falso. The Transdosen raised an eye at the matter of her captain with a half smile.“What amuses you?” The Kaleesh Captain asked without looking directly into her direction. Snoring Falso replied. “Oh the fact that you’re sizing everyone up here. You can’t stop being a warrior even on shore leave.”
Without acknowledging the fact Bruticus lifted a nearly full cup of ale and drank a bit underneath the mask. Placing the mug down he heard a commotion to the left side near the bar stand and knew who it was. There several of his red clothed brigands half drunk were laughing and shouting and singing. Even one of the Sullustan twins, Vo was dancing like a madman on table.
Suddenly vo with a yelp tripped and fell on his butt to the floor. His fellow raiders roared with laughter at his accident, slapping each other’s backs and shoving.
“I bet you one hundred credits our boys and girls starts some trouble here. Five minutes from now at least.” Falso communed with a toothy grin.
Bructius rolled his yellow eyes. “Two hundred credits say it’s happens in three.”
The captain answered as if it were already fact.