RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Demonsgate
Random Cantina
Word was abound in the outer rim, and beyond. The Sharukan, a devilish threat had amassed in the shadows. They'd struck deep into ORC territory, which is what brought me here.
From my vantage point in the corner of the cantina I could eye the door, the bar and the floor all in one swoop. On my thigh a nice Mag Pistol, and accompanying that my teal Lightsaber. Why I was here?
To join the cause, maybe have a drink or two. See I'm kinda attached to the rim by blood. The sole Child of Jack Raxis, now disgraced and forgotten ghost. I have a cousin or two. Ones Eliza, ones Jada. What they do ain't my business though. I'm anxious to find out about these sharukan and where I can best be of help.
I've had a few run ins by now. I recall slagging two of their fighters and getting a quick microump in just before they slagged me back with their larger vessel.
The thought still makes me shudder. Plasma cannons arcing in, hungry to get past my shields...
I'm a decent pilot. Been flying since I was a kid. Less skilled with a sword, but good enough with a pistol to make up for that. A cute lil outback number comes my way. Blondie with a blue twinkle in her eye, wrapped in shimmersilk.
I throw her the nod and customary smile. Then I pull my helmet off and place it on the table.
"Another whiskey please!" I say, as she passes by.....
Random Cantina
Word was abound in the outer rim, and beyond. The Sharukan, a devilish threat had amassed in the shadows. They'd struck deep into ORC territory, which is what brought me here.
From my vantage point in the corner of the cantina I could eye the door, the bar and the floor all in one swoop. On my thigh a nice Mag Pistol, and accompanying that my teal Lightsaber. Why I was here?
To join the cause, maybe have a drink or two. See I'm kinda attached to the rim by blood. The sole Child of Jack Raxis, now disgraced and forgotten ghost. I have a cousin or two. Ones Eliza, ones Jada. What they do ain't my business though. I'm anxious to find out about these sharukan and where I can best be of help.
I've had a few run ins by now. I recall slagging two of their fighters and getting a quick microump in just before they slagged me back with their larger vessel.
The thought still makes me shudder. Plasma cannons arcing in, hungry to get past my shields...
I'm a decent pilot. Been flying since I was a kid. Less skilled with a sword, but good enough with a pistol to make up for that. A cute lil outback number comes my way. Blondie with a blue twinkle in her eye, wrapped in shimmersilk.
I throw her the nod and customary smile. Then I pull my helmet off and place it on the table.
"Another whiskey please!" I say, as she passes by.....