Sorin Vanado
Character
[member="Darth Ferus"]
'So...how do we go about looking for them?'
'I have no clue.'
'You're the expert in Sith, surely you know.'
'I feel like neither an expert, nor knowledgeable...nor being able to make a damn sandwich.' As the smell of burnt chicken expanded into the air, he turned off the stove and just let the meat cool before throwing it into the trash. Out of all of his hidden caches, this one on Coruscant had been left untouched. If there was one thing he could do, he could make things that lasted. His cache, hidden from scanners, and located in the most random place in the storage spaces of some of the most wealthy, it had been left undisturbed for over eight years. Not a thing was missing...except for maybe the spoiled food he had left here. That just had to go. That science experiment was one he didn't want to partake of. Now that his chicken sandwich was a bust, he wondered now what to do to get something to eat. 'Alright, might as well look while getting something to eat.' No response came to this as he got his usual things, a blaster or two, some grenades to hide in his obi, but he also picked up one of his spare black messenger bags, containing one of his prized weapons: an illegally modified DC-15x Sniper Rifle. To say the least, he could skin the head off a man three miles away. Not that he would need to shoot from such a distance right now, but it's been something he's had to do before.
Fast forward about thirty minutes, and he's atop the sky lounge of...well, a very nice restaurant, and somewhat expensive. Since finding his cache, he was able to get a hold of some extra credits, so why not blow it on something nice? Hell, it's been eight years since he had a good out in the city, why not treat himself? The bonus: rum, and woman...lots and lots of woman...dancing. As the night sky was shown above through the window ceiling, he sat at the bar and drank his drink, and looked out over to the dancers as they swayed back and forth in the starlight, the room dimly lit to suit the mood.
"Your order, sir?" Asked the bartender. Sorin smirked, a knowing look on his face as he glanced over to the man.
"House special...food and drink." He felt good, and with the first shot of rum, he felt he wanted something a bit more than that tonight. Nodding, the man poured a concoction of various drinks, and placed it right in front of Sorin. He'd need more than that to make him lose his edge.
'To all my sins.' And with that, he downed it.
'So...how do we go about looking for them?'
'I have no clue.'
'You're the expert in Sith, surely you know.'
'I feel like neither an expert, nor knowledgeable...nor being able to make a damn sandwich.' As the smell of burnt chicken expanded into the air, he turned off the stove and just let the meat cool before throwing it into the trash. Out of all of his hidden caches, this one on Coruscant had been left untouched. If there was one thing he could do, he could make things that lasted. His cache, hidden from scanners, and located in the most random place in the storage spaces of some of the most wealthy, it had been left undisturbed for over eight years. Not a thing was missing...except for maybe the spoiled food he had left here. That just had to go. That science experiment was one he didn't want to partake of. Now that his chicken sandwich was a bust, he wondered now what to do to get something to eat. 'Alright, might as well look while getting something to eat.' No response came to this as he got his usual things, a blaster or two, some grenades to hide in his obi, but he also picked up one of his spare black messenger bags, containing one of his prized weapons: an illegally modified DC-15x Sniper Rifle. To say the least, he could skin the head off a man three miles away. Not that he would need to shoot from such a distance right now, but it's been something he's had to do before.
Fast forward about thirty minutes, and he's atop the sky lounge of...well, a very nice restaurant, and somewhat expensive. Since finding his cache, he was able to get a hold of some extra credits, so why not blow it on something nice? Hell, it's been eight years since he had a good out in the city, why not treat himself? The bonus: rum, and woman...lots and lots of woman...dancing. As the night sky was shown above through the window ceiling, he sat at the bar and drank his drink, and looked out over to the dancers as they swayed back and forth in the starlight, the room dimly lit to suit the mood.
"Your order, sir?" Asked the bartender. Sorin smirked, a knowing look on his face as he glanced over to the man.
"House special...food and drink." He felt good, and with the first shot of rum, he felt he wanted something a bit more than that tonight. Nodding, the man poured a concoction of various drinks, and placed it right in front of Sorin. He'd need more than that to make him lose his edge.
'To all my sins.' And with that, he downed it.