Lancem Cuiléin
Hyper Predator
Nar Shaddaa was one of those planets which was not only filled with dirt and the normal resouces, but was filled with dirt and normal resources in the people and moral sense. In the thirty minutes he'd been here he had laid witness to at least two muggings in a couple of alley-ways which altogether weren't even really that dark.
Off in the distance he could see the atrociously huge casino of the Red Ravens, something rumored to bring in enough revenue that it could potentially support an entire fleet of starships if the Ravens were inclined to do that sort of thing. Lancem personally didn't know how much money circulated the casino, but it was probably a fair bit even if the rumors were false. After all, casinos were for people who thought they had a lot of money to spend, but not nearly enough money to actually spend on things. It was sort of anti-climactic how they came in with hundreds of credits and then lost all of them in a matter of a couple of hours.
Anyways, that wasn't why Lancem was here. He was here to take lessons from a random person he had contacted on the Holonet about learning how to move things with his mind. It was the life-time obsession of billions of children, to look at a rock and suddenly have it fling off into your annoying siblings face. That would have been terribly useful while he was growing up. Still, the times were changing and after three centuries of life, Lancem was ready to pick up some new tricks.
He was supposed to meet the trainer just outside of one of the little shanty-towns, which sort of rang the same way that most armed robberies and muggings did. Wasn't like he had much to steal, and it wasn't horribly likely that even a group of small-timers would have the chance to kill him, they usually tried and didn't last too long. Advantages of being an ex-mercenary and for having more life experience in the fine art of killing on the planet: Check.
He saw a comfortable shady tree which surprising wasn't covered in absolute muck and slime, maybe this tree was less greedy than the other trees and therefore had yet to pick up the Hutt-like ichor which seemed to cover so much of the area.
Now he just had to wait.
And wait.
More waiting.
Was the person going to show up? It had been at least...he checked his chrono to see that it had only been about seven minutes, and that the person wasn't even necessarily late. "Knew I shouldn't have had three cups of caf before I came out here to try and wait for a person who is probably going to be late, I know i'd be late trying to avoid all those muggers and nutjobs who are roaming the area and trying to grab their extra two credchits for the day." He puffed out rapidly, scarcely taking a breath as he flew through sentences. "Just you and I, tree. Waiting til the end of the waiting period at which point we shall no longer be waiting, and shall no longer be in a period of waiting." Caf was really good, but it sure did make him say really weird things sometimes.
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Off in the distance he could see the atrociously huge casino of the Red Ravens, something rumored to bring in enough revenue that it could potentially support an entire fleet of starships if the Ravens were inclined to do that sort of thing. Lancem personally didn't know how much money circulated the casino, but it was probably a fair bit even if the rumors were false. After all, casinos were for people who thought they had a lot of money to spend, but not nearly enough money to actually spend on things. It was sort of anti-climactic how they came in with hundreds of credits and then lost all of them in a matter of a couple of hours.
Anyways, that wasn't why Lancem was here. He was here to take lessons from a random person he had contacted on the Holonet about learning how to move things with his mind. It was the life-time obsession of billions of children, to look at a rock and suddenly have it fling off into your annoying siblings face. That would have been terribly useful while he was growing up. Still, the times were changing and after three centuries of life, Lancem was ready to pick up some new tricks.
He was supposed to meet the trainer just outside of one of the little shanty-towns, which sort of rang the same way that most armed robberies and muggings did. Wasn't like he had much to steal, and it wasn't horribly likely that even a group of small-timers would have the chance to kill him, they usually tried and didn't last too long. Advantages of being an ex-mercenary and for having more life experience in the fine art of killing on the planet: Check.
He saw a comfortable shady tree which surprising wasn't covered in absolute muck and slime, maybe this tree was less greedy than the other trees and therefore had yet to pick up the Hutt-like ichor which seemed to cover so much of the area.
Now he just had to wait.
And wait.
More waiting.
Was the person going to show up? It had been at least...he checked his chrono to see that it had only been about seven minutes, and that the person wasn't even necessarily late. "Knew I shouldn't have had three cups of caf before I came out here to try and wait for a person who is probably going to be late, I know i'd be late trying to avoid all those muggers and nutjobs who are roaming the area and trying to grab their extra two credchits for the day." He puffed out rapidly, scarcely taking a breath as he flew through sentences. "Just you and I, tree. Waiting til the end of the waiting period at which point we shall no longer be waiting, and shall no longer be in a period of waiting." Caf was really good, but it sure did make him say really weird things sometimes.
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]