A hooded figure stalked the lower parts of Nar Shaddaa's sprawling underbelly, forcefully pushing past many groups of ruffians and hooligans. One of the scum had enough balls to try to insult and throw a punch at the hulking cloak of a creature, and was answered in kind with a crippling blow to the midsection that sent him sprawling across the dirty durasteel ground with blood streaming from his mouth. The others were on the verge of engaging the cloaked man when he took the initiative, and began to rightly pummel all five of them with punches and kicks that were vastly swifter than the thug's drug-diminished brains could comprehend. In just forty seconds, all the thugs were sprawled on the ground, soaking in their own blood and excrement that had found its way out of their bowels as all muscle control was lost to that specific region. The hooded figure only gave a slight sneer before turning away from the heap of people and continued on his brisk pace through the scum and decay of the quickly crowding street. He continued on this trek for at least a good forty or forty-five meters through the labyrinth before finally reaching a destination worthy of his time. A well-known, and rather raunchy night club known for its mixture of decent alcohol and debaucherous woman. Both of those suited the hooded man just fine, and without hesitation he strode into the noise and chaos of the night club.
Inside he found the place to be rather packed and quickly scouted out a free spot for him to relax in, and perhaps receive some of this club's well known satisfactory woman for the evening. On his way to the empty booth, his eyes glanced back and forth across the courtyard, his force-enhanced vision catching some rather steamy business being conducted under the table for a few male patrons by the female host, but chose to ignore it and continue to the booth. Once there, he slid in with considerable swiftness, plopping down on the worn leather and relaxing back onto the backrest, swinging both of his legs up and onto the table, crossing them non-chalantly as he waited for someone to either service him, or get him a damn drink. The music increased in tempo and bass, making the man's very bones vibrate in sync with the music, and gave him a sense of oneness with the chaos being produced to every club-goer, and he quickly threw back his hood, revealing a devilish visage of blood red skin, and a pair of black horns erupting from his forehead. Doviculous smiled slightly and closed his eyes, deciding to take a quick nap before going on a quest for some booty.
Inside he found the place to be rather packed and quickly scouted out a free spot for him to relax in, and perhaps receive some of this club's well known satisfactory woman for the evening. On his way to the empty booth, his eyes glanced back and forth across the courtyard, his force-enhanced vision catching some rather steamy business being conducted under the table for a few male patrons by the female host, but chose to ignore it and continue to the booth. Once there, he slid in with considerable swiftness, plopping down on the worn leather and relaxing back onto the backrest, swinging both of his legs up and onto the table, crossing them non-chalantly as he waited for someone to either service him, or get him a damn drink. The music increased in tempo and bass, making the man's very bones vibrate in sync with the music, and gave him a sense of oneness with the chaos being produced to every club-goer, and he quickly threw back his hood, revealing a devilish visage of blood red skin, and a pair of black horns erupting from his forehead. Doviculous smiled slightly and closed his eyes, deciding to take a quick nap before going on a quest for some booty.