The Drifter.

[Broorn Sabor]

He sat up on the sidewalk, the cold rain pouring down from the night sky. A ragged blanket covered his feet and up to his waist. In his hand, a flask full of low quality liquor. Releaseing an intoxicated chuckle, he took a sip from the flask. He then slumped down, happiness seeming to fill his heart. He was temporarily homeless, due to his landlord smelling Broorn smoking spice and kicked him out onto the filthy and harsh streets.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The rain pattered the heavy leather jacket, the cotton hoodie underneath protecting the man's facial features, along with preventing most of it from hitting his face. The planet, didn't matter anymore. Preliat had been wandering for some time, armed with only a slugthrower that he stole from a vendor quite some time ago. It'd become natural to steal, to survive. But now- he wanted nothing more than to partake in whatever this man was doing.


The Wolf sat next to [member="Broorn Sabor"], glancing as the speeders passed them, the lights casting favorable lights in the rain-slicked ground.


"Wayward son?"

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"H-huh?" He asked, taking a swig from the flask. When Broorn was sober, he was the least likable guy in the galaxy. However, if intoxicated, he'd be the friendliest blue sentient in the galaxy. He glanced over to a nearby pedestrian. "S-sir, spare some change for a man out of spice?" The Chiss requested in a low tone. The man ignored him and continued on his way. The Chiss's gaze fell upon [member="Preliat Mantis"]. He grinned, then raised the flask. "H-hey pal, you want some whiskey?" He asked.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"I much prefer the company over the liquor."The Super Commando sat next to the Chiss, glancing around the street. No armor, no way to know who he really was or what he really did. Preliat turned to the drunken man beside him.


"Do much drinking or just socially?"


[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"D-drinking!" He barked, taking another swig and cringing as the burning sensation broke out throughout his chest and throat. He then looked back to the man. "W-w-w-why you be sittin' on these s-streets?" He then pulled his rugged blanket up over to his chest, before raising the flask once more. "Man, I-I-I-I o-o-once walked I-I-into this ol' shop...and used this little device...m-made it myself! T-t-tried to g-get a discount o-off of this 'ere datapad and oh, t-they got all upset. I-I-I spent some t-time in prison for that..." He then chuckled, offering the flash of liquor once more.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat's hand went up to divert the flask away from him. He smiled at his drunken behavior- but he figured the guy wasn't so likeable when he wasn't drinking."Sitting here? Simply because I am walking and I have nowhere else to go."He smiled at the man when he attempted to explain his...device.



"I'm not sure you can give me a clear answer of what it actually does."

[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"I-I-It p-puts holes in t-things!" He said happily. He then grinned, tapping a small holster on his belt. Inside of the belt would be an arrow bolt like object, along with a datapad shoved in next to it. He then reached over, digging into the duffel bag he had next to him. He removed a warm can of beer, tossing it over to [member="Preliat Mantis"]. "Take it!"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat's hand moved so quickly it might have been hard for the inabbreiated man to not simply chalk it up to magic. His hand caught the beer- but did not open it."Warm. A can of warm beer in your pocket is about the shadiest thing I think you can give me, friend."He grinned and propped a leg out into the street, watching the passersby dwindle.



"I'm assuming you're not exactly a man of good means if you're carrying around a blaster."


[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"I-I-I-I'm a h-hunter!" He barked. He took a sip from the flask, emptying it entirely. "Damn..." Then while chuckling, he tossed the flask at the head of a man wearing rather expensive and luxurious looking suit. Chuckling, he threw up a rude gesture as the man shot him a dirty look. Obviously offended, the man stalked off. He then glanced over to [member="Preliat Mantis"], a grin so wide it seemed to split his face in two.