Six Sin
Pugilistic Addiction
Kryll was not enjoying his vacation on Coruscant very much. In the first place, the lower levels were full of trigger-pumping thugs just waiting for rabbit stew. He'd obliged their waiting, but most of them had a terminal case of stone-cold dead now. So, he was walking along the upper levels of the half-floating city, and humming quietly to himself.
His ear twitched as he sensed something. Not in the Force, because he'd never been able to use it, but in his gut. An odd feeling told him to keep his gun drawn and loaded, his finger on the finely tooled trigger. The twitching of his ears intensified as he heard a sound like a woman muttering. What the hell was wrong with this place?
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His ear twitched as he sensed something. Not in the Force, because he'd never been able to use it, but in his gut. An odd feeling told him to keep his gun drawn and loaded, his finger on the finely tooled trigger. The twitching of his ears intensified as he heard a sound like a woman muttering. What the hell was wrong with this place?
[member='Sky']