Crime Lord
It had to be a clean break. For himself, for his crew. The Krakens had targeted the people- Well person.
Shai Maji
was the only Mandalorian he cared about, but she cared about her people. So he should too, right? No, he wanted to be part of that, her people. Family. Maybe not a Mandalorian himself, but if he wanted to be a bigger part of her life he couldn't be chilling with a group of pirates that were targeting her family. So he left. His old crew would be fine. He was little more than a figure head and they knew everything on how to run the ship and such.But damn did he miss them.
In a random bar on a random world he sat alone, drinking beer after beer. He couldn't get drunk, his body refused to allow such poison as alcohol to exist, but damned if he wasn't going to try. And maybe it gave him a bit of an excuse to act out like he was drunk, at least. He slung around his mug, letting the beer splash on the counter. "Why's bein' a pirate gotta be so karkin' complicated!? Ammiright? Should just be as easy as go n' rob people. Not 'oh wait am I about to rob my girlfriends family' or 'are these my girlfriends people' or some shit. I mean, who even thinks fightin' Mandalorians is a karkin' good idea these days!" He grumbled as he threw back another mug, draining the thing in one fell swoop.
No one was listening, though. He just sat alone, yelling as the bartender continued to feed him drinks. He just seemed like a drunk looser, but a drunk looser with a lot of credits was somethin the barman would put up with. For now.
