Cassius Droma
Jedi Archaeologist
Lithios. It reminded Cassius so much of Nar Shaddaa that he had been uncomfortable as soon as he hit the atmosphere. The tightly-knit buildings and towering spires stretched on until the horizon. Heavy rain pelted the canopy of his A-wing fighter as it swooped in under the cover of night. As he got closer to his designated landing pad, however, it was easier to see due to the flashing neon signs and general light pollution from the city. The pilot took a deep breath and continued along the path given to the landing pad.
He was here for a reason. Had to be, or else he wouldn’t have even considered coming here. There was something he needed, and it just so happened that he actually knew someone in this neck of the woods that could maybe help him. It was someone he hadn’t seen in a long time, but the last time they had crossed paths, Cassius had helped this person out of a bind. He only hoped that the favor could be returned.
Soon enough, once his docking fee was paid for, Cassius was able to wander about the city. In these types of places, the young Jedi liked to fly under the radar. Not that he was ashamed of being a Jedi, it was just that looking like one caused some undue attention. His attire was fitting – his layered undershirt looked normal enough, paired with tan pants and a leather jacket. No visible weapons, but his lightsaber was tucked into a small holster on his thigh, which could have housed any number of tools.
There was a sabacc den where his old friend liked to frequent, according to what he’d been able to pick up from a few sources. That was of course his first destination, and he as he casually walked in the front door, he kept his head on a swivel. He took note of different security measures, and just who looked like a threat. Didn’t look like a bad place, to be honest. Then again, his friend of afford the high life.
The guffaws of laughter caught his attention. Off to the side looked to be some sort of VIP area. Quirking an eyebrow, Cassius meandered his way over. A guard started to eye him up as he approached, and without even looking the guard’s way, Cassius waved his hand, causing a bout of momentary confusion for him. The Jedi slinked past without incident.
As he stood above the sabacc table, hands on his belt, a smile worked its way across his face.
[member="Arekk"].
He was here for a reason. Had to be, or else he wouldn’t have even considered coming here. There was something he needed, and it just so happened that he actually knew someone in this neck of the woods that could maybe help him. It was someone he hadn’t seen in a long time, but the last time they had crossed paths, Cassius had helped this person out of a bind. He only hoped that the favor could be returned.
Soon enough, once his docking fee was paid for, Cassius was able to wander about the city. In these types of places, the young Jedi liked to fly under the radar. Not that he was ashamed of being a Jedi, it was just that looking like one caused some undue attention. His attire was fitting – his layered undershirt looked normal enough, paired with tan pants and a leather jacket. No visible weapons, but his lightsaber was tucked into a small holster on his thigh, which could have housed any number of tools.
There was a sabacc den where his old friend liked to frequent, according to what he’d been able to pick up from a few sources. That was of course his first destination, and he as he casually walked in the front door, he kept his head on a swivel. He took note of different security measures, and just who looked like a threat. Didn’t look like a bad place, to be honest. Then again, his friend of afford the high life.
The guffaws of laughter caught his attention. Off to the side looked to be some sort of VIP area. Quirking an eyebrow, Cassius meandered his way over. A guard started to eye him up as he approached, and without even looking the guard’s way, Cassius waved his hand, causing a bout of momentary confusion for him. The Jedi slinked past without incident.
As he stood above the sabacc table, hands on his belt, a smile worked its way across his face.
[member="Arekk"].
