Nico Marr
Character
The Acheron descended into Korbin's crowded spaceport, its cargo hold empty for the first time in months. After what felt like a complete and overwhelming deluge of work - endless missions of pickups and drop-offs of smuggler's treasures, dangerous criminals, and strange objects of immeasurable value - the one-man crew of the small freighter vessel had decided to take a few days from galavanting around the galaxy to indulge in the finer pleasantries of life.
And how better to indulge than to find his way to the pirate centre of the Galaxy; a watering hole that never went dry.
Korbin had long ceased mining operations -- but the buccaneers who had been known to frequent it never lost hope. The spaceport in Pleasant City was still home to a large population that was continually expanding. With the ever-growing One Sith empire on the doorsteps of the system, refugees of the increasingly powerful faction were escaping as best they can. The Acheron had delivered her fair share of One Sith asylum seekers to the Inner Rim planet, most of them paying a fairly substantial sum to leave occupied space on a low-key, anonymous level. Certainly, the Acheron's pilot had been more than happy to accept the credits, without giving too much thought to the reason behind it; a job was a job, and as long as it got done and he got paid, he was happy.
Nico Marr cracked his knuckles habitually as he debarked down the ship's ramp, closing the entrance behind him and heading towards the spaceport's cantina. From outside he could hear the overwhelming thrum of music and the sounds of debauchery that could only be associated with a place known for scoundrels and pirates; clearly he'd need to keep his wits about him. Tapping the trusty blaster at his side, as if to remind himself that it was there, he pushed aside the door and walked with confidence into the cantina.
The trick would be to remain unseen within the crowd, and to not draw any attention to himself. The past few years scouring the scummiest hives of the galaxy had taught him more than enough about keeping relatively incognito -- don't start anything, or get involved, and nothing too bad would come your way. He sidled up to the bar, the large and rather intimidating looking barkeep looking down at him from behind three inky black eyes. A grunt was offered the man's way, as if to say "What the hell do you want?", to which Nico pointed at one of the bottles behind the creature.
"That ale there mate, thanks." Tapping the countertop in front of him he waited, producing the appropriate amount of credits when the drink slid his way. A quick swig of the beverage and he let out a content sigh; glad, for the first time in a while, to have a minute to relax without some employer breathing down his neck.
ooc notes: an introductory thread to bring Nico Marr into the SWRP world. open to anyone interested!
And how better to indulge than to find his way to the pirate centre of the Galaxy; a watering hole that never went dry.
Korbin had long ceased mining operations -- but the buccaneers who had been known to frequent it never lost hope. The spaceport in Pleasant City was still home to a large population that was continually expanding. With the ever-growing One Sith empire on the doorsteps of the system, refugees of the increasingly powerful faction were escaping as best they can. The Acheron had delivered her fair share of One Sith asylum seekers to the Inner Rim planet, most of them paying a fairly substantial sum to leave occupied space on a low-key, anonymous level. Certainly, the Acheron's pilot had been more than happy to accept the credits, without giving too much thought to the reason behind it; a job was a job, and as long as it got done and he got paid, he was happy.
Nico Marr cracked his knuckles habitually as he debarked down the ship's ramp, closing the entrance behind him and heading towards the spaceport's cantina. From outside he could hear the overwhelming thrum of music and the sounds of debauchery that could only be associated with a place known for scoundrels and pirates; clearly he'd need to keep his wits about him. Tapping the trusty blaster at his side, as if to remind himself that it was there, he pushed aside the door and walked with confidence into the cantina.
The trick would be to remain unseen within the crowd, and to not draw any attention to himself. The past few years scouring the scummiest hives of the galaxy had taught him more than enough about keeping relatively incognito -- don't start anything, or get involved, and nothing too bad would come your way. He sidled up to the bar, the large and rather intimidating looking barkeep looking down at him from behind three inky black eyes. A grunt was offered the man's way, as if to say "What the hell do you want?", to which Nico pointed at one of the bottles behind the creature.
"That ale there mate, thanks." Tapping the countertop in front of him he waited, producing the appropriate amount of credits when the drink slid his way. A quick swig of the beverage and he let out a content sigh; glad, for the first time in a while, to have a minute to relax without some employer breathing down his neck.
all those stars recall your goodbye
ooc notes: an introductory thread to bring Nico Marr into the SWRP world. open to anyone interested!