Rasor
Demon of Dathomir
The ship wasn't going very fast, Rasor didn't like that. Any moment spent in the back with the other passengers was a moment of uncomfortable silence and the smell of a Gamorrean. The night brother crinkled his nose at another pervasive smell in his nostrils. He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself as they began to enter the orbit of Nar Shaddaa and the small carrier began to shake. He kept his hand on the safety rail directly above him as he was jostled around by the ship. A peaceful little Bith bumped into him as it lost its grip on the rail, Rasor caught his tumble with his other hand and held it until it got adjusted. It gave him a small nod in thanks before they returned to their silence.
As they began their descent to the spaceport he couldn't help but think back to his brother he had left behind, and not just the common term "brother" for a companion, but his actual half brother. The little runt could be dead for all Rasor knew, if he wasn't he would've had to have really grown. He tried to figure out if this saddened him or not, he didn't really feel anything but a burden from his brother, but then again, he had been gone for a long time and perhaps it was simply his ego from his teenage years nagging at him.
It was then that the rear hatch opened up and the lights of the smuggler's moon showed through. For the briefest of moments he had to avert his eyes from the glare of the neon as they had grown so accustomed to the low light levels. He wrapped his cloak around his chest trying to hide the cuirass that covered it, he was here for information, not to let the place know he could fight. But then again, the instant they'd see his skin and horns they'd know where he came from, he guessed.
As they began their descent to the spaceport he couldn't help but think back to his brother he had left behind, and not just the common term "brother" for a companion, but his actual half brother. The little runt could be dead for all Rasor knew, if he wasn't he would've had to have really grown. He tried to figure out if this saddened him or not, he didn't really feel anything but a burden from his brother, but then again, he had been gone for a long time and perhaps it was simply his ego from his teenage years nagging at him.
It was then that the rear hatch opened up and the lights of the smuggler's moon showed through. For the briefest of moments he had to avert his eyes from the glare of the neon as they had grown so accustomed to the low light levels. He wrapped his cloak around his chest trying to hide the cuirass that covered it, he was here for information, not to let the place know he could fight. But then again, the instant they'd see his skin and horns they'd know where he came from, he guessed.