Sinder
One Bad Mamajama
Anobis
A static image of a Gand appeared out of the bounty chit in Sinder’s paw. His body was covered in heavy armor and his buggy eyes were more sunken in than most of his species. Gripped in both hands were deadly weapons, one of them was a melee weapon, and one of them ranged. Below the image was a nameplate, Grez.
Another message popped up below, warning that the target had been a public bounty and there were other hunters in the area.
Sinder closed the bounty chit and stuffed it back in his tunic.
A soft breeze carried the sweet scent of wheat and corn over toward Sinder’s nose. The mercenary had found himself in the center of a very large crater likely formed a millennia ago during one of the planet’s many civil wars. Surrounding him on all sides were small, humble durasteel buildings that would be considered shacks on planets like Coruscant. Smack dab in the middle of those buildings, however, was an Oasis, or at least that’s what the bar’s name was.
The cantina sat between two ten story towers. The towers were living space for the citizens while the middle was much shorter, spanning only three floors. The first two floors of the middle column were property of the public cantina, Oasis. The third floor, however, was a secret. No one Sinder had spoken to so far in his stay on Anubis had known about the third floor. The general consensus was that you didn’t ask about it.
The first floor was where he would start his hunt. He drowned out the sounds of the locals passing with a deep yawn as he entered the bar before him. Unsurprisingly, the inside was as unremarkable as the outside. The only thing that rivaled the amount of dust on the wall was the number of portraits of old sports stars that came from Anubis. Sinder’s tail flicked with anticipation outside of his tunic covered armor, an obvious sign of agitation.
The seven foot Trianii stood well over the average height of the farmers that frequented the bar, however, none of them batted an eye at his presence. This usually meant that they were accustomed to the presence of a bounty hunter. Also meaning his mark was already aware of his bounty. This was bad for Sinder and any competition he might have on this hunt. The hunter approached the bar where his mark was last seen, motioning toward the bartender, “Whisky on the rocks.” His voice would be hard to make out over the sound of the other patrons of the bar. It was lucky for Sinder, however, that almost all bounty hunters ordered the same drink.
Terra Song
A static image of a Gand appeared out of the bounty chit in Sinder’s paw. His body was covered in heavy armor and his buggy eyes were more sunken in than most of his species. Gripped in both hands were deadly weapons, one of them was a melee weapon, and one of them ranged. Below the image was a nameplate, Grez.
Another message popped up below, warning that the target had been a public bounty and there were other hunters in the area.
Sinder closed the bounty chit and stuffed it back in his tunic.
A soft breeze carried the sweet scent of wheat and corn over toward Sinder’s nose. The mercenary had found himself in the center of a very large crater likely formed a millennia ago during one of the planet’s many civil wars. Surrounding him on all sides were small, humble durasteel buildings that would be considered shacks on planets like Coruscant. Smack dab in the middle of those buildings, however, was an Oasis, or at least that’s what the bar’s name was.
The cantina sat between two ten story towers. The towers were living space for the citizens while the middle was much shorter, spanning only three floors. The first two floors of the middle column were property of the public cantina, Oasis. The third floor, however, was a secret. No one Sinder had spoken to so far in his stay on Anubis had known about the third floor. The general consensus was that you didn’t ask about it.
The first floor was where he would start his hunt. He drowned out the sounds of the locals passing with a deep yawn as he entered the bar before him. Unsurprisingly, the inside was as unremarkable as the outside. The only thing that rivaled the amount of dust on the wall was the number of portraits of old sports stars that came from Anubis. Sinder’s tail flicked with anticipation outside of his tunic covered armor, an obvious sign of agitation.
The seven foot Trianii stood well over the average height of the farmers that frequented the bar, however, none of them batted an eye at his presence. This usually meant that they were accustomed to the presence of a bounty hunter. Also meaning his mark was already aware of his bounty. This was bad for Sinder and any competition he might have on this hunt. The hunter approached the bar where his mark was last seen, motioning toward the bartender, “Whisky on the rocks.” His voice would be hard to make out over the sound of the other patrons of the bar. It was lucky for Sinder, however, that almost all bounty hunters ordered the same drink.
Terra Song
