A few hours ago Kholvar had landed his ship the Prowl in a nondescript hanger owned by a Hutt he didn't bother to remember the name of. He'd unloaded all of his cargo - twelve twi'lekki slave girls, new "employees" of the Hutt who was celebrating a new windfall of credits - and left his ship behind, deeming it a safe enough place to dock after slipping the Quarren dock-master a couple hundred credits.
There was a lot on Kholvar's mind as he left the hanger, currently flush with credits, and not much else to do for the moment. Recently he'd become a little bored of his normal routine running smuggling jobs for the Hutt Clan. Nearly a decade of serving under someone else had left him listless. It was time to start branching out on his own.
Running jobs for ten years had afforded Kholvar a decent knowledge of numerous hives of scum and villainy scattered across the galaxy. He'd also watched the rise and fall of numerous would be crime lords, and they all had one thing in common. They lacked a solid foundation to support themselves before trying to leapfrog rungs on the ladder.
With that on his mind, Kholvar entered one of the larger and more busy cantinas on Nar Shaddaa, the Moist Miraluka. Other than grabbing a much deserved drink, Kholvar was here to scout out some other men or woman that might be looking to expand their horizons as well. To do anything meaningful he'd need allies, although he wasn't particularly keen on the idea. But if it meant he'd get where he wanted to go, Kholvar was willing to put those feelings aside for now.
Approaching the bar, Kholvar waved over the bartender and ordered a large mug of nearly black beer. Leaning has back against the bar, Kholvar's eyes scoped around, looking for anyone that might stand out from the rest. Networking wasn't really one of his strong suits, but he liked to think he had an eye for talent. Figuring he might get some of the more interesting characters by offering a challenge, Kholvar raised his mug high into the air and started shouting.
"A hundred credits to anyone who thinks they can down a mug faster than I can," He bellowed, his deep voice carrying easily over the noise of the crowd. Hopefully someone out there would take him up on his offer and he would get what he was looking for.
There was a lot on Kholvar's mind as he left the hanger, currently flush with credits, and not much else to do for the moment. Recently he'd become a little bored of his normal routine running smuggling jobs for the Hutt Clan. Nearly a decade of serving under someone else had left him listless. It was time to start branching out on his own.
Running jobs for ten years had afforded Kholvar a decent knowledge of numerous hives of scum and villainy scattered across the galaxy. He'd also watched the rise and fall of numerous would be crime lords, and they all had one thing in common. They lacked a solid foundation to support themselves before trying to leapfrog rungs on the ladder.
With that on his mind, Kholvar entered one of the larger and more busy cantinas on Nar Shaddaa, the Moist Miraluka. Other than grabbing a much deserved drink, Kholvar was here to scout out some other men or woman that might be looking to expand their horizons as well. To do anything meaningful he'd need allies, although he wasn't particularly keen on the idea. But if it meant he'd get where he wanted to go, Kholvar was willing to put those feelings aside for now.
Approaching the bar, Kholvar waved over the bartender and ordered a large mug of nearly black beer. Leaning has back against the bar, Kholvar's eyes scoped around, looking for anyone that might stand out from the rest. Networking wasn't really one of his strong suits, but he liked to think he had an eye for talent. Figuring he might get some of the more interesting characters by offering a challenge, Kholvar raised his mug high into the air and started shouting.
"A hundred credits to anyone who thinks they can down a mug faster than I can," He bellowed, his deep voice carrying easily over the noise of the crowd. Hopefully someone out there would take him up on his offer and he would get what he was looking for.