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Ravage endured the assault and Skan watched on, an expression that was a mix of horror and satisfaction on his youthful features. Part of the Chiss wanted to beg Allard to stop, but he didn't move. The way that the Zabrak had just spoken to him had shaken something loose inside him and for the...

Skan followed Grim, sliding into the booth on the same side as his Bothan ally. He eyed the Bith before them, finding some small amusement in the fact that he was sitting with members of two species that sounded very similar. He wasn't sure why he found it funny though and took a sip of his wine...

"Telzar?" The bar tender screwed up his nose before nodding towards a booth. "Don't know anybody by that name but a Bith came in here not long ago. Over there." "Thank you." Skan responded, eyeing what was on offer in terms of alcoholic beverages. "Do you have Purple Wine here?" "Yup." The bar...

Skan seemed to be spending an awful lot of time on Ord Mantell lately. Usually, it had something to do with the Free Trade Guild but he hadn't been back since an unexpected run in with Ravage. The memory of it still made his skin crawl. If it hadn't been for Allard being there, he wasn't sure...

Skan flinched as Allard fired his weapon, forced the burning hot end of his weapon into Ravages forehead and taunted the Zabrak. Ravage let out a cry at the heat, his eyes widening more in surprise as he was slapped. Skan watched on with a mixture of fear and interest. He hadn't seen Ravage at...

"My duties with the Guild shouldn't conflict with your venture too much." Skan reassured the Bothan, listening to the rest of his explanation. He nodded, raising his eyebrows in approval at the apparent name of the group. He really liked that name. It sounded mysterious, gracious and a little...

Skan eyed the female, feeling a pang of guilt. The way she spoke the single sentence made him think that she REALLY didn't deserve him going off at her. Like there was something or some things in her past that she obviously wasn't going to tell him, but would probably make him sympathize with...

Skan recoiled from the strike, his face crying out in protest at the attack. He snapped his gaze back just in time to see Allard and his mouth dropped open as the Human all by manhandled Ravage. Blood splattered cross the table and remaining glasses as Ravage fell onto the ground, the Zabrak...

"Do you just hang out with people from this stupid little guild?" Ravage questioned, glancing sideways at Skan who had sunk even further into his seat. The Zabrak's eyes snapped back to Allard as the Human continued speaking and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Violence huh? You gunna let...

Skan listened tot he Bothans words intently. He wasn't a fighter by any stretch of the imagination, and that was what he instantly associated with the word mercenary. Aside from some skirmishes under the banner of the Free Trade Guild, he hadn't had much actual combat experience. And he didn't...

Skan looked at Herrith for a long, long moment. His red eyes softened and he sighed. He really needed to get some sleep. There had been so much going on lately that he'd let the stress get to him and now he was obviously taking it out on this new patient of his. Which definitely wasn't proper...

Skan blinked as he had his forehead poked, squinting at Allard as the Human again asked him what was wrong. Friends? Is that what they were? It certainly came as news to him. He didn't really HAVE friends after all. Most of the people he could actually name were people he had really just met. In...

The commander clearly wasn't the most enthusiastic being in the Galaxy when it came to the plan. Honestly, Skan wasn't either but then again, he really wasn't suited to battle strategy of any kind in the first place. It definitely sounded like a pretty sound idea though. Sacrifice one small part...

Skan felt that he had definitely, very clearly outlined his objections to Evandrus waking the patient up. At quite some length too. But he HAD just told Evandrus to wake the guy up, mostly because Albert was there now and he knew that he could trust the Jedi. Their initial meeting had shown him...

How many HAD Skan had since arriving in the bar? "Uh..." Skan narrowed his eyes slightly, wiping away his unfallen tears to consider the question. "More than last time I drank." That wasn't helpful, neither to Allard or himself. He didn't drink often anymore as it was, so he couldn't be certain...

Skan hadn't expected to see somebody he knew in the bar. He wasn't from the planet after all, and his social circle back on Nar Shaddaa wasn't big in the first place. His crimson eyes went to Allard as the man spoke and Skan lurched over the table, snatching the poncho away before Allard could...

The Cruel Mistress Skan wasn't sure what he was doing. Kriff, he wasn't even entirely sure how he'd gotten to the bar in the first place. All he remembered was getting back from the mission to Csilla and then, well, Alcohol. Lot's and lot's of Alcohol. He didn't have the credits to be...

"Elensalite?" Skan repeated the word slowly. He had definitely never heard of that species before, which made sense because of the apparent location of their homeworld, and he hadn't met any of the ones Christopher mentioned being on Nar Shaddaa. Nobody really knew much about the Unknown...

Skan listened intently to the metal man as he followed him into the city, very much interested in his story. He'd always had disdain for slavery. It wasn't at all a 'humane' thing to do, as the humans of the Galaxy liked to say quite often. To exert your will over somebody else who likely...

Skan was completely uncomfortable with the situation. There was just this feeling of danger that he got from Evandrus and the Chiss couldn't shake it. He discounted it as his instincts and his instincts had never been wrong before. But there was really nothing he could do in this situation...