ObiWolf
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jun 29, 2016
- Messages
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Territory: Neutral
Zone: Outer Rim
Sector: Arkanis
Planet: Tatooine
Location: Smuggler's Slug Bar of Bestine city.
The cantina was stuffed with tables and chairs. Many of the chairs were filled with rough folk getting some 'food' or whatever they called the 'edible' stuff here. Funded a lot more by crime than quality, it wasn't really a place to find good eating. It was a place to find good contacts. Weapons were allowed into the building, though they were mostly for self-defense. The 30 or so private guards in the building usually kept violence in check. But one never knew, so one always carried.
It was one of those places that seemed stuffed full with dark corners and alcoves used for equally dark deals or arrangements. All sorts seemed to be in here. One of the odd ones was the blue colored two-legged dog taking up one of the booths. At least, one would expect him to be two-footed by the way he sat. A large beat up once rectangle hunk of metal leaned against the table, hiding most of what was under the table. From that, what looked like one of those cycler rifles those tuskans used was sticking out of the wrappings of the shield. And propped over his shoulder was a large metal bar, one end chisel-tipped to make it effectively a sort of spear. And a horrible spear it probably made, full of nicks and warps, bent in several places. You could even see where the old welding was that connected it to something else at one time.
One of the serving ladies was getting irritated at him for just ordering water. She looked about ready to go off on the dog. In the noise of the room, it was hard to see what he said back to her. Whatever it was, it was not received well as she stomped off away from the table. She had been blocking one more thing he seemed to have. A flat piece of metal with Aurebesh writing on it, reading "Will work for ride off planet.". Well, one part did. There was an added word at an angle in order to make it fit. That bent word to fit into the sign's space said "Accord."
Waiting, Bek sipped at the water in the cup he had, wondering if he was going to be kicked out soon.
Zone: Outer Rim
Sector: Arkanis
Planet: Tatooine
Location: Smuggler's Slug Bar of Bestine city.
The cantina was stuffed with tables and chairs. Many of the chairs were filled with rough folk getting some 'food' or whatever they called the 'edible' stuff here. Funded a lot more by crime than quality, it wasn't really a place to find good eating. It was a place to find good contacts. Weapons were allowed into the building, though they were mostly for self-defense. The 30 or so private guards in the building usually kept violence in check. But one never knew, so one always carried.
It was one of those places that seemed stuffed full with dark corners and alcoves used for equally dark deals or arrangements. All sorts seemed to be in here. One of the odd ones was the blue colored two-legged dog taking up one of the booths. At least, one would expect him to be two-footed by the way he sat. A large beat up once rectangle hunk of metal leaned against the table, hiding most of what was under the table. From that, what looked like one of those cycler rifles those tuskans used was sticking out of the wrappings of the shield. And propped over his shoulder was a large metal bar, one end chisel-tipped to make it effectively a sort of spear. And a horrible spear it probably made, full of nicks and warps, bent in several places. You could even see where the old welding was that connected it to something else at one time.
One of the serving ladies was getting irritated at him for just ordering water. She looked about ready to go off on the dog. In the noise of the room, it was hard to see what he said back to her. Whatever it was, it was not received well as she stomped off away from the table. She had been blocking one more thing he seemed to have. A flat piece of metal with Aurebesh writing on it, reading "Will work for ride off planet.". Well, one part did. There was an added word at an angle in order to make it fit. That bent word to fit into the sign's space said "Accord."
Waiting, Bek sipped at the water in the cup he had, wondering if he was going to be kicked out soon.