Klied stood on the edge of the dock, staring out blankly across the infinite city landscape. His senses were being bombarded from all directions. The incessant chatter of the billions of citizens milling around, the overpowering flashing lights of the holo-boards, and a stench so foul it wrinkled even his nose. And yet none of it was bothering him. He just continued glaring out into the night like an iriaz in the headlights. Someone was trying to talk to him.
"Raxx..." He heard his name said. "Raxx!" A good shove brought him back to reality, the hunter blinking and looking to his right. His party was loading the last of their supplies for the upcoming expedition onto their ship. They'd be heading down to Nal Hutta soon. Another big game hunter like himself was standing beside him with a frustrated expression, dressed far more extravagantly and carrying a blaster rifle that could bring down a bull rancor. "The fumes melting your brain son?" He asked, and gave a hearty laugh. Klied offered a small grin in response.
"Feeling a bit off my game is all." He lied. In truth he had been feeling 'off his game' for the past month and a half. Things had changed, he could tell that much, he was still trying to figure out just what it was though. "I need a drink." The other hunter looked at him with only mild concern.
"Alright... Well just don't take too long yeah? We want to head out within the hour." Klied nodded, and his hunting partner gave him one more quizzical look before turning and walking back to the ship. Klied went in the opposite direction, walking along the strip of establishments that catered to those living by the docks. As expected he drew quite a few bemused glances. He was wearing a jacket of Anooba fur, the grey and black stripes standing out even on a moon like Nar Shaddaa. It wasn't long before he found a promising looking bar, Deskar's Place it was called. Making his way inside the hunter sat down at the very end of the bar, three seats away from the next nearest patron, and called over the Besalisk bartender. Deskar, he presumed.
"Dorian Quill, double." He ordered. The Besalisk chuckled at his choice and poured him a glass.
"Trying to forget a bad night?" The alien asked. Despite the bartender's friendly question Klied kept a neutral expression as he took a sip.
"Trying to forget a few..." He murmured barely audibly in response. He received another curious look from the Besalisk, but then the alien just shrugged his shoulders and left to attend to the other patrons. Klied sighed and slouched in his chair, looking down into his glass. Perhaps getting properly plastered would help alleviate his current condition? He figured it was worth a shot. Or five.
@Tulos
"Raxx..." He heard his name said. "Raxx!" A good shove brought him back to reality, the hunter blinking and looking to his right. His party was loading the last of their supplies for the upcoming expedition onto their ship. They'd be heading down to Nal Hutta soon. Another big game hunter like himself was standing beside him with a frustrated expression, dressed far more extravagantly and carrying a blaster rifle that could bring down a bull rancor. "The fumes melting your brain son?" He asked, and gave a hearty laugh. Klied offered a small grin in response.
"Feeling a bit off my game is all." He lied. In truth he had been feeling 'off his game' for the past month and a half. Things had changed, he could tell that much, he was still trying to figure out just what it was though. "I need a drink." The other hunter looked at him with only mild concern.
"Alright... Well just don't take too long yeah? We want to head out within the hour." Klied nodded, and his hunting partner gave him one more quizzical look before turning and walking back to the ship. Klied went in the opposite direction, walking along the strip of establishments that catered to those living by the docks. As expected he drew quite a few bemused glances. He was wearing a jacket of Anooba fur, the grey and black stripes standing out even on a moon like Nar Shaddaa. It wasn't long before he found a promising looking bar, Deskar's Place it was called. Making his way inside the hunter sat down at the very end of the bar, three seats away from the next nearest patron, and called over the Besalisk bartender. Deskar, he presumed.
"Dorian Quill, double." He ordered. The Besalisk chuckled at his choice and poured him a glass.
"Trying to forget a bad night?" The alien asked. Despite the bartender's friendly question Klied kept a neutral expression as he took a sip.
"Trying to forget a few..." He murmured barely audibly in response. He received another curious look from the Besalisk, but then the alien just shrugged his shoulders and left to attend to the other patrons. Klied sighed and slouched in his chair, looking down into his glass. Perhaps getting properly plastered would help alleviate his current condition? He figured it was worth a shot. Or five.
@Tulos