Michael Drake
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Aug 5, 2018
- Messages
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Michael Drake hadn't been on Ord Mantell in years, yet he felt quite at home in the bustling hub of Worlport. The air hummed with the vibrant chorus of a dozen alien languages, and as Drake breathed in the air, the smell of smoke and pollution washed over him. All things considered, it didn't seem like the kind of place a "reputable business" would be located, but then again, he wasn't looking for a legitimate line of work. If anything, the shadowport reminded him of Nar Shaddaa: noisy, disreputable, and doubtlessly, full of avarice--felt almost like being home again.
If the information he'd received was correct, then he was to meet Daesha Keever--the Guild's leader--at the Cruel Mistress. Hopefully the name wasn't an allusion to her personality... either way, Drake decided it was wise to keep his guard up. Beneath his crimson flight jacket, he carried a semi-concealed holster attached to his hip, which kept his trusty MH31 Blaster in reach of his prosthetic hand, and over by the spaceport, he'd kept his MR-series astromech onboard his ship, just in case he needed to take off in a hurry.
Finally, Drake found himself in front of the Cruel Mistress. As he entered the doorway of the cantina, he reminded himself of who he was looking for: a female Twi'lek with blue lekku. When he eventually stepped through the doorway, Drake hesitated, and allowed himself a moment to look over the cantina for any potentially dangerous patrons. When he eventually found who he was looking for, he made his way over to her, simultaneously trying not to attract too much attention while not being suspicious.
"Excuse me," he walked up to the Twi'lek, speaking in a suave tenor, "Are you Daesha Keever? I'm here for a job opportunity."
@The Captain
If the information he'd received was correct, then he was to meet Daesha Keever--the Guild's leader--at the Cruel Mistress. Hopefully the name wasn't an allusion to her personality... either way, Drake decided it was wise to keep his guard up. Beneath his crimson flight jacket, he carried a semi-concealed holster attached to his hip, which kept his trusty MH31 Blaster in reach of his prosthetic hand, and over by the spaceport, he'd kept his MR-series astromech onboard his ship, just in case he needed to take off in a hurry.
Finally, Drake found himself in front of the Cruel Mistress. As he entered the doorway of the cantina, he reminded himself of who he was looking for: a female Twi'lek with blue lekku. When he eventually stepped through the doorway, Drake hesitated, and allowed himself a moment to look over the cantina for any potentially dangerous patrons. When he eventually found who he was looking for, he made his way over to her, simultaneously trying not to attract too much attention while not being suspicious.
"Excuse me," he walked up to the Twi'lek, speaking in a suave tenor, "Are you Daesha Keever? I'm here for a job opportunity."
@The Captain
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