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A twilight had overcome the world of Narshaddaa as the decrepid cities of the moon were filled with the usual scum of the galaxy who strolled their streets. On a decrepid landing platform though there stood a face whom did not belong to the usual smugglers and theives who infested the plannet, the face of a Trandoshan. Asha'amur Skirta was the name of the reptillian being and he was a frightening sight to behold; a large reptillian humanoid with weapons straapped across his form. He was addorned in the light armor of a Trandoshan Slaver, a former profession of his.
He stood on this decrepid structure for a reason though, that being a challenge which he had issued to a Cathar to come and face him. He cared not that the site he had chosen seemed crowded; among this type of crowd he would not need to worry about the law. The rusted steel beneath him crinckled beneath his scaled feet and long claws as he paced the platform, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
He stood on this decrepid structure for a reason though, that being a challenge which he had issued to a Cathar to come and face him. He cared not that the site he had chosen seemed crowded; among this type of crowd he would not need to worry about the law. The rusted steel beneath him crinckled beneath his scaled feet and long claws as he paced the platform, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.