Deserved Rest

[Sunverkh Jhess]

Hunter's Rest, Nar Shaddaa
OOC: Social thread, open to everyone.

So much had happened in the last twenty years, people changed, became older and lived peaceful lives, that, surprisingly, also included Sunverkh Jhess, once an expert bounty hunter who had captured plenty of high valued targets, now the owner of a small bar in Nar Shaddaa and not getting involved in anything too violent, if it were for him, he would had been hunting people down until his last breath. Unfortunately, he had to be realistic, Trandoshans had an average lifespan of 60 years, and he had already exceeded that mark, he wouldn't be able to fight like he did twenty years before.

That's why he bought the Hunter's rest, a small bar that was different from the others because of its main target audience, bounty hunters. The walls were decorated with trophies he gathered in the past, even his old bounty hunter armor, the new generation of bounty hunters came to the bar often, some to meet potential partners, others to listen to Sunverkh's old stories, and a few asked Sunverkh for information about most wanted targets, which, of course, he shared for a reasonable fee. Right now, however, he wasn't very busy, there weren't many clients inside and the Trandoshan blamed Life Day for that, not understanding why people thought of it as such an important event. So, at the moment, he was just cleaning some mugs, and looking at his trophies hanging on the walls, wishing he could get out there and hunt people down once more.

 

[Eoto Vrisor]

Eoto walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa, an odd feeling washing over him. This was his homeworld and what had it been? 26? 27 years since he last set foot on the smuggler's moon? It was a strange sort of nostalgia he felt. He didn't have many good memories of this place, but it was still home, more than Bothawui ever would be. The old Bothan wasn't wearing his armor, instead clad in simple civilian clothing. He still kept his blaster pistol and dagger on his person just in case, it was still Nar Shaddaa after all.

As he passed the Hunter's Rest he paused to look up at the sign. It had been some time since his last hunt. He was sixty now and didn't much like his chances taking on the galaxy's toughest criminals. The children were grown and out of the house anyway, and he had made enough credits during his career to live out a simple existence with his wife for what remained of his time. Still lately he had been itching to get some last taste of excitement before his full retirement. And so he had gone out one last time to explore the galaxy, searching for his last job. That wasn't why he was here though. Today he just wanted to relax, maybe share some of his wisdom with younger hunters, or reminisce with any colleagues, if there happened to be any here that was.

He entered the bar, not surprised to find it mostly empty. Even bounty hunters celebrated Life Day after all. He took stock of the trophies as he walked to the bar, impressed by the quantity, and wondered if they were all from one hunter. Taking a seat somewhat separated from the rest of the patrons he quietly ordered a drink and smirked as the aging Trandoshan served him. "Not much room in the galaxy for the likes of us anymore is there?" He asked solemnly.


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