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"The Baldfaced Lie" was a gem of a cantina, clean and politely serviced like so many others on scenic Nar Shadaa. The shantytown sinkhole with its scowling, pockmarked Duros bartender and watered down grey-green piss was one of many good places to go unnoticed by anyone who mattered, while still meeting in public. Iskaral sat quietly at the bar, nursing his disgusting beverage and not even complaining about it. His blaster was tucked into his dusty and faded, yet once quite vibrant vest. Similarly time-ravaged shirt and pants of fine make completed the look of a has-been. His boots were simple leather and they were kicking slightly in a fidget as he sat in the silent bar, ignored by bartender and the few other destitute patrons alike.
Heaving a sigh, the Zeltron rose his pale blue eyes to the ceiling as if seeking answers there in the sagging, damp surface above. Someone had written something up there at one point but he couldn't quite make it out. He sighed, again, and finished his drink.
Reluctantly, "One more."
He was waiting on two possible contacts within the Hutt Cartel, hoping to gain the security and income of a Prospect. Iskaral was confident that he had the skills to back up his bid; he could slice into just about any system he'd ever seen, he was a fair shot with his blaster and he was smart enough to have survived so far, wasn't he? Iskaral sipped, made a face and put the glass down. He couldn't help wondering about his mission here. There were a few debts to be collected on Nar Shadaa, mostly from smugglers and slavers that owed the Hutt Cartel money. That was about all Iskaral had been told, excepting that his talents for passing encrypted systems might be needed to secure the credits - if they ended up having to kill the indebted. He was half-hoping they would, which did make him feel a bit guilty. Part of him had become addicted to that feeling of finishing a person during his freelance bounty hunting days. Iskaral sipped again, wondering why he did so. It was absolutely disgusting.
[Feel free to throw in more about these indebted we're after]
"The Baldfaced Lie" was a gem of a cantina, clean and politely serviced like so many others on scenic Nar Shadaa. The shantytown sinkhole with its scowling, pockmarked Duros bartender and watered down grey-green piss was one of many good places to go unnoticed by anyone who mattered, while still meeting in public. Iskaral sat quietly at the bar, nursing his disgusting beverage and not even complaining about it. His blaster was tucked into his dusty and faded, yet once quite vibrant vest. Similarly time-ravaged shirt and pants of fine make completed the look of a has-been. His boots were simple leather and they were kicking slightly in a fidget as he sat in the silent bar, ignored by bartender and the few other destitute patrons alike.
Heaving a sigh, the Zeltron rose his pale blue eyes to the ceiling as if seeking answers there in the sagging, damp surface above. Someone had written something up there at one point but he couldn't quite make it out. He sighed, again, and finished his drink.
Reluctantly, "One more."
He was waiting on two possible contacts within the Hutt Cartel, hoping to gain the security and income of a Prospect. Iskaral was confident that he had the skills to back up his bid; he could slice into just about any system he'd ever seen, he was a fair shot with his blaster and he was smart enough to have survived so far, wasn't he? Iskaral sipped, made a face and put the glass down. He couldn't help wondering about his mission here. There were a few debts to be collected on Nar Shadaa, mostly from smugglers and slavers that owed the Hutt Cartel money. That was about all Iskaral had been told, excepting that his talents for passing encrypted systems might be needed to secure the credits - if they ended up having to kill the indebted. He was half-hoping they would, which did make him feel a bit guilty. Part of him had become addicted to that feeling of finishing a person during his freelance bounty hunting days. Iskaral sipped again, wondering why he did so. It was absolutely disgusting.
[Feel free to throw in more about these indebted we're after]
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