“No...no, lookss like he’s dying of fumes. Looks like she’s hit a wall head on, no. That’ss a long lane hyperspacer if I’ve ever ssseen one. Hsssk.” Tresshk had his jaw in his hand as he sat outside the spaceport hangar, glancing between the passing pilots. He knew what he was looking for, the type he wanted. Someone adventurous, alone, and perhaps a little desperate. It’d make for the perfect partner, however temporary, and maybe even some decent company.
The lanky and muscled alien couldn’t hide his rather intimidating stature even as he sat on a supply crate, people watching for his perfect ticket to Byblos. It was what he wanted ever since he’d heard of the old stashes left there by some dead-head of the Dawn. Tresshk had to see it for himself, he’d always been curious what he’d find, and there was an excitement being this far into the Core, since the last time he was here he’d been arrested. That was a story for another time, though, and a story Tresshk didn’t want to think about. This was his vacation! He didn’t handle the peaceful reprieve well, it wasn’t his style. Tresshk wanted an adventure. He had gotten as far as Loronar by being hired off as protection for a space freighter, his usual gig to travel. But he needed a special ride to get to Byblos, and likely a good pilot if things went awry. He certainly hoped they would, or this would be no fun...
However, Tresshk knew this may very well be his last chance, so he just HAD to find somebody. The New Republic, or the Alliance, or the Conglomerated Systems...Whatever the government was calling themselves these days hardly mattered to the trandoshan. What DID matter was that they were growing, or at least each of the systems in that government wanted ‘theirs’. It wouldn’t be long before these old stashes were cleaned up and cleaned out by the Free Worlds in the area, so well-intentioned ne’er-do-wells like himself couldn’t have any fun, or an impressive addition of firepower to their arsenal. Tresshk let out a light hissing growl from his throat as he stewed in the thoughts of the Free Worlds Alliance. The Sith were growing, enough that the Zaa Fenn were getting in early ties with those deadly freaks. These supposed Free Worlds were still playing Republic, not doing anything, however long they’d be ‘Free’. The Galaxy was always at war, it was all about sides, and his kind always fell by the wayside anyways. He wished the Core would just give up on their notion of being overseers for the galaxy and just focus on the big bads, or give up all together.
The view of him in his unhappy thoughts certainly made the trandoshan stick out, more than his six foot six size, raccoon mask and stripes, and inked arms already did. It was rare to see his kind anywhere near the Free Worlds, though admittedly not unheard of on the Corellian Run.
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The lanky and muscled alien couldn’t hide his rather intimidating stature even as he sat on a supply crate, people watching for his perfect ticket to Byblos. It was what he wanted ever since he’d heard of the old stashes left there by some dead-head of the Dawn. Tresshk had to see it for himself, he’d always been curious what he’d find, and there was an excitement being this far into the Core, since the last time he was here he’d been arrested. That was a story for another time, though, and a story Tresshk didn’t want to think about. This was his vacation! He didn’t handle the peaceful reprieve well, it wasn’t his style. Tresshk wanted an adventure. He had gotten as far as Loronar by being hired off as protection for a space freighter, his usual gig to travel. But he needed a special ride to get to Byblos, and likely a good pilot if things went awry. He certainly hoped they would, or this would be no fun...
However, Tresshk knew this may very well be his last chance, so he just HAD to find somebody. The New Republic, or the Alliance, or the Conglomerated Systems...Whatever the government was calling themselves these days hardly mattered to the trandoshan. What DID matter was that they were growing, or at least each of the systems in that government wanted ‘theirs’. It wouldn’t be long before these old stashes were cleaned up and cleaned out by the Free Worlds in the area, so well-intentioned ne’er-do-wells like himself couldn’t have any fun, or an impressive addition of firepower to their arsenal. Tresshk let out a light hissing growl from his throat as he stewed in the thoughts of the Free Worlds Alliance. The Sith were growing, enough that the Zaa Fenn were getting in early ties with those deadly freaks. These supposed Free Worlds were still playing Republic, not doing anything, however long they’d be ‘Free’. The Galaxy was always at war, it was all about sides, and his kind always fell by the wayside anyways. He wished the Core would just give up on their notion of being overseers for the galaxy and just focus on the big bads, or give up all together.
The view of him in his unhappy thoughts certainly made the trandoshan stick out, more than his six foot six size, raccoon mask and stripes, and inked arms already did. It was rare to see his kind anywhere near the Free Worlds, though admittedly not unheard of on the Corellian Run.
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