Elias stepped foot on the dock, his hood drawn as he glanced around at the bleak surroundings. He arrived at the nearest place that could be considered a town on the planet Mimban, it suspended above the sticky swamp by supports. There was an overcast over the entire planet and cast a grey tone to the entire town and seemed to mirror the general attitude around him. Life was hard out in the outer-rims and the further the planet was, the worse it could get for those who could be classified as survivors. He knew all too well the influence the Cartels and Syndicates had in the outer-rim and it only made things for people harder than they already were, it was a grasp he hoped he could free his parents from, soon enough.
While he wasn't the hugest of fans with the Syndicate, he needed service with one of their slicers and it was a necessary pill he would have to swallow if he wanted to get to his true objective. He had acquired the services of a slicer named "0R4CL3" and Elias had messaged him about a job against the Hutt Cartel and a generous sum of credits to go along with it. Truth be told, he didn't have the credits he promised but he was desperate and he hoped his skills could suffice enough that they would be more valuable to him. There wasn't a constant salary with the Jedi unfortunately and that meant his pockets had run a little dry. Desperate time called for desperate measures. Elias drew his hood a little tighter as he proceeded down the dock and strode further into town.
As he approached, shouting voices became discernable, and could tell they tried to sell off various wares, either counterfeit or handmade by their generations of their families supposedly. Elias ignored the calls for attention as he proceeded and weaved through the crowd of people directly to the bar. It didn't appear to have a name but it had people drinking outside of it and that was a good enough sign for him. He approached the front door before pushing it open with one arm as it parted. The bar wasn't empty but drawing near, a few tables filled up here and there with either pairings or larger groups of different races. Some of the patrons cast a glance at him when he entered but when he wasn't carrying a symbol of authority, they returned to their activities.
Elias scanned the bar quickly before he found an empty booth in the corner that allowed him a view of the entire interior. When he approached and slid into it, he pulled down his hood and waited patiently as he visibly relaxed to blend in. Instinctively, he submerged his signature even though he wasn't meeting a force user. Even though he could get ahead of himself, he was still precautious when he could afford to be and it made him feel more comfortable. He ordered a drink to pass the time as he pulled out a cigarra from his pocket and placed it between his lips before he ignited it and blew out a cloud. His addiction had been reignited and he couldn't help himself. All he had to do was wait until 0R4CL3 showed up.
While he wasn't the hugest of fans with the Syndicate, he needed service with one of their slicers and it was a necessary pill he would have to swallow if he wanted to get to his true objective. He had acquired the services of a slicer named "0R4CL3" and Elias had messaged him about a job against the Hutt Cartel and a generous sum of credits to go along with it. Truth be told, he didn't have the credits he promised but he was desperate and he hoped his skills could suffice enough that they would be more valuable to him. There wasn't a constant salary with the Jedi unfortunately and that meant his pockets had run a little dry. Desperate time called for desperate measures. Elias drew his hood a little tighter as he proceeded down the dock and strode further into town.
As he approached, shouting voices became discernable, and could tell they tried to sell off various wares, either counterfeit or handmade by their generations of their families supposedly. Elias ignored the calls for attention as he proceeded and weaved through the crowd of people directly to the bar. It didn't appear to have a name but it had people drinking outside of it and that was a good enough sign for him. He approached the front door before pushing it open with one arm as it parted. The bar wasn't empty but drawing near, a few tables filled up here and there with either pairings or larger groups of different races. Some of the patrons cast a glance at him when he entered but when he wasn't carrying a symbol of authority, they returned to their activities.
Elias scanned the bar quickly before he found an empty booth in the corner that allowed him a view of the entire interior. When he approached and slid into it, he pulled down his hood and waited patiently as he visibly relaxed to blend in. Instinctively, he submerged his signature even though he wasn't meeting a force user. Even though he could get ahead of himself, he was still precautious when he could afford to be and it made him feel more comfortable. He ordered a drink to pass the time as he pulled out a cigarra from his pocket and placed it between his lips before he ignited it and blew out a cloud. His addiction had been reignited and he couldn't help himself. All he had to do was wait until 0R4CL3 showed up.
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