Hask Jen
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- Joined
- Mar 2, 2019
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Taris/Near docks
14:53 Local time
The day had certainly been interesting. First Hask found out that his old friend got shot in the head month ago, not only costing him friendship but a damn good mechanic and painter as well. Then he had to save a young girl from being assaulted and violated by street thugs. In turn this girl wanted to slit his throat, terrified of him and thinking he was the Emperor or someone which was bizarre to say the least.
Thankfully he managed to win her trust and she calmed down to the point where he could get a name and home planet out of her. She was a Nightsister. She didn't look like one at all, but he figured that she most likely got adopted by the witches and raised as one of them. He offered to buy her a meal or give her a lift to another planet, knowing well that Taris was a bad place for a young and confused girl like her to get lost in, but she didn't trust him that much. Not wanting to break this extremely fragile trust he didn't press it, but he did give his whereabouts in case she had a change of heart. It was funny, caring so much for this poor girl without even knowing her, but he felt that leaving her to get torn to shreds on this planet would go against his grain. He couldn't allow it, but in the end it was her choice.
Hours past their meeting Hask sat in a cantina by a booth all on his own. His helmet was staring at him from the other end of the table and in front of him was a burger and chips, complimented by his favourite beverage: Tarisian ale. He ordered a case of the stuff for the Hurricane but he figured another pint wouldn't hurt. He sat up from his meal, looking around as he wiped a drop of sauce off his cheek and licked his finger off. He could sense a familiar presence was close. He hoped that the girl came around.
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