The Sith had found himself on Nal Hutta in search of his parents, he had long been separated from them and hadn’t seen them since he was a small boy. After gathering some intel, it had led him to Feagon Riz a two bit nothing spice dealer but he apparently knew where Telo’s farther, Marsh Nass was.
Slowly walking through the busy casino planet, he headed to the ‘rough end’ if that was even possible. Telo wasn’t sure if it was the smell of desperation, poverty or drugs he could smell in the air but either way it reeked. The Sith Champion donned a dark grey poncho over his darkened clothes so he didn’t stand out so much as a Sith, they weren’t exactly welcome across the galaxy and they often turned heads he didn’t particularly want the attention.
There stood at the end of a street corner was a skinny, pale blue twilek he wore a red silk shirt and a short black jacket and next to him stood a large fat gamorrean with a vibroaxe over his shoulder. Obviously the muscle.
Telo continued to walk forward, rather than being his usual confident self he lowered his posture and acted a little nervous “Uh.. hello, are you Feagon?” asked Telo, the Twilek narrowed his eyes and looked at the man “Who’s asking?” Telo raised one of his hands “Ohh, yes sorry! I’m throwing a party and I’m bringing some friends from work… oh.” He laughed loudly “I’m sure you don’t care about that, but I heard you’re the guy I could speak to about getting some, um.. stuff.”
Feagon snorted, chuckling softly “You got credits?” Telo nodded desperately “Yeah yeah, lots of credits! I can pay whatever you want.” The Twileks laugh slipped into an ominous smile, seeing he had a sucker and said “Sure thing, follow me.”
Feagon, the gamorrean and Telo walked around the corner and down a quiet alleyway. With their backs to Telo, the chuckled as they we’re about to pull out their weapons and mug Telo. As they turned around, a blaster was aimed at directly at Feagons head, his eyes widened as he glared into Telo’s realising he’d made a mistake “Where is Marsh Nass?” he said coldly, his fake voice washed away.
The gamorrean squealed as he pulled back his axe “Move a muscle you snorting nerf herder and I’ll blow out your bosses brains and then yours, understand?” he barked aggressively “Now where is Marsh Nass?” he yelled, anger swelling over the sith.
Slowly walking through the busy casino planet, he headed to the ‘rough end’ if that was even possible. Telo wasn’t sure if it was the smell of desperation, poverty or drugs he could smell in the air but either way it reeked. The Sith Champion donned a dark grey poncho over his darkened clothes so he didn’t stand out so much as a Sith, they weren’t exactly welcome across the galaxy and they often turned heads he didn’t particularly want the attention.
There stood at the end of a street corner was a skinny, pale blue twilek he wore a red silk shirt and a short black jacket and next to him stood a large fat gamorrean with a vibroaxe over his shoulder. Obviously the muscle.
Telo continued to walk forward, rather than being his usual confident self he lowered his posture and acted a little nervous “Uh.. hello, are you Feagon?” asked Telo, the Twilek narrowed his eyes and looked at the man “Who’s asking?” Telo raised one of his hands “Ohh, yes sorry! I’m throwing a party and I’m bringing some friends from work… oh.” He laughed loudly “I’m sure you don’t care about that, but I heard you’re the guy I could speak to about getting some, um.. stuff.”
Feagon snorted, chuckling softly “You got credits?” Telo nodded desperately “Yeah yeah, lots of credits! I can pay whatever you want.” The Twileks laugh slipped into an ominous smile, seeing he had a sucker and said “Sure thing, follow me.”
Feagon, the gamorrean and Telo walked around the corner and down a quiet alleyway. With their backs to Telo, the chuckled as they we’re about to pull out their weapons and mug Telo. As they turned around, a blaster was aimed at directly at Feagons head, his eyes widened as he glared into Telo’s realising he’d made a mistake “Where is Marsh Nass?” he said coldly, his fake voice washed away.
The gamorrean squealed as he pulled back his axe “Move a muscle you snorting nerf herder and I’ll blow out your bosses brains and then yours, understand?” he barked aggressively “Now where is Marsh Nass?” he yelled, anger swelling over the sith.