Ask [Omega Station] Crimson Stained Hands

[Gareth Gin]

"It's a deal, then" A large figure said, talking to a Duros man in a well decorated office before leaving. The large man, covered in scars, bearded and gray was an imposing figure, not only because of his physical appeareance but also of the reputation that came with it. The white and gray mane, the glowing eye tattoos on his face, his imposing figure and his gauntlets made it clear who he was: The poisoner of Mon Cal, the White Lion of Zaa Fenn, Gareth Gin. Somehow free, alive and kicking.

Hushed whispers could be heard as he sat on a stool in front of the bar, nearby patrons quickly moving to other seats as he did. While other legends such as Preef Callo would be met with respect and adoration, the Matukai was mostly met with fear, for everyone in the galaxy knew what he had done in the past...No amount of explaining of his actions, hutt killing or daring heists would get the public to believe that he was not a monster...And he was fine with it, he always wanted to be a legend, didn't care if it was one born in infamy.

"Sarlacc Kicker, on the rocks." Gareth told the bartender, who would nervously nod before serving him his drink. The Lion had things to do, the deal he had just made being related to it...But it had been a while since he had gone to the Omega Station, he couldn't say he had exactly missed it, but it had been quite a while since he had drunk at a place that was relatively clean, so he decided to spend a bit of time here before going to his ship. So there he was, savouring the fear he felt from other thugs.

@Arcangel

 

[Amun Seti]

Amun Seti sat at table in the corner of the bar, his back to a wall as he gently sipped on his liquor. He had nursed the drink for a while, not much of a drinker small as he was. He had come when rumor spread among the station that a certain imposing figure had been spotted at the bar.

The rumors proved true as a mountain of a main entered the bar from the back room, where deals were cut and murders happened. The bar went quiet except for the hushed whispers of fearful patrons. Amun could feel the ripple of fear that made it's way through the bar. He wondered if the man could too.

The White Lion of Zaa Fenn. He had recently reached out to the gang, looking for alternative means of income. The fact that this man had come to Omega Station shortly after was either coincidence, or force-fated. Either way, Amun wasn't about to let opportunities such as this slip through his fingers.

Most called the White Lion a monster, a killer, a poisoner of worlds. He was all that, but Amun didn't see it that way. Amun saw something admirable. Resolve, the commitment to make a decision and follow it through to whatever end. It probably helped that Amun was a killer as well, was used to living among monsters.

He stood up as Lion sat at the bar, approaching as the man ordered his drink. He felt plenty of fear in the approach, a gnawing mass that coiled and chewed within him, but he was no slave to it. Never again. Instead of cowering in the corner like the rest of the thug's in the bar, he took a seat next to the man.

"Make that two, on me." He said to the bartender as he sat next to the mountain of a man and put his credits down. Compared to most men, the White Lion especially, Amun was small. His Echani blood meant that what height he had was packed with lean muscle that left most seeing him as scrawny and weak. Better for him to take advantage of their ignorance. Where Gareth would feel the fear of the men, and indeed, the young man who sat next to him, he would also sense something else. Admiration. Respect.

@Versok