Crix Dolan (TL8)
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 207
- Reaction score
- 115
Crix moved with purpose, hands shoved into his jacket and cigara pressed between his freshly split lip. The breeze wafting off of Manaan’s endless sea carried the smell of salt and kelto, the latter opened up The Smuggler’s sinuses and the former stung his battered face. Crix had enjoyed his time here in Ahto City, but based on his last trip to the city’s infamous swoop track, he’d clearly worn out his welcome.
Over the past three weeks, Crix had weaseled his way into a local gambling ring and won more credits than he’d meant too leading to more attention than he’d wanted. Now, he found himself in a bit of a jam. The gambling ring he’d conned put a bounty on him and as it turned out, there were a ton of hunter’s on this, kriffing planet. He peeked over his shoulder and spotted the armored Selkath that had been tailing him for three blocks. Crix took a deep drag off his cigara and prepared for the inevitable.
Rounding a corner he deftly pulled his QuickDraw blaster and flicked his cigara into the alleyway. He pressed himself against the wall, his blaster hidden behind his body, as the hurried footfalls of his pursuer grew ever closer. The anticipation of conflict ignited his adrenal glands and as the hunter rounded the corner he was blindsided by Crix’s right foot. The helmet absorbed most of the impact, but was still strong and sudden enough to catch the selkath unaware.
The hunter crumpled and after a quick scan to make sure no one was watching Crix dragged the unconscious being behind a nearby dumpster pulled out his ratty pack of cigaras and lit up another smoke. He blew a plume of smoke into the air as he rounded the corner and kept making his way toward the spaceport. The Highwind was being prepped by Peetwo and would be ready to burn atmosphere as soon as he stepped on board.
Now, all he had to do was get there....
@Sreeya
Over the past three weeks, Crix had weaseled his way into a local gambling ring and won more credits than he’d meant too leading to more attention than he’d wanted. Now, he found himself in a bit of a jam. The gambling ring he’d conned put a bounty on him and as it turned out, there were a ton of hunter’s on this, kriffing planet. He peeked over his shoulder and spotted the armored Selkath that had been tailing him for three blocks. Crix took a deep drag off his cigara and prepared for the inevitable.
Rounding a corner he deftly pulled his QuickDraw blaster and flicked his cigara into the alleyway. He pressed himself against the wall, his blaster hidden behind his body, as the hurried footfalls of his pursuer grew ever closer. The anticipation of conflict ignited his adrenal glands and as the hunter rounded the corner he was blindsided by Crix’s right foot. The helmet absorbed most of the impact, but was still strong and sudden enough to catch the selkath unaware.
The hunter crumpled and after a quick scan to make sure no one was watching Crix dragged the unconscious being behind a nearby dumpster pulled out his ratty pack of cigaras and lit up another smoke. He blew a plume of smoke into the air as he rounded the corner and kept making his way toward the spaceport. The Highwind was being prepped by Peetwo and would be ready to burn atmosphere as soon as he stepped on board.
Now, all he had to do was get there....
@Sreeya