Scum & Villainy

[Vespasian Reed XVII]

Vespasian Reed XVII was not normally one who liked meeting and greeting with fellow Bounty Hunters, however - when one was low on work - it was sometimes the only way to break out of the slump. Heading toward on the the many bars frequented by his ilk on Nar Shaddaa, Vespasian was sat at the controls of a AM-7 Adventurer, and had on more than one occassion considered turning the speeder around, and heading in the opposite direction, such was his dislike of reaching out to others of his trade.

However, pragmastism had one out, and so he continued on his present course - arriving within a few minutes at the bar, one of the harder venues in town. Run by a squat little Hutt called Roota Desilijic, there was only one rule - no business on the grounds. It was a rule that was enforced with brutal effectiveness, indeed; to drink there, one had to agree to enforce that rule, free of charge if needed. However, such severe methods also made the bar a hotbed for Bounty Hunters to meet, 'safe' in the knowledge they could let their guard down - if only a little.

Stepping out of his speeder, his rifle slung over the shoulder of his foot length coat, he tipped his hat at the doorman, and gestured to his pistol and blade to indicate they would be the only weapons he was packing, and headed inside. Seeing if there was anyone he recognised, he headed to the bar, via the contracts posting wall, and, standing in front of it, lit a stim....

OOC - PvP disabled. Death Disabled. BH's, come and say hello, and then lets go a shoot stuff. Basically, if you are looking to join/form a BH group, drop in.

 

[Jett Nova (old)]

Jett was a man lost to time and space. In fact according to record he didn't exist at all. He was a man will skill but without cause. A soldier without an Empire or planet. A gun for hire. He was also starving. Low on fuel or prospects the ghost that was this former Imperial soldier left the spaceport wondered the streets of of the slum city for a watering hole and perhaps a job. In Jett's experience the two ideas were rarely exclusive.

Wondering aimlessly walking down the district of cantinas and brothels when his eyes glanced at an oddity. An apparent human dressed he walked out of a western holovid and carrying the hardware of who might have a similar skill set as himself. Jett watched the man show the door guard his wears and step inside the average for Shaddaa looking club. "Kark it", he thought. Then followed. Opening his dusty old ankle length bantha leather coat and showed the guard his twin R5's holstered and tucked away.

The grey skinned Gamorrean gave him a snort and stepped aside to allow Jett in. Stepping into the cantina Jett closed his jacket and bellied up to the bar and waited for the server droid to spot him. Fortunately for the former imperial officer it didn't take the old bucked long.

"Skee, and what ever you consider steak in this place." Jett muttered, and then watched the stranger.