Incubi Priest
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The handsome Zeltron strolled briskly and happily down the dark Coruscanti street. A sinister grin on his face, his custom fit black tunic allowed him to blend in quite well with the quiet darkness. Lightsaber on hilt, the red skinned Shade approached a stern looking Aqualish, holding out credits as he did so.
"The usual there eh?" Eamic said with a grin, "You know I'm a good customer, how about a little discount for me?"
The Aqualish checked the amount of money in his hand and scoffed angrily. "You expect to get four shipments for less than the price of one? Hand over more or leave me alone."
Eamic tilted his head some and quickly grabbed his lightsaber, bringing it up and felling the drug dealer. Squatting down, he retrieved the large heavy bags of spice from the alien's trenchcoat. Retreating the scene casually, the Shade found himself in a rather homely diner, still fairly busy in spite of the hour. Taking a seat at the crowded bar, he smiled at his rather attractive Twi'lek waitress.
"What can I get for you, sir?" She asked politely.
"I'm only here for the patrons, actually. Business as usual." He slid fifty credits to the girl, "I assume there's a price for cooperation."
Slightly taken back by the offer, she hesitated only for a second before pocketing the credits and nodding in agreement. Now all Eamic had to do was await those seeking a fix for their addiction, or something a bit more interesting. Either way, the Zeltron's plans for the night would not be aborted.
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Retto Veraber stood beside the body of a small girl lying in a puddle of what was assumed as her own blood. Shaking his head slowly at the fallen youth, the Tynnan left a tracer for local authorities so they would find the body while he went out into the night in hopes of capturing the innocent's attacker.
The search had gone on for nearly an hour, with no sign of a culprit anywhere. No presence of guilt or wickedness that was linked to the girl was detected by the Jedi. Yet, through the Force it was clear that someone was hiding in plain sight, and doing so very well. Approaching the diner, the Jedi took a seat at a small booth, scanning all patrons in the hopes of discerning the murderous needle in the haystack.
"The usual there eh?" Eamic said with a grin, "You know I'm a good customer, how about a little discount for me?"
The Aqualish checked the amount of money in his hand and scoffed angrily. "You expect to get four shipments for less than the price of one? Hand over more or leave me alone."
Eamic tilted his head some and quickly grabbed his lightsaber, bringing it up and felling the drug dealer. Squatting down, he retrieved the large heavy bags of spice from the alien's trenchcoat. Retreating the scene casually, the Shade found himself in a rather homely diner, still fairly busy in spite of the hour. Taking a seat at the crowded bar, he smiled at his rather attractive Twi'lek waitress.
"What can I get for you, sir?" She asked politely.
"I'm only here for the patrons, actually. Business as usual." He slid fifty credits to the girl, "I assume there's a price for cooperation."
Slightly taken back by the offer, she hesitated only for a second before pocketing the credits and nodding in agreement. Now all Eamic had to do was await those seeking a fix for their addiction, or something a bit more interesting. Either way, the Zeltron's plans for the night would not be aborted.
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Retto Veraber stood beside the body of a small girl lying in a puddle of what was assumed as her own blood. Shaking his head slowly at the fallen youth, the Tynnan left a tracer for local authorities so they would find the body while he went out into the night in hopes of capturing the innocent's attacker.
The search had gone on for nearly an hour, with no sign of a culprit anywhere. No presence of guilt or wickedness that was linked to the girl was detected by the Jedi. Yet, through the Force it was clear that someone was hiding in plain sight, and doing so very well. Approaching the diner, the Jedi took a seat at a small booth, scanning all patrons in the hopes of discerning the murderous needle in the haystack.