Crix Dolan (TL8)
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The
Gunslinger
Gunslinger
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A Gunslinger enters a bar filled with tough types boasting ridiculously big blasters. As he enters they all turn and face him. He glowers at their unwanted attention and then makes his way to the bar. He orders a bourbon neat. A patron next to him makes some snide remark about the newcomer's attire--A melodic chortle interrupted the holovid, and with a frustrated sigh, Crix sat up in his bed and made for the cockpit. It was time to exit hyperspace.
The Smuggler brought the Highwind down for a landing. He was on Tatooine at the request of Beau Prittchet. The Wily Gunslinger called in a favor and even though Crix was in the middle of force training AND being sent on missions for the alliance, the younger man obliged. Beau was a mentor to Crix. When the smuggler first came on the scene, Beau and his crew took him under their wing, showed him the ropes, and remained in contact while Crix had thrown in with the Alliance.
Secretly, the smuggler hoped to eventually convince The Pritchett's gang to join the cause, but he doubted it'd work out. Crix landed at the local spaceport and stepped out of his ship lighting up a shitty cigarette as he stepped off the boarding ramp. He closed his lighter and returned it to his pocket.
The Smuggler was standing outside of a gaudy ancient western themed cantina. He took a drag off his cigarette as he surveyed the bar with sudden skepticism. The joint's name was Yee-Haw Space Bar. Under the name, a neon sign played out a human shooting a rodian... Crix's brow furrowed as he considered bailing on this.
"Oh, Beau... you own me huge for this, pal."
The Scoundrel passed through the swinging doors and into the cantina. As if on queue the entire bar stopped what they were doing and turned their attention directly toward Crix. He shifted uncomfortably his hand inching toward the quickdraw blaster on his right hip.
The silence was broken by a familiar Dantooine draw, "Well, Crix ma'boy what a pleasant surprise."
Beau Prittchet sat in a booth toward the back of the bar. He was flanked by his crew and Malraux sat directly at his right hand. A reassured smile spread across The Smuggler's face. His arched an indignant eyebrow and cocked his head back with his usual confidence.
"I forgot about your flair for drama, Beau..." He teased as he made his way into the bar. The entire bar returning their business.
Crix took a seat across from the gentleman and said, "Good to see you again, Mal."
The beautiful Twi'lek returned his greeting with her usual snark, "Welcome back little rebel."
Crix scoffed welcoming the jab. He wasn't isolated from others or anything anymore, but he couldn't say he was close to anyone other than Leah. It was nice to just bullshit for a minute. He settled into his chair, ordered a bourbon, and welcomed the long missed camaraderie. After a few minutes of getting caught up, Crix got to the point.
With a cunning smile, Crix shifted into negotiation mode. It was always the same with Beau. The guy was merciless when it came to payment, and Crix had been mentally preparing for this moment since their last bout. Beau sat forward tipping his hat back on his brow revealing a receding hairline and comical tan-line.
"Kid, I think it's time for you to take the test."
Crix shot him a scrupulous glance, leaning back in his seat. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
The Gunslinger flashed his charismatic grin and leaned back in his booth saying, "Hold yer horses, there's one more coming and I'm only gonna say this once."
Crix shrugged and sipped his whiskey. The cantina contained a very specific type. Every patron was heavily armed and prominently displayed their arms. His brow furrowed as he had sudden deja vu. He wasn't sure why but he couldn't shake an unexplained familiar feeling about this little reunion.
@Darasuum
The Smuggler brought the Highwind down for a landing. He was on Tatooine at the request of Beau Prittchet. The Wily Gunslinger called in a favor and even though Crix was in the middle of force training AND being sent on missions for the alliance, the younger man obliged. Beau was a mentor to Crix. When the smuggler first came on the scene, Beau and his crew took him under their wing, showed him the ropes, and remained in contact while Crix had thrown in with the Alliance.
Secretly, the smuggler hoped to eventually convince The Pritchett's gang to join the cause, but he doubted it'd work out. Crix landed at the local spaceport and stepped out of his ship lighting up a shitty cigarette as he stepped off the boarding ramp. He closed his lighter and returned it to his pocket.
The Smuggler was standing outside of a gaudy ancient western themed cantina. He took a drag off his cigarette as he surveyed the bar with sudden skepticism. The joint's name was Yee-Haw Space Bar. Under the name, a neon sign played out a human shooting a rodian... Crix's brow furrowed as he considered bailing on this.
"Oh, Beau... you own me huge for this, pal."
The Scoundrel passed through the swinging doors and into the cantina. As if on queue the entire bar stopped what they were doing and turned their attention directly toward Crix. He shifted uncomfortably his hand inching toward the quickdraw blaster on his right hip.
The silence was broken by a familiar Dantooine draw, "Well, Crix ma'boy what a pleasant surprise."
Beau Prittchet sat in a booth toward the back of the bar. He was flanked by his crew and Malraux sat directly at his right hand. A reassured smile spread across The Smuggler's face. His arched an indignant eyebrow and cocked his head back with his usual confidence.
"I forgot about your flair for drama, Beau..." He teased as he made his way into the bar. The entire bar returning their business.
Crix took a seat across from the gentleman and said, "Good to see you again, Mal."
The beautiful Twi'lek returned his greeting with her usual snark, "Welcome back little rebel."
Crix scoffed welcoming the jab. He wasn't isolated from others or anything anymore, but he couldn't say he was close to anyone other than Leah. It was nice to just bullshit for a minute. He settled into his chair, ordered a bourbon, and welcomed the long missed camaraderie. After a few minutes of getting caught up, Crix got to the point.
With a cunning smile, Crix shifted into negotiation mode. It was always the same with Beau. The guy was merciless when it came to payment, and Crix had been mentally preparing for this moment since their last bout. Beau sat forward tipping his hat back on his brow revealing a receding hairline and comical tan-line.
"Kid, I think it's time for you to take the test."
Crix shot him a scrupulous glance, leaning back in his seat. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
The Gunslinger flashed his charismatic grin and leaned back in his booth saying, "Hold yer horses, there's one more coming and I'm only gonna say this once."
Crix shrugged and sipped his whiskey. The cantina contained a very specific type. Every patron was heavily armed and prominently displayed their arms. His brow furrowed as he had sudden deja vu. He wasn't sure why but he couldn't shake an unexplained familiar feeling about this little reunion.
@Darasuum