Black Spire Outpost. The last stop in the galaxy before wild space, the edge of the map. Zaylos, perched on a handrail as he took in his surroundings. He felt out of place in this adventurer's paradise, but it's where he'd landed. His life since escaping Lotho Minor had been nothing but chaos, and having a place to stand without someone thrusting him into harm's way felt... well, it felt normal, and that scared the crap out of him. Luckily he had his empty wallet to ground him to reality. Kartan needed to make some cash.
Zay stamped out his cigarette underfoot and entered the cantina. The establishment was bustling with activity, most of which would be considered illegal closer to the core, but out here at the galaxy's edge who gave a damn? He made his way to the bar, and as it turned out lady luck was sitting pretty in his favor today. The cantina owner, a lanky indigo duros, whacked a malfunctioning server droid repeatedly with a ladle. With a smirk, Kartan stepped up.
"Uh, 'scuse me."
The duro turned in Kartan's direction without missing a beat and barked, "What ya little twerp, can't you see I'm busy?"
"Looks like you've got some droid trouble, I could fix it if you want." offered Kartan.
"Oh yeah, and what pray tell, will I need to part with to thank you for such a kind gesture," asked the cantina owner sardonically.
Zaylos smiled, "Not a gesture, it's a proposition. I fix the droid, you feed me, sound fair?"
The Duro's wide yellow eyes narrowed watching Kartan intently. "Fix this piece of junk, and maybe, I'll feed you."
Kartan shrugged, "Okay." With the owner's permission Kartan slipped behind the bar, powered down the droid, and got to work.
@Feng Mian
Zay stamped out his cigarette underfoot and entered the cantina. The establishment was bustling with activity, most of which would be considered illegal closer to the core, but out here at the galaxy's edge who gave a damn? He made his way to the bar, and as it turned out lady luck was sitting pretty in his favor today. The cantina owner, a lanky indigo duros, whacked a malfunctioning server droid repeatedly with a ladle. With a smirk, Kartan stepped up.
"Uh, 'scuse me."
The duro turned in Kartan's direction without missing a beat and barked, "What ya little twerp, can't you see I'm busy?"
"Looks like you've got some droid trouble, I could fix it if you want." offered Kartan.
"Oh yeah, and what pray tell, will I need to part with to thank you for such a kind gesture," asked the cantina owner sardonically.
Zaylos smiled, "Not a gesture, it's a proposition. I fix the droid, you feed me, sound fair?"
The Duro's wide yellow eyes narrowed watching Kartan intently. "Fix this piece of junk, and maybe, I'll feed you."
Kartan shrugged, "Okay." With the owner's permission Kartan slipped behind the bar, powered down the droid, and got to work.
@Feng Mian