Leon landed in a booth at the back of a seedy bar. He’d managed to fool the bartender by keeping his Ubses alias of Neon Montoya alive. Facing away from the service industry professional, Leon relished the first sip of his Corellian Bourbon. The mask he’d used to fool the bartender was pulled back from his face, keeping his hair out of his eyes. As he waited for the newbie to show up.
He’d managed to con a new padawan into pulling this job when he’d heard a couple of Knights talking about a loan shark that had stolen a Uneti Tree from a museum on Corellia. This shark operated on Ord Mantell, a planet Leon was becoming intimately familiar with, and was known for making people that missed a payment disappear. Hera had been busy with something and it had been easy to slip away. He was sure at some point his “initiative” would be discovered, but until then he’d take whatever liberties he could.
Baudelaire signed… what was he doing? What did he have to prove? Why was he obsessed with slighting every criminal he came across? Did he have a death wish? That was a question he wasn’t ready to acknowledge. He took a breath. As he inhaled he believed the air would be there, and it was. Just like the force. As long as he could feel the light the darkness couldn’t win.
His fingers drummed impatiently on the table, where was this chick? he thought, taking another sip of his whisky. If she didn’t hurry up, he’d have to get another drink.
@GABA
He’d managed to con a new padawan into pulling this job when he’d heard a couple of Knights talking about a loan shark that had stolen a Uneti Tree from a museum on Corellia. This shark operated on Ord Mantell, a planet Leon was becoming intimately familiar with, and was known for making people that missed a payment disappear. Hera had been busy with something and it had been easy to slip away. He was sure at some point his “initiative” would be discovered, but until then he’d take whatever liberties he could.
Baudelaire signed… what was he doing? What did he have to prove? Why was he obsessed with slighting every criminal he came across? Did he have a death wish? That was a question he wasn’t ready to acknowledge. He took a breath. As he inhaled he believed the air would be there, and it was. Just like the force. As long as he could feel the light the darkness couldn’t win.
His fingers drummed impatiently on the table, where was this chick? he thought, taking another sip of his whisky. If she didn’t hurry up, he’d have to get another drink.
@GABA