Nubia was not where Six-Eyes frequented. However, as he sat in a small cantina just down from one of the Capital city's less-used docks, he was beginning to wonder whether he should return after this job. The dockworkers here were fast and loose with their credits, and he had already taken hundreds of them in a few good hands of Sabaac.
He'd come to the planet earlier in the day aboard a CT-1000 Liner, one of a flotilla that had been made available to a crew of thugs and rogues from the Hutt Cartel.
Six-Eyes was just one of that crew's number.
Waiting as the next hand entered its final betting stage, the Azumel hoped the other scoundrels would turn up soon, and they could get to work. He took a stim from his top pocket, lit it, and raised "Fifty." he blinked, watching to see the other players' reactions, confident he could carry the hand.
"Over to you fuzzball." he smirked at the Wookiee sat opposite him, who snarled and folded his hand. Six-Eyes puffed on his stim, flicked an eye to the door, and patiently waited for his crew to arrive.
He'd come to the planet earlier in the day aboard a CT-1000 Liner, one of a flotilla that had been made available to a crew of thugs and rogues from the Hutt Cartel.
Six-Eyes was just one of that crew's number.
Waiting as the next hand entered its final betting stage, the Azumel hoped the other scoundrels would turn up soon, and they could get to work. He took a stim from his top pocket, lit it, and raised "Fifty." he blinked, watching to see the other players' reactions, confident he could carry the hand.
"Over to you fuzzball." he smirked at the Wookiee sat opposite him, who snarled and folded his hand. Six-Eyes puffed on his stim, flicked an eye to the door, and patiently waited for his crew to arrive.