Open Vacation

[Six Eyes]

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.

 

[Jorge]

Jorge was never good at gambling, but he had no intention of doing any of that today. Some six-eyed creep literally named 'Six-Eyes' requested to meet with him and a few others of the Hutt Cartel. What could a gambler offer to Jorge's Might Lorda? The Half-Grimlyn didn't know. But again, that was why he was hear. To see if this scoundrel had the balls to establish a glorious relationship with the cartel.

"I ain't playin' no hold'em." Jorge spoke as he entered, making his way towards his target. Basic was not his first language, and so his accent was wild and his words were harsh. The magnificent language of the Hutts should be learned by all. "No job ain't gonna be finished if we sit around n' throw 'em credits up our asses, hm?" Jorge chided taking the wookiee's seat next to Azumel. "Name's Jorge, the tactical muscle. Yuh must be them Six-Eyes..."

@Nor'baal