Wuk Koth was eager to get off of this planet already. The busy city-like setup wasn't at all appealing, but at least he didn't have to do anything except wait with his ship at the docking bay. Everything was prepared for his passenger, who he was told to be a female scientist type with valuable knowledge. That's all he needed to know, really. It was his responsibility to take her where she needed to go with as few scratches as possible. This would be his biggest job yet, as a matter of fact. A handsome sum would be waiting for him, and he was delivering to a powerful Sith Lord. Well, not the Lord in person most likely... Even so, it was a worthy risk to take. During his wait, Wuk was snacking on something he purchased from the nearest restaurant. It was a seasoned meat of some kind in between two slice of bread. He could smell a sauce, too. Nothing about the sandwich was too pleasant to him, but as long as he got meat in his system he would not complain. Making a half frown, he dropped the bread slices into a nearby waste bin, leaving the scraps of meat in his hands. It was devoured in seconds by his sharp teeth, leaving a few streaks of sauce on his fingers and lips. Wuk preferred his food to be plain... He was filled for now, though. Pointedly ignoring the passing people who gave him suspicious looks for eating like a savage, the mercenary licked at the messes he made and called it good. He didn't have a kerchief handy, nor did he want to go in his ship to wash up until his 'cargo' was received. Wuk stood there with no intention of moving, like a boulder defying the winds of a storm. He had a serious look in his golden eyes, his lips seeming to frown naturally. Judging by the length of his horns, he was pretty far into adulthood. Over his fabrics of black and brown, he had an assortment of tools that made him useful, but dangerous as well. There was a Proton carbine secured on his back and gadgets on his belt that ranged from explosive damage to melee damage. Wuk liked to handle violent situations without weapons if he could, though. He was raised to be dependent on the unique martial arts skills his parents had him learn as a youngling. Believe it or not, he'd look more frightening without the weapons and clothing he wore. His body was bulky and he had rough skin that might as well be counted as armor. In addition to the spikes on his head, he had lethal looking nails. Getting into a fist fight with him was often regretful to his challengers. Wuk's pain tolerance and skill were terrifyingly good. Which was why the Sith hired him for this job. To pass the time, he stared down anyone he met eyes with. It humored him to make people feel uncomfortable, or defeated because they were too intimidated to keep eye contact. This could go on for only so long, though. Where was that woman? How much luggage could she possibly have?