- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Morning when I wake up and half of the afternoon before I go to work. Then come back in the evening.
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Scifi, Modern, and Historical
Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space, 2 BBY
He had been on the Smuggler's Moon just only once for a short time and this is his second visit to it. Now upon this return he remembered why he stayed away. The open greed and misery of the inhabitants on the moon had been so overwhelming for the first time and three fools tried to rob him, but only earn swift death for themselves. After that incident he left and wandered through the galaxy once more.
Yes Vilkas did not return here out of fondness but of need. As a freelance bounty hunter working for two years he didn't exactly have a perfect record yet neither was he a failure. Moreover, compared to the ones who the Hutts had in their employ, he was a pup in reputation and even in skill. Now in order to become better at his chosen profession Vilkas now had taken on the challenges of becoming a cartel member. In thinking about his situation the wolf-like being glanced at his small cup half-filled with ale.
Vilkas had learned to consume this type of drink over water when going to various worlds, not sure it the water was safe to drink.
I am at least aware of the familiar dangers of alcohol and can handle it within balance. Vilkas thought with a subtle smile surfacing on his face. For a second, the bounty hunter was about to chuckle at the irony until he remembered he was surrounded by strangers.
One of many things he had learned in his time among the aliens was that many of them would take advantage of anything they see as weakness. Personally Vilkas didn't see expressing merriment in that way but some of these...people would. After, all Nar Shaddaa was a den of thieves and forsaken souls, one must not careless or else suffer the consequences. Even with all that to consider, Vilkas wished he didn't have to be on his guard all the time.
Darting his dark colored eyes to see around him, the, Nelvaanian noted the other patrons spread out in the bar. Some were downright miserable, weeping openly due to intoxication of just simply sullenly quiet as if in mourning. Others were equally drunk but were more joyful and wild at their tables. Of course, a few more were gathered togehter gambling away for credits at the nearest table left of the bar.
Then there were a few scantily covered females of various species were dancing an stage nearby on the right of him with loud music playing the background on speakers all over. Apparently, the establishment didn't have actually have musicians to do it.
"There is no soul to this melody." The bounty hunter whispered to himself.
In his opinion songs and music done by artisans in person are more enjoyable than listening to the filth found on the Holonet and these radio speakers. Annoyed now Vilkas snip more of his drink, the only positive thing he had in this situation.