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Tattooine. Sand littered the planet, it was hot, and dry, not like the humidity of most other planets, not like that wet heat that made you sticky, made you hate to be out in the open... This was straight dry heat... a desert canvas that covered a planet from axis to axis, longitude to latitude, the opposite of Coruscant, at least what he had heard of it. Barren wastelands and rock, then that damn sand, got into everything, speeders, blasters, vaporizers, even managed to work its way into your undergarments. An interesting, but very annoying element of nature sand was, both powerful and forgiving, but Bendak was far more concerned with getting into shelter before the sand storm hit, the Mos Eisley Cantina, a semi famous place since the Republicans finding only years earlier.
Turning into the establishment the ever so familiar sounds that filled a Cantina could be heard, constant chatter, alcohol glasses clicking against another, and of course the music. Personally the mercenary known as Bendak Kae'do hated the sounds that rang out from the various instruments the band played, it wasn't his taste. Giving the group that consisted of a Twi'lek dancer, two Bith musicians and a Pa'lowick singer whoms voice itched the mercenaries trigger finger. Walking slowly through the crowded Cantina he came to a halt in front of a Pazaak game, watching it play through it wasn't long before the reigning Pazaak champ beat out the challenger and encouraged someone else to step into the game.
"How about you boy? A game of Pazaak... the son of the cowardice Krayt Kae'do."
The man laughter rang out through the Pazaak den before Bendak found himself seated across from a fellow humanoid, though one of much dirtier habits and aged in his forty's. Staring this scum down through the reflective lenses Bendak almost always found himself wearing he laid down his Pazaak deck and cross his arms. His cards were picked, and a few slid up his sleeve, he had done this before is Mos Espa and almost got himself killed. His reputation was growing on Tattooine, the Hutts were even recognizing the man's skill in hunting down prey, whether animal or a being. He was deadly, outgoing, and not afraid to speak his mind... a place like Mos Eisley wasn't too kind to the type, and he knew it. More times than not a blaster was pointed in his direction, hell there was probably one now. The commoners here didn't take kindly to smugglers, bounty hunters, and thiefs, they simply put up with them to not deal with the Hutts.
"Whats the wager old man?"
"500 credits suit you well Kae'do? Or that more than you can muster up..."
"Make it a thousand... I'll throw in the only Krayt Dragon Pearl known to the region.. hell maybe the galaxy."
"Oh? What is it you want then boy?"
"Your ship... Tattooine is getting... bland, I need a new sight."
"You want me to throw in my ship!?! Hardly worth it!"
Reaching into his pocket the glowing pearl that was bestowed to him thanks to the kill of the Krayt Dragon that took his father, and claimed the boy's old man's name. It almost immediatly drawing attention from onlookers.
"That's my offer.. unless you just want to do the 1000 creds... or too much of a fodder?"
"No one calls me a fodder boy! You have your bet!"
Smirking from across the table the game would soon begin...
Turning into the establishment the ever so familiar sounds that filled a Cantina could be heard, constant chatter, alcohol glasses clicking against another, and of course the music. Personally the mercenary known as Bendak Kae'do hated the sounds that rang out from the various instruments the band played, it wasn't his taste. Giving the group that consisted of a Twi'lek dancer, two Bith musicians and a Pa'lowick singer whoms voice itched the mercenaries trigger finger. Walking slowly through the crowded Cantina he came to a halt in front of a Pazaak game, watching it play through it wasn't long before the reigning Pazaak champ beat out the challenger and encouraged someone else to step into the game.
"How about you boy? A game of Pazaak... the son of the cowardice Krayt Kae'do."
The man laughter rang out through the Pazaak den before Bendak found himself seated across from a fellow humanoid, though one of much dirtier habits and aged in his forty's. Staring this scum down through the reflective lenses Bendak almost always found himself wearing he laid down his Pazaak deck and cross his arms. His cards were picked, and a few slid up his sleeve, he had done this before is Mos Espa and almost got himself killed. His reputation was growing on Tattooine, the Hutts were even recognizing the man's skill in hunting down prey, whether animal or a being. He was deadly, outgoing, and not afraid to speak his mind... a place like Mos Eisley wasn't too kind to the type, and he knew it. More times than not a blaster was pointed in his direction, hell there was probably one now. The commoners here didn't take kindly to smugglers, bounty hunters, and thiefs, they simply put up with them to not deal with the Hutts.
"Whats the wager old man?"
"500 credits suit you well Kae'do? Or that more than you can muster up..."
"Make it a thousand... I'll throw in the only Krayt Dragon Pearl known to the region.. hell maybe the galaxy."
"Oh? What is it you want then boy?"
"Your ship... Tattooine is getting... bland, I need a new sight."
"You want me to throw in my ship!?! Hardly worth it!"
Reaching into his pocket the glowing pearl that was bestowed to him thanks to the kill of the Krayt Dragon that took his father, and claimed the boy's old man's name. It almost immediatly drawing attention from onlookers.
"That's my offer.. unless you just want to do the 1000 creds... or too much of a fodder?"
"No one calls me a fodder boy! You have your bet!"
Smirking from across the table the game would soon begin...
