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Jorhan Caelli-Merced had not been back to his homeworld of Corellia for just shy of a decade, preferring as he did to leave the past where he thought it belonged - in the past. Yet, today that was precisely where he had headed, touching down a few hours past, in some mass-haulier run by a company that clearly held customer service and comfort in as low a regard as they held their employee's hygiene, yet, who was he to complain?
Travelling light as he always did, he lead his Eopie off the ramp of the ship, having waited some time to be told he could disembark, and double checked his luggage was in place. A few backs of clothes and other items, whilst at his hip on either side rested his two trust shooters. A long rifle was stashed on the side of the beast, and, pulling his coat in against the cold, and the rim of his hat down so as to pass inconspicuously, the Bounty Hunter headed for the nearest Cantina, the Bouncing Bantha.
Unashamedly a spit-and-sawdust boozer, it looked ideal. Hitching his mount, he unhooked his rifle and slung it over his back, walking into the bar, he ignored the silence that fell across it, and approached the barman "I'll need a room, tab to be settled once I'm done using it." he announced, sliding his Bounty Hunter papers across the bar by way of identification "I trust that won't be an issue?" he asked, as the barman handed him a key card, and jerked his thumb to the stairs off to his right....
Travelling light as he always did, he lead his Eopie off the ramp of the ship, having waited some time to be told he could disembark, and double checked his luggage was in place. A few backs of clothes and other items, whilst at his hip on either side rested his two trust shooters. A long rifle was stashed on the side of the beast, and, pulling his coat in against the cold, and the rim of his hat down so as to pass inconspicuously, the Bounty Hunter headed for the nearest Cantina, the Bouncing Bantha.
Unashamedly a spit-and-sawdust boozer, it looked ideal. Hitching his mount, he unhooked his rifle and slung it over his back, walking into the bar, he ignored the silence that fell across it, and approached the barman "I'll need a room, tab to be settled once I'm done using it." he announced, sliding his Bounty Hunter papers across the bar by way of identification "I trust that won't be an issue?" he asked, as the barman handed him a key card, and jerked his thumb to the stairs off to his right....