Azazel
SWRP Writer
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It was one of the very few moment Simous had a natural array of seriousness that showed over his head. A black shelled datapad appeared in his right hands as Simous overlooked the target specifications and run-through of all known ships matching the descriptions of this 'Smuggler Doran Clawwe's ship'. When the mention of betting was stated he started to whistle like he was a droid with random beeps and boops. It was Binary 'Droidspeak' but all he said was 'Where is that sweet milk?'.
"I'm a betting man, A High Roller... well I do rig the events from time to time, soooo" looking to the picture of the Twi'lek they where to rescue Simous wasn't one to look away from a beautiful female. "WHAo... Thats one nice piece of Art right their... " Eyes shifting towards Niriel as his eyebrows started to wiggle jokingly lustful. Grazo seemed to be fine if not a bit aggravated or tired...
The whole time Simous's Datapad screen was lit up like a Hyperdrive.
"I'm a betting man, A High Roller... well I do rig the events from time to time, soooo" looking to the picture of the Twi'lek they where to rescue Simous wasn't one to look away from a beautiful female. "WHAo... Thats one nice piece of Art right their... " Eyes shifting towards Niriel as his eyebrows started to wiggle jokingly lustful. Grazo seemed to be fine if not a bit aggravated or tired...
The whole time Simous's Datapad screen was lit up like a Hyperdrive.