Dred sat atop his unique white-furred, blue-horned sapient bantha outside the Mos Espa space-port. He was dressed in a black tunic and trousers with a brown shirt and black leather-and-armorweave boots, rather unusual clothing for the red-skinned mercenary; he was typically in an outfit that combined Tusken wrappings with Mandalorian armor. Dred's clothes were actually rather nice, as he had fallen into a not-inconsequential amount of money recently and was able to buy not only a ship but also several of the niceties he had done without for most of his life. Among those were garments he could wear in social settings where it was rude to openly prepare for being shot at.
Rhallaemnes, the bantha, was of course in his normal outfit. Fur was only murder if removed from the original owner.
"Do you see her?" Dred asked, scanning the crowd moving out of the port. A passenger liner had just arrived, discharging a little under a hundred sentients of every shape and size. Some, he could tell, were tourists - either historical, religious, or adventure - but the majority were more. . . his sort. Mercenaries, criminals, that sort of people. The scum that existed in nearly any society and had taken over the whole pot on Tatooine.
::She is a Human, Dred,:: Rhallaemnes responded, the telepathic voice carrying the gestalt of dry sarcasm. ::Though I hesitate to sound bigoted, they all look the same to me.::
Dred chuckled, patting the bantha on the shoulder. "Do not be worrying, my friend. Your secret, it is safe with me."
Rhallaemnes, the bantha, was of course in his normal outfit. Fur was only murder if removed from the original owner.
"Do you see her?" Dred asked, scanning the crowd moving out of the port. A passenger liner had just arrived, discharging a little under a hundred sentients of every shape and size. Some, he could tell, were tourists - either historical, religious, or adventure - but the majority were more. . . his sort. Mercenaries, criminals, that sort of people. The scum that existed in nearly any society and had taken over the whole pot on Tatooine.
::She is a Human, Dred,:: Rhallaemnes responded, the telepathic voice carrying the gestalt of dry sarcasm. ::Though I hesitate to sound bigoted, they all look the same to me.::
Dred chuckled, patting the bantha on the shoulder. "Do not be worrying, my friend. Your secret, it is safe with me."