Recent content by Kennek Palikei

Ord Mantell. Another shit-hole planet in a crappy galaxy. Departing from the ship, Kennek would take in a quick wiff of the air around him. It smelled a bit cleaner then Nar Shaddaa, but the place still left a bad taste in the Amaran's mouth. The only reason he was here was for a job after...

"Thank you, thank you, mister!" Kennek wagged his tail back and forth as his high pitched voice filled the bar, "Blue milk, blue milk! Why's it so blue? We dunno." Grabbing the mug, Kennek would take a few sips of the blue milk. Oh, this was the good stuff. It still had a fresh taste to it...

Kennek shot the droid a mischevious look before turning turning back to Grim, who was now speaking like a damn wookiee of all things. The Amaran didn't understand why anyone would even want to learn Shyriiwook, especially since it all sounded like angry roars. "Hey, I don't speak giant fur...

"Yeah, yeah. Don't make fun of your hunk of junk, got it. Well, one of your hunk's of junk." Kennek let out a smirk as he looked towards Grim's droid. At that moment, the Amaran felt his seat lurch a bit as the ship landed inside one of the spaceport's hangars. With the ship landed, Kennek...

"Apparently people who say they're part of the 'Empire' or something? What a joke." If he ever ran into this Gunner guy again, maybe he'd fark with him. Break his legs, strap him down, grab some blue milk, and give him a taste of the stuff. At least he'd die knowing what it'd taste like. Though...

Things were going good so far, and Kennek felt at least a bit better. He knew the ride to Nar Shaddaa was a long one, though it wasn't that far from Tatooine. Cocking his ears to the Bothan, Kennek couldn't help but chuckle at the man's response to the drink thing. "Doesn't get me much besides...

"Well, crafting is a good skill to have. Never know when you might need to craft something knew to kill someone with, especially in a survival situation." Kennek said with a firm voice, thinking about the times he had crafted little shivs and such. However, he was quick to notice the discomfort...

"RJF, huh?" Kennek pondered for a moment, thinking about the Republic Judicial Forces. What was it with furred sentients joining the RJF? Well, either way, Kennek was glad that the guy didn't shoot him, because it was clear Grim had experience with that sort of thing. "I guess so..." Kennek's...

So this guy was a mercenary of sorts? Hired to go kill a few sand people and track them down, all for some stupid moisture farm. Seemed like pretty stupid work to Kennek. Why didn't this guy just throw a couple grenades into their camp and call it a day? But at the least the guy was honest, so...

Nar Shaddaa? Well, it was a shithole, but considering that Kennek was stuck on this ship, he didn't really have much say. Plus, it would be a good chance for Kennek to get himself some new gear. He was in the need of getting a couple things that would let him whip some trash panda ass, and...

Did this Bothan think that Kennek was amusing!? Even when he was in his purest angriest form? Oh this Bothan was going to get a piece of Kennek's mind, and possibly a few bites. "You mocking me?" Kennek growled as he moved closer to Grim, "I don't take kindly to being mocked mister, and I don't...

Now this was bad. It seemed Grim had heard Kennek, and he was now pulling out his blaster like he was about to shoot the poor Amaran. Kennek wasn't gonna let that happen. The childish act had worked before, perhaps it could even work now. With fake tears in his eyes, Kennek let out a childish...

The Bothan seemed quite hesitant towards petting Kennek, but Kennek wasn't about to go down without a pet. So he looked up at Grim with a sad look in his eyes, totally irresistible. Thankfully, it seemed to work , as the Bothan was now lightly scratching Kennek's head. The Amaran purred from the...

Kennek couldn't help but giggle at the droid's cry, and he would turn to face Grim with a bright smile on his face. The man seemed to be laughing at the fact Kennek had just fixed the thing with a kick. "All repaired up, mister! Did I do good?" Kennek asked as made his way towards the Bothan...

"Well, he ignored the vodka I spilled on his crotch so he might be pretty stupid." Kennek pondered for a moment as he stepped inside the ship, feeling the cold metal underneath his feet. Out of nowhere, a seemingly chatty droid came out of the woodwork, speaking to its owner. Kennek wasn't the...