Incubi Priest
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"I don't know what the hell you're thinking," Eul spat at Ammbasha as the two maneuvered through the bustling crowd to an elevator that would take them to a lower floor of Coruscant, "but I don't like it! That man is crazy! I bet that this baby is going to wind up as dinner, or-or a sex slave or something!"
"Shutup!" Ammbasha groaned loudly, "I'm a madclaw so you shouldn't have to worry about another psycho and his pup. I'm taking his kid to him, I don't know why but I am. Plus, there's no way in the Shadowlands you're going to leave my side on this bloodthirsty planet."
Eul scoffed and rolled his eyes with frustration, only because he knew that the Wookiee was right. While Eul was a lethal right hand of the undertaker when wielding his blasters, at close range his survival skills were lax. Ammbasha was the exact opposite, so together they formed a juggernaut that was too powerful to disbandon over a small rift.
As they entered the elevator and were quickly lowered down, Eul found himself at home in the impoverished area of the metropolitan. Beggers and cheap merchants, all grimy and destitute, lined the streets like inflamed skin on the edges of a shallow wound. As it were, the street itself well resembled a gap in the skin of Coruscant, filthy and contaminated with small germlike sentients known as humans and aliens scurrying about. Yes, this was the place where Eul Tymn was a god. This was where his wares promised release from a cruel reality into a fabulous escape, only to triple the suffering once they were used up. The addiction and poverty he caused with his near-perfect spice sustained him, and the many abject faces surrounding him were testament to this.
"I don't see why you complain so much," Ammbasha growled, holding the baby close as he nodded to a tattered sign in the distance, "The cantina is right there, we'll get something to eat, have some drinks, maybe make a few connections and then that guy will meet up with us. He takes the kid, and we go. That simple."
Eul nodded and pulled a flask from his elegant robe, making him appear as royalty to these peasant like beggars. Normally the attire would be an invitation to be mugged, but with his cold aura and the savage Wookiee by his side, anyone with half a brain cell might think twice before attempting such suicide.
"Shutup!" Ammbasha groaned loudly, "I'm a madclaw so you shouldn't have to worry about another psycho and his pup. I'm taking his kid to him, I don't know why but I am. Plus, there's no way in the Shadowlands you're going to leave my side on this bloodthirsty planet."
Eul scoffed and rolled his eyes with frustration, only because he knew that the Wookiee was right. While Eul was a lethal right hand of the undertaker when wielding his blasters, at close range his survival skills were lax. Ammbasha was the exact opposite, so together they formed a juggernaut that was too powerful to disbandon over a small rift.
As they entered the elevator and were quickly lowered down, Eul found himself at home in the impoverished area of the metropolitan. Beggers and cheap merchants, all grimy and destitute, lined the streets like inflamed skin on the edges of a shallow wound. As it were, the street itself well resembled a gap in the skin of Coruscant, filthy and contaminated with small germlike sentients known as humans and aliens scurrying about. Yes, this was the place where Eul Tymn was a god. This was where his wares promised release from a cruel reality into a fabulous escape, only to triple the suffering once they were used up. The addiction and poverty he caused with his near-perfect spice sustained him, and the many abject faces surrounding him were testament to this.
"I don't see why you complain so much," Ammbasha growled, holding the baby close as he nodded to a tattered sign in the distance, "The cantina is right there, we'll get something to eat, have some drinks, maybe make a few connections and then that guy will meet up with us. He takes the kid, and we go. That simple."
Eul nodded and pulled a flask from his elegant robe, making him appear as royalty to these peasant like beggars. Normally the attire would be an invitation to be mugged, but with his cold aura and the savage Wookiee by his side, anyone with half a brain cell might think twice before attempting such suicide.