Kyle pushed a rodain out of his way as he walked into the cantina. Although it was on galactic centre, it looked like it should belong on the backstreet of some dodgy world. The Rodian turned agnrily, but looking up at Kyle's biceps he decided against it. He walked up to the barman and sat down heavily. He had felt an instinct to come here, now, and he knew that his instincts were the Force.
By trade he was a pirate and he was bored of being on land, he wanted to be back in space causing havoc, it was what he did best. He smiled an evil grin at the barman and asked for an ale.
By trade he was a pirate and he was bored of being on land, he wanted to be back in space causing havoc, it was what he did best. He smiled an evil grin at the barman and asked for an ale.