MightyPants
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Hawk lighted a cigarrete.
Opening his path through the bar of Tatooine. It was probably the last day of his liberty and he had to take all the pleasures that life gave to him everyday since he entered the criminal's world. Although he was not afraid of his future serving the Galactic Alliance. He was eager to learn the secrets of true training and real partnership. But the thing that he liked most of all was the fact of now having the power of using weapons with the civilians concealment.
He took a long drag from the cigarrete.
His life was going to change. Now he only had his blasters and his ship, but buying a property in some planet was something ridiculous considering that he was now going to travel and train, all day, all night. He was going to find more whiskey? Cigarretes? Money? He hoped that, his life had no meaning without those.
The human exhaled the puff through his nose, covering the tavern table.
The only truth was that he now was serving a real cause. However, he did not cared about thinking from his future a lot and, recovering some trivial things, he only expected a pack of cigarretes every morning.
Opening his path through the bar of Tatooine. It was probably the last day of his liberty and he had to take all the pleasures that life gave to him everyday since he entered the criminal's world. Although he was not afraid of his future serving the Galactic Alliance. He was eager to learn the secrets of true training and real partnership. But the thing that he liked most of all was the fact of now having the power of using weapons with the civilians concealment.
He took a long drag from the cigarrete.
His life was going to change. Now he only had his blasters and his ship, but buying a property in some planet was something ridiculous considering that he was now going to travel and train, all day, all night. He was going to find more whiskey? Cigarretes? Money? He hoped that, his life had no meaning without those.
The human exhaled the puff through his nose, covering the tavern table.
The only truth was that he now was serving a real cause. However, he did not cared about thinking from his future a lot and, recovering some trivial things, he only expected a pack of cigarretes every morning.