Riley Dee
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[Death-Disabled... but I think this might lead to a non-lethal cantina fight]
[Please read Rex Andarre character sheet before joining]
First thing's first. Get to a cantina.
Rex Andarre walked out of the docking port, taking his first steps into the behemoth sprawl that was Coruscant. All the sights, sounds and bustle in the cities and under-cities of Telos IV simply couldn't compare to... well, to this. Standing there, with a large canvas travel bag slung over his shoulder, Rex couldn't help but gape, open-mouthed at the skyline that stretched and climbed towards the clouds, three hundred and sixty degrees around him. Behind each and every pointed tower and domed structure was another equally awe-inspiring building behind it to match. Telos IV felt almost plain and militant now--an oversized apartment or a bunker compared to the complexity of Coruscant. Walking over to the edge of the docking port entrance, Rex peered over the edge to realize how far above the planet's surface he really was, and that possibly hundreds of stories below, the city was as deep as it was tall.
Hiking the strap of his bag higher onto his shoulder, and patting the shape of the blaster holstered inside his vest (for reassurance), Rex took a minute to re-orient himself. He was only 10 or 20 thousand credits away from buying his own ship. To make those last necessary credits, he'd need to get to a Cantina and find some work. This wouldn't be a problem. On Telos, he'd done plenty of jobs for seedy loan-sharks and underground bookies. He knew the type to look for, the type that was hiring, the type that would pay in quick credits for jobs that no one else wanted to do.
Sure enough, within an hour and a half of his arrival on the planet, Rex limped painfully into The Crinnian's Escape. The Crinnian was a cantina, packed with no-good's and hoods, conspiring and spice-dealing quietly in the dark corners of smokey booths. The only real volume came from the over-drunk rabble hanging near the bar. Suddenly the feeling of being overwhelmed melted away. This was a sleazy whole in the wall. A den of evil. And while Rex had never considered himself sleazy or evil, he knew he'd feel right at home here. As far as criminal-laden joints went, The Crinnian wasn't hard to find, though there was a small crisis in asking for directions--a small miscommunication.
Completely lost, Rex had stopped a female Rodian, and attempted to ask (in Rodian), "Excuse me, can you tell me where The Crinnian's Escape is? I'll give you credits for directions."
Unfortunately, his Rodian was sparse, only knowing a few phrases here and there from the occasional Rodian traders that stopped to deal in the Wares District of Telos. So, what he had actually asked was, "Excuse me, can you telll me how fat The Crinnian's Escape is? I might eat your small child for credits."
This of course lead to an extended beating, Rex's shins absorbing much of the kicking and wild hand-bag swinging. Afterward, an ancient old man with a mouth too big for is face took pity, and led him--practically by hand--to the cantina's entrance. On Telos IV, Rex had a reputation of being prone to great accidents and misunderstandings, and despite the fact that many of these ended up benefiting him some way, the small-time criminal underworld of Telos had given the moniker, "The Unlucky One."
Now, legs aching, Rex sits at The Crinnian's bar with all of his possessions in a sack, an account full of credits (for the first time in his life), and the blaster hidden away next to his rib cage. All Rex Andarre needs now is to find some dirty work. And credits.
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