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[Hoss Midnight]

Hidden Space Station, Independent Space, 2106 Hours

Taking a load off, Hoss would be found in a booth of the saloon found on the space port built into the space rock. It was fun exploring new places and getting a feel for the galaxy, except for when there were Space Wizards and Law Enforcement and other people that have power in some way, shape, or fashion. It got pretty intolerable. The Space Cowboy would be leaned back into his booth after a small score taking out some politician for a backwater planet. Alcohol was the first thing on his mind.

"Here you are, sir. You're Corellian Brandy dressed as requested. Anything else I can get you?"

The Server droid had set the glass of brandy on the table and spoke with as much enthusiasm as a soleless being can have.

"Yep, that'll be 'bout it for me, thank ya. Now go on an' get ya rusty bucket of bolts."

Hoss's rough and rusty voice would sound off and the like a banana the droid split. Leaving the Tatooine native to himself and preparing to enjoy the drink he earned himself. Lifting the glass he'd take a quick sip and then setting it back down as his face slightly tightened from the strength the drink let off.

"Damn this here, really was the good shit on that there menu tell you what!"

Lettin off a slight chuckle he would pull out his data phone and begin looking for his next score.

@Exhilian​

 

[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would be wearing his usual Attire. Now making his way to through the space port. The former Syndicate now on his own would be busy robbing, partying and smashing his life away through whatever he needed done. A cigarra hung softly from the corner of his lips as the smoke billowed out from the end of it and softly dispersed in the air. His green eyes noticing a glowing neon sign flickering "The Ragin' Rancor." an unmused look came across Nero's face as it was just another shit hole in the drop of the galaxy but at least it had whiskey. Flicking his jacket forward to fix it he would enter through the sliding doors as the room was half dim with smoke and conversation filling about. The tattooed muscular Corellian making his way through the crowd to the bar as his cigarra still hung low on his lips. Taking a long drag he would exhale it and look around.

"Boring, boring..bor-..Hm. A galactic cowboy?" Nero would think to himself for a moment as he watched the Cowboy sip his drink for a moment. If his brother and lover were there he'd probably try to go for a lick but instead he found himself alone and occupied. Turning his green eyes back to the bar as a Twi'lek bartender would lean in. "What're you havin' sweets?" as Nero looked at her with a soft smirk. "A rum ragged. On the rocks." as the Twi'lek would smirk back with a cheekish grin and go about making his drink. It wouldn't take to long as she prepared it in front of him and setting it down as a fruit like peel was pushed alongside the rim of the glass before she softly lit to catch the burning fragrance and dropped it in the dark liquor. Nero would take the glass with his tattooed hand and raise it slightly to her. Before swishing it around and taking a quick mouthful of it. It tasted like two Female Twi'leks on a Saturday night in downtown Coreillia with spice stacked to the table...Or at least that was the best Nero could describe it.

@Scoobert

 

[Hoss Midnight]

While sitting in the corner, he would look around the bar and make sure he wasn't being watched before continuing on his datapad. A bunch of different names and faces popped up onto the screen for the thug to take into consideration when looking to make some money.

"Hmmm, not enough money... not worth my time, too ugly."

After taking a few swipes he found a good bounty on some wealthy kark. The man was worth a good chunk of credits, and he was not heavily protected by security. Easy pickings it seemed to Hoss. All he needed to do was go find him, kill him, and bring his head in. Simple taskings, usually easier said than done but worth checking out nonetheless. As he made his decision, it was time to go make some credits. But first, another drink.

"Hey there bartender. How 'bout 'nother round for meh?"

He would toss a credit onto the counter and smile as he waited for his drink. Looking over he would see the young man and make conversation while he was there.

"How ya doin' fella?"

@Exhilian