Callen Shaw
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- Joined
- May 6, 2018
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Nar Shaddaa - Callen's Apartment - Morning
Callen sat at the table in the dimly lit apartment. He had a good time with Serie last, a very good time. He had woken up early before sunrise, never being a late sleeper, and was staring at some paperwork spread out on the table. He had made a decent living in the Cartel so far, but he had made those above him even richer.
It was time he formed his own crew. The Toasted Twilek gang, where Callen had got his start was all but dead. It had died alongside Blythe when she had gotten herself blown up. She had left the bar to some Sith who had let things go. It was a shame but Callen will build something bigger, better.
It all started with gathering a small group of people. His thoughts went to the racer from the night before. She was fast, had good instincts. She obviously was a survivor. Whether she had other experience or not, Callen could take that and mold it into something. It wouldn't be easy to free her from her owner. He ran a small swoop bike gang in the district. He and Callen had clashed over small turf wars in the past and they certainly were not on good terms. It would not be easy, but he had to figure something out.
Serie stirred on the bed across the apartment. He wasn't sure what had driven her here, but Callen was glad she was though he had no doubt she would be back in some dusty temple in no time doing whatever Sith did. He poured coffee into a cup and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Good Morning." he said smiling.
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