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[The Jekk'Jekk Tarr]
Rays of light.
They penetrated the thick Fog inside the unusually booming Night-Club.It had been Dusk since ages... but the shift of work just ended - and Xenoforms metophorically punched through the Door of the eight Section - the only real dance-floor in the Cantina.Many species (nearly entirely composed out of none (Near)-Humans, of whom most suffered a quick and painful death from the Atmossphere inside the club, created out of Gases deadly to Lifeforms akin to them), flourished and relaxed upon the reflecting mirror-like floor that suffered the kicks of several, or enjoyed the quick moves and bounces of the one or other female Twi'lek who found herself inside the Club.Nobody would notice a Human or similiar admist the Crowd, the Mist that had created itself in the large Room - disallowing any far sight and making the spotting of anyone further away than a mere Meter, sheer impossible with blank Eyesight.Though the majority of the Room was composed of the glass Floor, the typical Lounges with Seats and Tables were still present like in the rest of the alien Bar on the Smuggler's Moon.
At one of those, Nikolai Voi'un - appearing without as his helmet as Human or similiar (though himself never really knowing what he genetically was (and not caring aswell), he would not be noticed by anyone due his fully-employed use of Duster, enviromental Jumpsuit and Helmet.Moments passed in which he merely set with his legs crossed - resting atop the warm metal Furniture.
The smuggler waited for someone, but this person didn't know of his existence - soon and hopefully to be changed for the good of both the Subjects.Yet it remained so, that anyone could pop up in the crowd... luckily, any type of Weapons were taken away from the Individuals entering, making it impossible for nothing more than a mere (and short-lived) Bar-Brawl to occur - still, the rule of chance might imply something different...
Rays of light.
They penetrated the thick Fog inside the unusually booming Night-Club.It had been Dusk since ages... but the shift of work just ended - and Xenoforms metophorically punched through the Door of the eight Section - the only real dance-floor in the Cantina.Many species (nearly entirely composed out of none (Near)-Humans, of whom most suffered a quick and painful death from the Atmossphere inside the club, created out of Gases deadly to Lifeforms akin to them), flourished and relaxed upon the reflecting mirror-like floor that suffered the kicks of several, or enjoyed the quick moves and bounces of the one or other female Twi'lek who found herself inside the Club.Nobody would notice a Human or similiar admist the Crowd, the Mist that had created itself in the large Room - disallowing any far sight and making the spotting of anyone further away than a mere Meter, sheer impossible with blank Eyesight.Though the majority of the Room was composed of the glass Floor, the typical Lounges with Seats and Tables were still present like in the rest of the alien Bar on the Smuggler's Moon.
At one of those, Nikolai Voi'un - appearing without as his helmet as Human or similiar (though himself never really knowing what he genetically was (and not caring aswell), he would not be noticed by anyone due his fully-employed use of Duster, enviromental Jumpsuit and Helmet.Moments passed in which he merely set with his legs crossed - resting atop the warm metal Furniture.
The smuggler waited for someone, but this person didn't know of his existence - soon and hopefully to be changed for the good of both the Subjects.Yet it remained so, that anyone could pop up in the crowd... luckily, any type of Weapons were taken away from the Individuals entering, making it impossible for nothing more than a mere (and short-lived) Bar-Brawl to occur - still, the rule of chance might imply something different...
