Draven Unduli
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Mar 14, 2019
- Messages
- 18
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Lusty Lekku
Smuggler's Moon. This very planet had been the heart of conflict not long ago and he was fully aware that the Sith Empire unfortunately lost this realm to Mandolorian conquest. He wasn't surprised to say the least, the fires of rebellion had shifted momentum towards the oppressed and away from the oppressors. However, he knew where is allegiance lay, it was just a matter of time before the Empire would strike back and when that time came, he would be prepared.
The Mirialan was seated at the bar, considerably away from the promiscuous catwalk, though his eyes would momentarily shift towards the dancers before glancing at some of the other working girls. He had his tastes and favorites, unfortunately, the green twi'lek which he preferred was not on duty tonight. A glass of scotch in hand, he twirled it aimlessly while watching the giant ice cube slowly melt and water down his drink. Intertwined between the index and middle fingers of his right hand lay a firmly lit cigarette. His clothing was his usual ordeal though somewhat unusual in comparison to others who had patronized the club tonight. He had on a pair of silk ebony cloaks, but particularly shirtless as he allowed all to visualize his barechested brilliance. No weapons could be frankly seen, though it was safe to assume his lightsaber was somewhere hidden on his person.
@Dread