Veritas et Lux
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The selkath doctor liked to visit the moon. Being in the lab on planet was too much for his unstable personality sometimes. He wasn't exactly sane anyways. He fancied the Jekk'jekk tarr. So many brilliant ideas came from sitting at his reserved booth. The scatter virus, the radiation projector, and plenty more brilliant ideas that set the standard for modern combat, some even kept the republic's scientists in the dust.
Walking in the small amounts of frequent perspiration that occurred on the moon was something else he enjoyed. The wetness reminded him of manaan. He approached the Jekk'jekk tarr to chance upon what seemed like a quarren and his thugs roughing up some guy. Rashesh couldn't see the man's species however he didn't really care.
Tonight he was feeling a little on edge. His teeth chattering, his hands a little too jittery. He didn't really care exactly what went down tonight, he was hutt military. Coming up on the four, he saw as the gamorrean raised his axe. He didn't like the way that pig's fat nose flared. It was ugly, it made Rashesh's lip curve.
Kra-pew
It was the sound of his hold-out catching the pig-man's face mid-swing, searing his now never to be seen again nose. With a grunt and a snarl the pig-man and quarren turned, with the bastard squid attempting to draw a pistol of his own. But he was only met with another blaster bolt, his blaster never leaving his holster. And the pig-man, grunting and growling.
"Pig-man no like the smell of bacon? No worry! Pig-man be bacon soon too, yea?! Hahaha-HAA-ha, hehe-he..." The selkath's insanity always came apparent with his laugh, and the rhyme of his words that seemed to always go up.
"You hurt son? Needa get you to the box, you not gunna need that leg hurt no more. In the box wee can get you some wires for that. I once had a bogie with a jacked-leg. I not so kind to him. I throw my juma at him, his wires got fried, couldn't walk. Hehehe-ahha. Go to da hutt station you ask for transplant tell em' Dr.Rashesh sent ya." He extended a slimy hand to the wounded- Whatever his species was. Dr. Rashesh still couldn't make it out due to his armor. But it didn't really matter.
As he shook his hand he gave him a pat on the shoulder and headed inside to his booth. His booth was always reserved for him.
Once inside he felt a little refreshed with the air and the ambiance. The bar was great, and the booth had a nice view. The food was great the drinks were great. The air was wonderful. It took the edge off of researching chemical compounds and weapons of mass destruction.
Walking in the small amounts of frequent perspiration that occurred on the moon was something else he enjoyed. The wetness reminded him of manaan. He approached the Jekk'jekk tarr to chance upon what seemed like a quarren and his thugs roughing up some guy. Rashesh couldn't see the man's species however he didn't really care.
Tonight he was feeling a little on edge. His teeth chattering, his hands a little too jittery. He didn't really care exactly what went down tonight, he was hutt military. Coming up on the four, he saw as the gamorrean raised his axe. He didn't like the way that pig's fat nose flared. It was ugly, it made Rashesh's lip curve.
Kra-pew
It was the sound of his hold-out catching the pig-man's face mid-swing, searing his now never to be seen again nose. With a grunt and a snarl the pig-man and quarren turned, with the bastard squid attempting to draw a pistol of his own. But he was only met with another blaster bolt, his blaster never leaving his holster. And the pig-man, grunting and growling.
"Pig-man no like the smell of bacon? No worry! Pig-man be bacon soon too, yea?! Hahaha-HAA-ha, hehe-he..." The selkath's insanity always came apparent with his laugh, and the rhyme of his words that seemed to always go up.
"You hurt son? Needa get you to the box, you not gunna need that leg hurt no more. In the box wee can get you some wires for that. I once had a bogie with a jacked-leg. I not so kind to him. I throw my juma at him, his wires got fried, couldn't walk. Hehehe-ahha. Go to da hutt station you ask for transplant tell em' Dr.Rashesh sent ya." He extended a slimy hand to the wounded- Whatever his species was. Dr. Rashesh still couldn't make it out due to his armor. But it didn't really matter.
As he shook his hand he gave him a pat on the shoulder and headed inside to his booth. His booth was always reserved for him.
Once inside he felt a little refreshed with the air and the ambiance. The bar was great, and the booth had a nice view. The food was great the drinks were great. The air was wonderful. It took the edge off of researching chemical compounds and weapons of mass destruction.