"It's a deal, then" A large figure said, talking to a Duros man in a well decorated office before leaving. The large man, covered in scars, bearded and gray was an imposing figure, not only because of his physical appeareance but also of the reputation that came with it. The white and gray mane, the glowing eye tattoos on his face, his imposing figure and his gauntlets made it clear who he was: The poisoner of Mon Cal, the White Lion of Zaa Fenn, Gareth Gin. Somehow free, alive and kicking.
Hushed whispers could be heard as he sat on a stool in front of the bar, nearby patrons quickly moving to other seats as he did. While other legends such as Preef Callo would be met with respect and adoration, the Matukai was mostly met with fear, for everyone in the galaxy knew what he had done in the past...No amount of explaining of his actions, hutt killing or daring heists would get the public to believe that he was not a monster...And he was fine with it, he always wanted to be a legend, didn't care if it was one born in infamy.
"Sarlacc Kicker, on the rocks." Gareth told the bartender, who would nervously nod before serving him his drink. The Lion had things to do, the deal he had just made being related to it...But it had been a while since he had gone to the Omega Station, he couldn't say he had exactly missed it, but it had been quite a while since he had drunk at a place that was relatively clean, so he decided to spend a bit of time here before going to his ship. So there he was, savouring the fear he felt from other thugs.
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