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Preef figured he'd turn twenty any day now, at least, he hoped he'd reach twenty considering the tall tales Tutch Hall had been telling. Tutch was a human and like all humans he was overconfident yet charismatic. The fact that Preef and three others blindly followed him was testimony to the latter. That they were meeting with a shady character for a rumored assassination job was proof of the former.
At least the venue was picked, wait- No, the meeting point was a bunch of crap, too. The slums on Taris had makeshift houses and cantina's in old derelict spaceships and old cargo containers, which had a novelty to them, if it wasn't for the warm yellow smog everywhere. Tutch had picked the "Cockpit Cantina" as the meeting spot because he enjoyed the view, for it was one of only few derelict spaceships with intact windows, but it was also cramped, filled with undesirables and literally anyone could see them discuss business from the other side of the large window panels.
As the youngest member of Tutch's posse, Preef didn't dare to challenge the infamous human outlaw outright. Not while knowing, from Tutch's own words, that he outdrew three Tarisian security officers to rob a credit vault just last year. That act was no doubt the reason they'd gotten this job in the first place.
Tutch might as well have paid for a HoloNet commercial saying; "The infamous gunslinger Tutch Hall has no scruples and will murder anyone if the price is right."
So that's how Preef ended up worrying about his mortality while sitting in a cantina booth with Tutch Hall. "You're new, Preef-" the human said while sucking on a cigarra, "-but this is what freedom is all about. You get some credits from those that don't need 'em and you move on. Don't let yourse-" he paused abruptly and turned his head towards the sickly-looking teenage waitress, "-not right now, darlin'-" but she didn't budge and pointed at his half-empty glass of Commenor Brandy, "-I said,-" Tutch unholstered one of his blasters and put it in plain view on the table, "-not now."
@Malon @Logan
OOC: Preef Callo CS
At least the venue was picked, wait- No, the meeting point was a bunch of crap, too. The slums on Taris had makeshift houses and cantina's in old derelict spaceships and old cargo containers, which had a novelty to them, if it wasn't for the warm yellow smog everywhere. Tutch had picked the "Cockpit Cantina" as the meeting spot because he enjoyed the view, for it was one of only few derelict spaceships with intact windows, but it was also cramped, filled with undesirables and literally anyone could see them discuss business from the other side of the large window panels.
As the youngest member of Tutch's posse, Preef didn't dare to challenge the infamous human outlaw outright. Not while knowing, from Tutch's own words, that he outdrew three Tarisian security officers to rob a credit vault just last year. That act was no doubt the reason they'd gotten this job in the first place.
Tutch might as well have paid for a HoloNet commercial saying; "The infamous gunslinger Tutch Hall has no scruples and will murder anyone if the price is right."
So that's how Preef ended up worrying about his mortality while sitting in a cantina booth with Tutch Hall. "You're new, Preef-" the human said while sucking on a cigarra, "-but this is what freedom is all about. You get some credits from those that don't need 'em and you move on. Don't let yourse-" he paused abruptly and turned his head towards the sickly-looking teenage waitress, "-not right now, darlin'-" but she didn't budge and pointed at his half-empty glass of Commenor Brandy, "-I said,-" Tutch unholstered one of his blasters and put it in plain view on the table, "-not now."
@Malon @Logan
OOC: Preef Callo CS