- Joined
- Jan 1, 2019
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The last few weeks had been interesting, ever since his surrogate father and former boss Aks-Ree had been captured. What hurt the Pantoran even more was that it occurred on his watch and with him in the cargo train with the Gran. There was little he could have done, the hunters out numbered them and who knew they’d throw that nasty Grenade in there. With the Red Skulls fallen from prominence, they had relied on Imperial persuasion and credits to keep their revenues going. Security detail wasn’t as thrilling as his murderous intentions called and he realized this knew life may grow dull too quickly.
A chance encounter that included a harrowing battle surrounded by Ewoks and Galactic Alliance personnel. The Mandolorian he met, perhaps offered something that the red skull enforcer could consider. A new beginning, and purpose. Mandalore had changed for the better with a new leader, perhaps it was time to forge a new path and not one that required isolation from the traditions he still inherently valued.
He was dressed without his armor tonight, located in one of the local cantinas. Dark silk pantaloons and with a royal blue jacket, no shirt as he preferred to parade his musculature bare chested. Blue fingers reached for the Vodka glass, eyes fixed on the Holonews broadcast.
@Rimrald