Draco Virtus's law enforcement ship would be setting down in a small port on the outskirts of Mos Eisley. The ranger would flip the switch letting the landing gear extend out to meet the dusty ground. Switching everything off and stepping down the small ramp as he wore his custom law enforcement Mako 03 Armor. His armor weave cape with his Ranger badge underneath fluttering as the wind blew a little. His concealed blaster pistol tucked in as his helmet was on. His HUD displaying his grid coordinates and location as he smirked softly. He had just done a long ass patrol and was rather parched. Making his way to a local watering hole for booze and news. Stepping down the bustling street as species all across the galaxy were moving about as the sun was setting. Markets were still busy and droids moved around aimlessly. His hazel eyes catching the place he was looking for.
"The Rattlin' Krayt"
Entering down through the doors as they hissed open slowly. Stepping through he would remove his helmet and clip it onto his side as he pushed down to the bar. He would take a seat as he nodded to the bartender. "Tatooni Junko." as he flicked a credit on the table. The backdrop was covered in Holonews of what was happening around the galaxy alongside sports and betting tables in the backdrop. Tatooine was a simple life style. Nothing flashy. You either were against the law, gambled all day, scavenged/drank for a pass time or all of the above. Draco would light up a cigarra from his pack tucked away to the side. Taking a long drag as he exhaled and turned to watch the Holonews regarding Jedi's lying and stealing or some other shit. Draco didn't care much for politics and turned his head as he was served his drink. Taking a mouthful he would set the glass down.
Well deserved considering he ended up into a brawl around Anchorhead with some thugs and ended up subduing them and booking them in. Paperwork was passed in and he had finished for the night until otherwise. Most rangers moved about the galaxy while others stayed around certain areas. Draco was stationed off of Tatooine but he floated where need be. The crime in Tatooine was still significantly high and the lack of Rangers in the galaxy certainly never helped the cause. But for now he would enjoy his smoke and drink with a little bit of music going on in the foreground.
"The Rattlin' Krayt"
Entering down through the doors as they hissed open slowly. Stepping through he would remove his helmet and clip it onto his side as he pushed down to the bar. He would take a seat as he nodded to the bartender. "Tatooni Junko." as he flicked a credit on the table. The backdrop was covered in Holonews of what was happening around the galaxy alongside sports and betting tables in the backdrop. Tatooine was a simple life style. Nothing flashy. You either were against the law, gambled all day, scavenged/drank for a pass time or all of the above. Draco would light up a cigarra from his pack tucked away to the side. Taking a long drag as he exhaled and turned to watch the Holonews regarding Jedi's lying and stealing or some other shit. Draco didn't care much for politics and turned his head as he was served his drink. Taking a mouthful he would set the glass down.
Well deserved considering he ended up into a brawl around Anchorhead with some thugs and ended up subduing them and booking them in. Paperwork was passed in and he had finished for the night until otherwise. Most rangers moved about the galaxy while others stayed around certain areas. Draco was stationed off of Tatooine but he floated where need be. The crime in Tatooine was still significantly high and the lack of Rangers in the galaxy certainly never helped the cause. But for now he would enjoy his smoke and drink with a little bit of music going on in the foreground.