On a clear night on corellia, a small vessel landed in the space port. The doors of the vessel opened up and a Kiffar man appeared. He wore a black shirt, brown baggy pants and a black hooded robe, with the hood up. He also wore a belt with a blaster attached to it.
He had long black hair and gold/brown eyes and a black tattoo on his left cheek. He walked down the ramp and stepped onto the floor of the docking bay. A few employees moved over to him: "Good night, sir! Welcome on Corellia. Is there any thing we can help you with?"
"Sure." The kiffar answered. "Fuel my ship up, but keep out of it."
"Alright, sir."
After all the things were arranged and the kiffar had payed the fee, he exited the space port and stepped into the city known as Coronet.
There were many flashing lights and a lot of speeders cruising through the air. People were walking through the streets, probably going to bars and cantinas.
He walked through a street.
First of all... he thought, time to eat something. He entered one of the many cantinas.
The place was full of many different species and he moved over the counter. There was a chiss bartender.
"Good night, sir." the chiss said.
"Corellian ale and something to eat. Something decent." the kiffar said. He did not sound very friendly at all.
"Uh... of course, sir." the chiss filled a glass with the ale and told the kiffar he could sit down somewhere. The food would be brought to him.
The kiffar took the ale, payed, and moved over to a table in the corner, where he awaited his meal. He thought about what master Dewbacca had ordered his knights to do. Arrest all Ospions.
He was a little nervous but ready for it. Though that was not the main reason why he was on Corellia. He was here to relax a bit from the tention back at the jedi temple. He was tired and needed a good drink.
He sat there, waiting for his food to be served and wondering what trouble would crop up. He always managed to get in trouble when he was out adventuring on his own somehow. He smiled and took a sip from his ale.
He had long black hair and gold/brown eyes and a black tattoo on his left cheek. He walked down the ramp and stepped onto the floor of the docking bay. A few employees moved over to him: "Good night, sir! Welcome on Corellia. Is there any thing we can help you with?"
"Sure." The kiffar answered. "Fuel my ship up, but keep out of it."
"Alright, sir."
After all the things were arranged and the kiffar had payed the fee, he exited the space port and stepped into the city known as Coronet.
There were many flashing lights and a lot of speeders cruising through the air. People were walking through the streets, probably going to bars and cantinas.
He walked through a street.
First of all... he thought, time to eat something. He entered one of the many cantinas.
The place was full of many different species and he moved over the counter. There was a chiss bartender.
"Good night, sir." the chiss said.
"Corellian ale and something to eat. Something decent." the kiffar said. He did not sound very friendly at all.
"Uh... of course, sir." the chiss filled a glass with the ale and told the kiffar he could sit down somewhere. The food would be brought to him.
The kiffar took the ale, payed, and moved over to a table in the corner, where he awaited his meal. He thought about what master Dewbacca had ordered his knights to do. Arrest all Ospions.
He was a little nervous but ready for it. Though that was not the main reason why he was on Corellia. He was here to relax a bit from the tention back at the jedi temple. He was tired and needed a good drink.
He sat there, waiting for his food to be served and wondering what trouble would crop up. He always managed to get in trouble when he was out adventuring on his own somehow. He smiled and took a sip from his ale.