Gregor Montague
Character
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN7EkJv98PQ
[SIZE=10.5pt]No man, woman or child could ever have said that they'd lived a full and sustaining life if they'd never headed to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Tortuga Star Dock. While many would argue that Mos Eisley Spaceport was a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, Tortuga attracted the sort of crowd which couldn't make it to Mos Eisley due to bans in their cantinas, or bounties put on their heads by local crime lords. It was the sort of place which attracted a rougher, more violent crowd. One which sneered at the veneer of civility Tatooine's cantinas offered. [/SIZE]
Filled to the brink with pirates, bounty hunters, smugglers, and women of dubious moral fibre, it was the perfect place to set up a recruiting station for Captain Gregor Montague. In the middle of the stations cantina, the captain silently sat, observing the bar fights and excessive drinking. The Captain had set up shop in the back corner of the room, insulated from the violence of the debaucherous maelstrom. In front of him sat a table he'd neatly pulled over, and on that a piece of paper. A sign up sheet for those wanting to join the crew he was setting up. Gregor knew that in the chaos, there most certainly were some layabouts desperate for work. Desperate for some way off of here. All he had to do, was wait for them.
[SIZE=10.5pt]No man, woman or child could ever have said that they'd lived a full and sustaining life if they'd never headed to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Tortuga Star Dock. While many would argue that Mos Eisley Spaceport was a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, Tortuga attracted the sort of crowd which couldn't make it to Mos Eisley due to bans in their cantinas, or bounties put on their heads by local crime lords. It was the sort of place which attracted a rougher, more violent crowd. One which sneered at the veneer of civility Tatooine's cantinas offered. [/SIZE]
Filled to the brink with pirates, bounty hunters, smugglers, and women of dubious moral fibre, it was the perfect place to set up a recruiting station for Captain Gregor Montague. In the middle of the stations cantina, the captain silently sat, observing the bar fights and excessive drinking. The Captain had set up shop in the back corner of the room, insulated from the violence of the debaucherous maelstrom. In front of him sat a table he'd neatly pulled over, and on that a piece of paper. A sign up sheet for those wanting to join the crew he was setting up. Gregor knew that in the chaos, there most certainly were some layabouts desperate for work. Desperate for some way off of here. All he had to do, was wait for them.