King of Korriban
Outer Rims;
Perlemian Trade Route;
Saleucami.
"A Hapan admiral?"
Nejaa's voice sounded a bit surprised, though it was still subdued enough. It was a pretty bold claim to fill, though Nejaa had no reason for disbelief thus far. Beyond the man seeming to be chalk full of inaccurate information, and willing to make accusations about things he knew little of. Of note, the man wore nice clothing, and carried around nice weaponry. Well, it wasn't often that he saw a slugthrower. Primitive weapons, more commonly used for hunting than anything else, though also known for their effective nature over lightsaber wielding foe. The quick pace, and nearly invisible path of the projectile required a far greater defensive parameter than the glowing blaster bolts coming from charge packs.
"Hapan... Admiral," he said, leaning back into the booth seat and studying the man opposite him. "You? An admiral..." Nejaa nearly whispered this time, his small voice becoming a breathy ghost. "Alright, I've said enough already." Nejaa withdrew a small credit chip, pushed himself up into a standing position, leaned over and said "Well, admiral, thank you for your time. I'm sure someone of your rank wouldn't mind treating the Jedi to his bajjah, now would you?" He didn't wait for an answer, simply tucking the chip back into his belt pouch and marching out of the cafe. A Hapan admiral, eh? Soon, the holonets would be torn apart in search. What were the chances of such things, hmm?
[member="Cross Ikon"]
[Exit]
Perlemian Trade Route;
Saleucami.
"A Hapan admiral?"
Nejaa's voice sounded a bit surprised, though it was still subdued enough. It was a pretty bold claim to fill, though Nejaa had no reason for disbelief thus far. Beyond the man seeming to be chalk full of inaccurate information, and willing to make accusations about things he knew little of. Of note, the man wore nice clothing, and carried around nice weaponry. Well, it wasn't often that he saw a slugthrower. Primitive weapons, more commonly used for hunting than anything else, though also known for their effective nature over lightsaber wielding foe. The quick pace, and nearly invisible path of the projectile required a far greater defensive parameter than the glowing blaster bolts coming from charge packs.
"Hapan... Admiral," he said, leaning back into the booth seat and studying the man opposite him. "You? An admiral..." Nejaa nearly whispered this time, his small voice becoming a breathy ghost. "Alright, I've said enough already." Nejaa withdrew a small credit chip, pushed himself up into a standing position, leaned over and said "Well, admiral, thank you for your time. I'm sure someone of your rank wouldn't mind treating the Jedi to his bajjah, now would you?" He didn't wait for an answer, simply tucking the chip back into his belt pouch and marching out of the cafe. A Hapan admiral, eh? Soon, the holonets would be torn apart in search. What were the chances of such things, hmm?
[member="Cross Ikon"]
[Exit]
