The Angry Cheese
Not A Character
Outside of the Jekk Jekk Tar on Nar Shadda, an ancient yet still popular cantina for non-humans who enjoy more... hostile environments, those that humans cannot enter without protection over their skin, mouth, and nose. The poisonous fumes would kill them in seconds.
But, Tracinya was outside, leaning against a wall and awaiting his escortee. The Mandalorian was distracting himself with his pistol, occasionally pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet to calibrate the hidden holdout blaster in the gauntlet. He'd also flex his fingers, testing out the power of his crushgaunts, or twirl his Westar-34 that he had drawn out. This was one of the worst parts of being hired for escort duty: The waiting.
He checks his chronometer, sighing and all but banging the back of his helmeted head on the metal wall. He pulls out another accuracy disc, tossing it in the air before shooting it mid-air with a moment's hesitation.
[member="Miri"]
But, Tracinya was outside, leaning against a wall and awaiting his escortee. The Mandalorian was distracting himself with his pistol, occasionally pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet to calibrate the hidden holdout blaster in the gauntlet. He'd also flex his fingers, testing out the power of his crushgaunts, or twirl his Westar-34 that he had drawn out. This was one of the worst parts of being hired for escort duty: The waiting.
He checks his chronometer, sighing and all but banging the back of his helmeted head on the metal wall. He pulls out another accuracy disc, tossing it in the air before shooting it mid-air with a moment's hesitation.
[member="Miri"]