[member="Mrrew"] [member="Nomad Crimson"] [member="Oka Osaa"]
Zombies? This convinced the brute to place his helmet on, immediately the black armored brute placed his helmet on. Even drunk, he did not want to take any chances, people were talking among him. Never had he seen beings become so karking superstitious, it was like how mandalorians thought of force beings. Sherruck peered around keeping attention to the nutty rogue, but even focusing was hard for the drunk figure. There were a couple other rather large beings around, but this did not scare the warrior, he had trained his whole entire body since the age of eight, few could match his unstoppable strength, and Iron body. Few could match his speed, and explosive power at that as well,but for the moment the zabrak was calm. The amount of alcohol he had made him dizzy anyway, he would have to sit there for awhile before he became sober again. This might take hours or days, the mercenary definitely was not good with drinks of the sort, hopefully the storm would end soon. Then he could take a transport back to mandalore were he would probably throw up for awhile till he was ready.