Robert Sorbez
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[member="Cazo"] | [member="Echo Kora"] | [member="Orion Trex"] | [member="Phax"] | [member="Merric Rhoso"]
Nar Shaddaa. Criminals of every breed assembled to discuss devious plans or to take a vacation from their regular schedule. Everyone there had a story, the only wonder was how tragic it was. The vibrant lights all around was simply a distraction to take away from all of the corruption that was beneath the residents' noses, taking away that fear that everything could go wrong if the right people were there to cause trouble. Robert himself was personally not there to cause trouble, that was just a little perk if anything were to cross his path, which it most likely were. The cleanliness of the surrounding areas was a bit of concern, but he was protected and it was nothing to get the authorities after him for.
Bystanders made sure to keep their distance after seeing Robert geared up with the same weapon that was capable of frying someone within seconds. Not the most pleasant feeling to someone, but there would always be that one person who got to close or said the wrong thing and was at the receiving end of a cookout. Walking past various restaurants with happy couples with so much going for them, he kept muttering to himself. "Too many variables... can't get anything done." He knew that his rambles weren't exactly true, the amount of people around wouldn't exactly limit the possible damage committed, they were all vermin anyway. It was the Smuggler's Moon anyway, anything was possible.
Nar Shaddaa. Criminals of every breed assembled to discuss devious plans or to take a vacation from their regular schedule. Everyone there had a story, the only wonder was how tragic it was. The vibrant lights all around was simply a distraction to take away from all of the corruption that was beneath the residents' noses, taking away that fear that everything could go wrong if the right people were there to cause trouble. Robert himself was personally not there to cause trouble, that was just a little perk if anything were to cross his path, which it most likely were. The cleanliness of the surrounding areas was a bit of concern, but he was protected and it was nothing to get the authorities after him for.
Bystanders made sure to keep their distance after seeing Robert geared up with the same weapon that was capable of frying someone within seconds. Not the most pleasant feeling to someone, but there would always be that one person who got to close or said the wrong thing and was at the receiving end of a cookout. Walking past various restaurants with happy couples with so much going for them, he kept muttering to himself. "Too many variables... can't get anything done." He knew that his rambles weren't exactly true, the amount of people around wouldn't exactly limit the possible damage committed, they were all vermin anyway. It was the Smuggler's Moon anyway, anything was possible.