Lao Pak
Character
Shadowport Cordova's Cove - Along the NIO/TSE Boarder
Ever since his run-in with the Galactic Alliance on Eufornis Lao Pak had steered clear of the Big Boys in White. Their marines were no joke and he didn't want anything to do with them or their stupid laws, credits be damned. Besides, he thought to himself as he took a swig of his drink, the war with the Sith and New Imperial Order was making him a killing in gun-running between the two nations. Quick scavenging jobs in their battlefields and runs to both nations brought big profits whether he was trading to upstart criminals looking to get their hands on A+ grade military tech, or just re-selling salvage to the governments.
"War make goooooood money," he said to himself as he raised his glass in thanks and downed the rest. "Hey tenda! Git me 'nothaaa drink! Top shelf dis time!" he made a circle with his middle finger and thumb, an old Atrisian hand sign for credits. The Basalisk barkeep rolled his eyes and shrugged his four massive shoulders.
"Master Pak, you really should keep your alcohol levels down. I find it prudent to remind you that we've only paid for one Galactic Standard day of docking permissions and as you were fond of telling me before we landed, the dockmaster does not take kindly to staying over their alotted time as this is a very busy shadow port as of late-" Before L9 could finish Lao Pak slapped the Corellian Hunter Killer droid on its back.
"No worrieessss! Mama Cordova owes Lao Pak fayva, no worries!" The barkeep returned, plopping a drunk in front of him. Lao Pak gave him a wink from behind his shades. The beast of a species grunted and slapped a bill next to him.
"Droid's right. Pay your bill and make sure you're out before your time. Cordova ain't like freeloaders." He shook his head, the large fleshy sack under his chin quivering as he did so. Lao Pak mimicked the man mockingly as he walked away before taking a sip of his drink and letting the bass of the music send tremors up his spine. He was on a runner's high and there was nothing in the Galaxy that could take that away from him.
Allyson Locke
Ever since his run-in with the Galactic Alliance on Eufornis Lao Pak had steered clear of the Big Boys in White. Their marines were no joke and he didn't want anything to do with them or their stupid laws, credits be damned. Besides, he thought to himself as he took a swig of his drink, the war with the Sith and New Imperial Order was making him a killing in gun-running between the two nations. Quick scavenging jobs in their battlefields and runs to both nations brought big profits whether he was trading to upstart criminals looking to get their hands on A+ grade military tech, or just re-selling salvage to the governments.
"War make goooooood money," he said to himself as he raised his glass in thanks and downed the rest. "Hey tenda! Git me 'nothaaa drink! Top shelf dis time!" he made a circle with his middle finger and thumb, an old Atrisian hand sign for credits. The Basalisk barkeep rolled his eyes and shrugged his four massive shoulders.
"Master Pak, you really should keep your alcohol levels down. I find it prudent to remind you that we've only paid for one Galactic Standard day of docking permissions and as you were fond of telling me before we landed, the dockmaster does not take kindly to staying over their alotted time as this is a very busy shadow port as of late-" Before L9 could finish Lao Pak slapped the Corellian Hunter Killer droid on its back.
"No worrieessss! Mama Cordova owes Lao Pak fayva, no worries!" The barkeep returned, plopping a drunk in front of him. Lao Pak gave him a wink from behind his shades. The beast of a species grunted and slapped a bill next to him.
"Droid's right. Pay your bill and make sure you're out before your time. Cordova ain't like freeloaders." He shook his head, the large fleshy sack under his chin quivering as he did so. Lao Pak mimicked the man mockingly as he walked away before taking a sip of his drink and letting the bass of the music send tremors up his spine. He was on a runner's high and there was nothing in the Galaxy that could take that away from him.
Allyson Locke
