Lar's adventure.

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Ugh, the bitter smell of a space station. Lars hates this smell. The young boy dressed in a grey spacer outfit loathes coming to such gross places. Alas, he needs a place to fuel up. This matter could take at least an hour, so he decides to look around. The boy is famished, and needed to eat. This does, however abide some time while he awaited orders from his superiors. Lars almost went into a trance of letting his thoughts run. Boom, it occurs to him, some dark presence stronger than his own is looming about on the space station.

This calls for an investigation~.

The boy quickly sprints to the signature's place, only to find that it came from some generic Cantina.
"...Mmph..." The boy bites his upper lip with his black teeth, praying the bouncer would not notice as he snuck his way under some Muun's large cloak, it pays to be 5'3'. The young man walks up to the signature: a man wearing a spacer suit just like him. Lars keeps his distance, but his force signature would more than likely be felt by anyone in the area who was sensitive in the force.

He remained quiet, to observe the man from affar
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[Garza]

I hated this outfit.

blagh. I just wanted to wear my damned vest here on the space station Allow myself to not have my arm hidden up. I hated hiding it now. I wanted to show people who I really was. But I was here on a Job. Catch a man that had decided to skip down on a Murder investigation. I was here to tag him and bring him back. Around my wrists were bands. leather, but secretly they were made as cuffs that were nearly unbreakable. And seeing as how this guy had been so good at avoiding me, guessing that he was a force sensitive, I wanted something that would limit his powers against me.

Hidden in my jacket was my trusty lightsaber, but on my thigh was a Woebringer heavy blaster pistol. Shaking my head, I was looking at the man sitting just a little to the right of the Stage. Watching as one of the dancers was grinding on his lap. I just shook my head and waited for this to be done so I could bag him. I could not wait to get out of this suit.

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[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Larkoon Looked at the man, who didn't seem to notice him. The boy lacked the ability to trust anyone, since his whole clan wanted him dead. This whole area made him feel uncomfortable, the dancers. Ugh, this atmosphere. Alas, he wanted to meet this man. A saber on the hip, just as one of the instructors....But unfamiliar....What a large gamble. The boy gulps, hoping he didn't have to fight this guy who was visibly more powerful. Slowly, he approached the mysterious being with his fists clinched and his expression piercing and focused. "Uh..." The grim-looking pale zabrak mustered up to say. "Are you familiar with this space port..?" Lars would hope to lead up into the subject of being super powered by conversation.

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