Isco
Last of the Cilare
[member="Matsu Ike"]
Isco took a few steps off the landing ramp of the huge passenger liner that'd taken him from Corellia to Asahi in search of a further purpose beyond mercenary work. His former occupation had brought him to the planet once as an invader and they'd earned the hulking man's admiration through their ferocity in defense of their land. The planet was still recovering from when the Fringe had washed over the little world, making it their own. Isco had marked it as one of the few times he'd felt slightly conflicted about helping a military subjugate a planet. They reminded him of the stories his father had passed down about their people. Proud and strong before being nearly annihilated by the Vong. Of course this situation had been different, since the Asahi government had effectively sold out their own people, but the plight of the resistance suffered a shared fate at the hands of the superior military forces of the Fringe.
He hoped to find the peoples strength still intact. The lumbering man moved into the crowded streets of the capital, moving amongst the throng and drawing more than a few glances, before deciding to try a cantina that seemed off the beaten path a ways. Isco had to bend down slightly to fit into the six foot doorframe, taking a seat at the bar. The bartender raised his eyebrow slightly as the chair bent under Isco's considerable weight.
"Local flavor." He said to the infinitely tinier Bothan.
The Bothan only gave a nod and poured him a local brewed ale.
Isco took a few steps off the landing ramp of the huge passenger liner that'd taken him from Corellia to Asahi in search of a further purpose beyond mercenary work. His former occupation had brought him to the planet once as an invader and they'd earned the hulking man's admiration through their ferocity in defense of their land. The planet was still recovering from when the Fringe had washed over the little world, making it their own. Isco had marked it as one of the few times he'd felt slightly conflicted about helping a military subjugate a planet. They reminded him of the stories his father had passed down about their people. Proud and strong before being nearly annihilated by the Vong. Of course this situation had been different, since the Asahi government had effectively sold out their own people, but the plight of the resistance suffered a shared fate at the hands of the superior military forces of the Fringe.
He hoped to find the peoples strength still intact. The lumbering man moved into the crowded streets of the capital, moving amongst the throng and drawing more than a few glances, before deciding to try a cantina that seemed off the beaten path a ways. Isco had to bend down slightly to fit into the six foot doorframe, taking a seat at the bar. The bartender raised his eyebrow slightly as the chair bent under Isco's considerable weight.
"Local flavor." He said to the infinitely tinier Bothan.
The Bothan only gave a nod and poured him a local brewed ale.
