Edric Vanyan
The Historian King
Justin grinned as the man came towards him, fist raised and sending it right into the side of Justin's face, who in turn just spit out the blood and grabbed a metal rod nearby, swinging it until it connected with the man's own head and send him sprawling to the ground.
Why was he here and what was that all about. Well lets talk first about Justin's past. He was an Orphan, which was not unusual for those on Nar Shadaa, the darkest, god forsaken world in this blasted galaxy. And as for the now multiple bruises delivered thanks to this guy, it was because Justin had ripped him off and now as for his repayment he would lose every credit chip on him.
Walking out of the alley he grabbed a communicator and called in for the single person that he had as a friend. One person named [member="Lamia Quresh"], whom he always started a conversation the same way. "Hello, dead man walking here, we still meeting by the cafe on level 147b right?"
Why was he here and what was that all about. Well lets talk first about Justin's past. He was an Orphan, which was not unusual for those on Nar Shadaa, the darkest, god forsaken world in this blasted galaxy. And as for the now multiple bruises delivered thanks to this guy, it was because Justin had ripped him off and now as for his repayment he would lose every credit chip on him.
Walking out of the alley he grabbed a communicator and called in for the single person that he had as a friend. One person named [member="Lamia Quresh"], whom he always started a conversation the same way. "Hello, dead man walking here, we still meeting by the cafe on level 147b right?"