Lord Gaius
Chosen
Hasjo Hallu, Padawan of the Jedi Order and Captain of the Republic Navy entered the cantina. He was a Nautolan, naturally his species were designed to live underwater. It was there he could speak his native tongue, and his senses were heightened. A poolside cantina was a natural resort for the Nautolan to flee too for relaxation. He made his way to the pool. He shrugged off his deep brown cloak, and removed his tunic. He simply stood in thigh-length tight-fitting trousers. He placed his belongings nearby on a bench where he could keep an eye on them. It wasn't much. Identification and his lightsaber hilt, a very small one at that. So small that it looked to fit more properly in the hands of a female human than that of the large webbed hands of a Nautolan. He took to the deep end, sliding into the water much like he had done it a thousand times over. He didn't surface, he simply sunk. His tendrils swirling under the water, his eyes began to shift with black inky movement.