Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Starting Location: The Dusty Dewback Cantina, Mos Espa, Tatooine
Tags:
Diarch Reign
V3RM-X
Laphisto
Intent: Who Knows?
Under one of the outer tents of a fairly standard cantina. Draven was silently seated with a drink on the table and a datapad in his hand. He might of stood out. Though he also was very good at just displaying off a general aura of 'I don't wish to be approached'. It was a natural developed stance. As Draven preferred not being around a lot of people in a social setting. He was better than what he'd used to be. Then again it was very safe to say he wasn't the same as he had been.
Draven was in the process of looking up whether or not any particular smuggling operations seemed to be grander than just the normal discord that tended to occur on Tatooine. Admittedly, all crime was problematic. However, Draven wasn't one to concern himself normally with the small stuff. Usually, with exceptions of course. Local law enforcement was more than capable of handling the small operations. Additionally, Draven wasn't likely to involve himself in a planetary or multisystem operation. He didn't have the proper resources for that scale of a project. At least if he continued to operate alone.
Draven was dressed this day in a tan robe with tan pants. Like normal, Draven wore no shoes. Which was how he preferred it. Draven didn't at least change in that regard. As well as there was base principles which Draven held close to. Hence, why he was looking to take down an underground operation once again.
Draven finally got the ping he was looking for. Tilting back in the chair he sat within. He began to look over the details of what appeared to be a weapon shipment which appeared to lack a significant amount of it's cargo. A weapon or two wasn't out of the ordinary. This however seemed to be a bit more problematic as an entire shipments worth was seemingly just lost. Draven saved the data entry. Before closing the data pad and storing it into his pack. It was something he'd keep note of and probably look into soon. In the meanwhile he needed to see if any local ramblings would catch his attention and possibly offer up opportunity.
Draven quietly downed his drink. Where he began to listen and observe to the locals and travelers in the other tents. Draven always had some form of awareness about his surroundings. Had anything concerning... or Too unassuming occurred. He'd of been able to get wind to figure out whether it was worth confronting or avoiding. Now though Draven was actively attempting to gauge who happened to be around him, and what their goals and activities consisted of. To see if he had interest in involving himself with them, or if he was going to find himself inadvertently dragged into something whether he wished to be included or not. It seemed like a decent day for the latter to occur and Draven would welcome a change in pace.
Tags:
Diarch Reign
V3RM-X
Laphisto
Intent: Who Knows?
Under one of the outer tents of a fairly standard cantina. Draven was silently seated with a drink on the table and a datapad in his hand. He might of stood out. Though he also was very good at just displaying off a general aura of 'I don't wish to be approached'. It was a natural developed stance. As Draven preferred not being around a lot of people in a social setting. He was better than what he'd used to be. Then again it was very safe to say he wasn't the same as he had been.
Draven was in the process of looking up whether or not any particular smuggling operations seemed to be grander than just the normal discord that tended to occur on Tatooine. Admittedly, all crime was problematic. However, Draven wasn't one to concern himself normally with the small stuff. Usually, with exceptions of course. Local law enforcement was more than capable of handling the small operations. Additionally, Draven wasn't likely to involve himself in a planetary or multisystem operation. He didn't have the proper resources for that scale of a project. At least if he continued to operate alone.
Draven was dressed this day in a tan robe with tan pants. Like normal, Draven wore no shoes. Which was how he preferred it. Draven didn't at least change in that regard. As well as there was base principles which Draven held close to. Hence, why he was looking to take down an underground operation once again.
Draven finally got the ping he was looking for. Tilting back in the chair he sat within. He began to look over the details of what appeared to be a weapon shipment which appeared to lack a significant amount of it's cargo. A weapon or two wasn't out of the ordinary. This however seemed to be a bit more problematic as an entire shipments worth was seemingly just lost. Draven saved the data entry. Before closing the data pad and storing it into his pack. It was something he'd keep note of and probably look into soon. In the meanwhile he needed to see if any local ramblings would catch his attention and possibly offer up opportunity.
Draven quietly downed his drink. Where he began to listen and observe to the locals and travelers in the other tents. Draven always had some form of awareness about his surroundings. Had anything concerning... or Too unassuming occurred. He'd of been able to get wind to figure out whether it was worth confronting or avoiding. Now though Draven was actively attempting to gauge who happened to be around him, and what their goals and activities consisted of. To see if he had interest in involving himself with them, or if he was going to find himself inadvertently dragged into something whether he wished to be included or not. It seemed like a decent day for the latter to occur and Draven would welcome a change in pace.