TC-91
The BFG (Until Angered)
Hoth, one of the places Nawago believed to be dead to him. Last time he was here, cybernetics were jammed into him, and that's typically not what people wish to be returned to. Still, a familiar place was always soothing. Nawago stepped out of the shuttle, throwing a few credits over at the driver as a small tip. Judging from the size of the town, there must have been a fairly large community going on. It was odd that people who weren't build for the cold would decide to reside here instead of flying to some other planet.
With a town, there was bound to be some sort of tavern around. Would've been a nice place to relax for a bit. If he was lucky, some new acquaintances would be made. That is, assuming he didn't get run out immediately for being a wampa. They aren't exactly known for being more collected than Nawago was. Usually, they preferred to dwelling in caverns filled with rivers of blood. He wasn't really above that, but was better about being civilized.
Throwing open the door of the disorganized tavern, stares from most of the residents immediately followed—some even reaching for their guns out of fear. Nawago raised his hands in a mock surrender, attempting to show that he wasn't going to start tearing up the seats and clawing at people. He looked to the side, seeing a booth that seemed pretty welcoming, and went over to take a nice rest.
[member="Bathsheba Patience"]
With a town, there was bound to be some sort of tavern around. Would've been a nice place to relax for a bit. If he was lucky, some new acquaintances would be made. That is, assuming he didn't get run out immediately for being a wampa. They aren't exactly known for being more collected than Nawago was. Usually, they preferred to dwelling in caverns filled with rivers of blood. He wasn't really above that, but was better about being civilized.
Throwing open the door of the disorganized tavern, stares from most of the residents immediately followed—some even reaching for their guns out of fear. Nawago raised his hands in a mock surrender, attempting to show that he wasn't going to start tearing up the seats and clawing at people. He looked to the side, seeing a booth that seemed pretty welcoming, and went over to take a nice rest.
[member="Bathsheba Patience"]
