Jan VonFowl
Part-Time Party Crasher
Taris... Jan had to admit that he'd never expected himself to come here. From what he'd heard, there were Mandalorians and Jedi, and all sorts of other people he wanted to avoid on this planet. So why was he here? The answer was simple: speeder races. Three thousand years ago, Taris had been the birthplace of the sport. Podracing, swooping, and stunt driving had all basically gotten their start here.
Although the planet still only held about a fifth of the population that it had in those ancient times, racing was beginning to make its way back home. Jan had been able to make a little over a hundred thousand credits in the span of a week, between racing and not-so-humbly betting on himself.
That wasn't his current concern, though. His current concern was the fact that he was trying to teach his lovely girlfriend to cook in their hotel room. The cooking wasn't the concerning part. The fact that he'd gotten distracted by Sky smiling at him was. In fact, the food was already done and ready for them to eat.
"Let's see how this tastes, darlin'."
[member='Skylar Ichor'] [member='Romeo Sin'] [member='Dart the Amaran']
Although the planet still only held about a fifth of the population that it had in those ancient times, racing was beginning to make its way back home. Jan had been able to make a little over a hundred thousand credits in the span of a week, between racing and not-so-humbly betting on himself.
That wasn't his current concern, though. His current concern was the fact that he was trying to teach his lovely girlfriend to cook in their hotel room. The cooking wasn't the concerning part. The fact that he'd gotten distracted by Sky smiling at him was. In fact, the food was already done and ready for them to eat.
"Let's see how this tastes, darlin'."
[member='Skylar Ichor'] [member='Romeo Sin'] [member='Dart the Amaran']