Hound from the Underground
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Kaleleon
Music played through the intercom as Yuri loaded a fairly large stash of crates into the cargo hold of his freighter. After everything that went down, he needed a proper break from the galaxy's tribulations. The fight on Onderon had left him scarred, literally and figuratively, now he needed to figure out the pieces of the puzzle that was his own brain. With another crate loaded, the Shistavanen adjusted his tank top and walked back to the last crate. With a grunt he lifted it, only to drop down with a hiss as a sharp pain pulled through his left arm.
The pain was excruciating enough to force him onto the crate as he clutched the cybernetic arm. He had heard of phantom pains from others, but to experience it was nothing short of painfully irritating. "How the kriff did she live like this?" He asked himself through his whimpers as he tried his best to massage the cybernetic limb. It didn't matter what came next in his life, if he ever met those two again, he would break their arms. The pain finally subsided and he drew a cigarette from his pocket with a heavy sigh. After a few moments of focus, his new hand opened up and exposed a plasma cutter to light his cigarette.
Despite the pain and trauma that came with it, he couldn't deny that the utility was pretty slick. "That's probably why she was such a psycho, huh?" He smirked as he glanced over his shoulder to the large machine covered by a tarp. A low, metallic drone emerged from the machine, earning a laugh from Yuri. He shook his head and took another puff, leaning back against the crate to stare up at the bleak sky for a moment. He needed this job. Not for the money, simply to get away from it all and do something he knew. His existential crisis could wait for a few days.
