Draconis stared out at the city boredly. Golden company had landed on the Smuggler's moon for down time, as something large was in the works. Something that meant a large number of them would probably die, but also that meant those that survived would come out richer than they could dream. It was all in all just another day in the life of a mercenary. Live by the sword, die by the sword. Draconis had separated himself from the rest of his company somehow and now wandered aimlessly through the streets of Nar'shadda. Aliens goggled at his golden armor as though they had never seen a Sun Guard before.
Odds were they probably hadn't. It was rare for the Sun Guard to be seen alone, as they mostly preferred the solace of their own numbers. Outsiders just didn't understand their ways... But now Draconis was an outsider among strangers and he felt... Excited. He had never seen so many strange sights or aliens, he was in truth, enraptured by the thought of trying new things. It was in part why he became a mercenary. So he meandered through the city streets whilst sipping on a purple drink that made his head spin. He enjoyed the buzz it gave him, but felt it definitely altered his ability to properly make decisions.
Still none would take advantage of the Sun Guard as the sword on his hip and shield on his back told them he was not someone to be trifled with. That and his giving nature made it hard to dislike such a man. He was approached by all manners of strange sentients, offering exotic goods and even themselves up to the conqueror in exchange for a few credits. Which under the vice of the strange drink he handed out freely. He had plenty to spare anyways... It all seemed to blur together in his drunken stupor and he found himself wondering what the kark was going on half the time.
He looked round his head still spinning and finally settled on a hotel for the night. Purple drink still in hand he entered the building accompanied by a gaggle of aliens who sought to keep the small traveling party the Thyrsian had created going. The door man shooed them away and they left with disappointed shouts or merry goodbyes. Draconis was about to simply go into his room, but instead opted to go to the hotel bar for one last round. He entered the room and found it filled with a thick haze of smoke. The room smelled rank of spice and hookah smoking lords sat in corners surrounded by their own gaggle of pretty aliens.
Draconis began to wonder what kind of hotel he had walked into when the bartender called out to the Thyrsian.
"Welcome to the red light districts best! The Smokin' Sultan" She cried out and Draconis was caught off by the use of his native word Sultan.
"[Thyrsian] The Sun Guard are here to serve! I need a drink!" He said in the harsh consonants of his native tongue.
The bartender merely shook her head. "No, Thyrsian. Here drink this! It'll sober you up." She said beckoning him over with a hand and pouring a drink with the other.
Draconis accepted it gratefully and drank the stuff in one tremendous gulp, expecting his strange high to be further enhanced, but finding, disappointingly that it was actually diminished. He prepared to drink more of the purple drink, but before he could the bartender snatched it out of his hand and threw it away.
"You've had enough of that..."
Draconis shook his head disappointed and looked round the bar for the first time through sober eyes...
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Odds were they probably hadn't. It was rare for the Sun Guard to be seen alone, as they mostly preferred the solace of their own numbers. Outsiders just didn't understand their ways... But now Draconis was an outsider among strangers and he felt... Excited. He had never seen so many strange sights or aliens, he was in truth, enraptured by the thought of trying new things. It was in part why he became a mercenary. So he meandered through the city streets whilst sipping on a purple drink that made his head spin. He enjoyed the buzz it gave him, but felt it definitely altered his ability to properly make decisions.
Still none would take advantage of the Sun Guard as the sword on his hip and shield on his back told them he was not someone to be trifled with. That and his giving nature made it hard to dislike such a man. He was approached by all manners of strange sentients, offering exotic goods and even themselves up to the conqueror in exchange for a few credits. Which under the vice of the strange drink he handed out freely. He had plenty to spare anyways... It all seemed to blur together in his drunken stupor and he found himself wondering what the kark was going on half the time.
He looked round his head still spinning and finally settled on a hotel for the night. Purple drink still in hand he entered the building accompanied by a gaggle of aliens who sought to keep the small traveling party the Thyrsian had created going. The door man shooed them away and they left with disappointed shouts or merry goodbyes. Draconis was about to simply go into his room, but instead opted to go to the hotel bar for one last round. He entered the room and found it filled with a thick haze of smoke. The room smelled rank of spice and hookah smoking lords sat in corners surrounded by their own gaggle of pretty aliens.
Draconis began to wonder what kind of hotel he had walked into when the bartender called out to the Thyrsian.
"Welcome to the red light districts best! The Smokin' Sultan" She cried out and Draconis was caught off by the use of his native word Sultan.
"[Thyrsian] The Sun Guard are here to serve! I need a drink!" He said in the harsh consonants of his native tongue.
The bartender merely shook her head. "No, Thyrsian. Here drink this! It'll sober you up." She said beckoning him over with a hand and pouring a drink with the other.
Draconis accepted it gratefully and drank the stuff in one tremendous gulp, expecting his strange high to be further enhanced, but finding, disappointingly that it was actually diminished. He prepared to drink more of the purple drink, but before he could the bartender snatched it out of his hand and threw it away.
"You've had enough of that..."
Draconis shook his head disappointed and looked round the bar for the first time through sober eyes...
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