TI-34
The Desperado
Location: Coruscant
Jack sat in the corner of a scummy cantina on a bad section of Coruscant, the cantina was abuzz with lowlifes and drunks and the whole joint smelled of death-sticks and cheap liquor. There was the sound of a glass clunk as a glass was tossed carelessly down onto the table. Jack was a few drinks in, helmet off, and feet kicked up onto the table beneath the dim light at his booth. He was watching the bar with weary eyes as aliens and humans alike walked in and out. It was only about mid-night, and the cantina instrumentals were starting to give him a headache. Jack spent most of his day here, and into the night. He was watching the while time as he was drinking, looking for the right people to come in.
Jack rubbed the side of his head for a moment before grabbing his drink again and bringing it up to his lips. He swigged the last dry gulp of the strong drink and tossed the glass back onto the table and leaned back, looking at the door. Sooner or later the right people would come in, someone he didn't know, so they couldn't rat him out, and someone on his level, so they wouldn't mind getting their hands dirty. Jack was looking for criminal, outlaws, and all around bad folks, he was planning to pull a heist on the Bank of Coruscant, and he needed a team. If he could assemble a group, they could walk away millionaires, and if it went wrong, they'd be lucky if they could buy tomorrows drinks. Jack thought hard on the though, security inside the bank wouldn't be bad, he'd scouted it out for a few days, a handful of guards outside, about 5 inside, no problem. The issue would be the escape... He just shook his head, the headache was coming back. He simply leaned forwards, grabbed an unopened drink on the table and popped off the cap, drinking some more of the cheap liquor.