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[Racket]

Thebeon 8​

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The cig stick in his teeth was oozing white smoke. Feet on the wheel were propped up due to the teams current enjoyment of a job well done. Yeah, they had kicked the pants off of some wanna be smug captain who was smuggling a small time shipment of spices. A nudge of happiness washed through his veins just thinking about the idiot who's dead carcas was now floating out in space. A planet was coming up quickly on their scanners. It was a no questions asked no one cares kinda place. Somewhere in the Universe he respected most.​

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A massive black hole on the planet surface was the city they were searching for. The thing was massive and the depths were perilles. Throttling down and yanking on the yolk turned the ship slightly spinning and sinking into the pit. The structures within the walls had been carved so long ago that the rusted metal steps that clung to the walls looked brand spanking new. Surely they had been checked 500 years ago.... It was funny how often the places designated for low lives were as safe as a nuclear core.​

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The spot lights beaming out from the sides of his vessel touched the walls all around while the ship continued to sink further and further into the crust until finding the shuttle storage bay. A few quick words and some credits passed hands before all was great after the boarding gate. "I don't know about you smug mothers of death but I'm about to blow some credits in this stink hole. WHo's in?!?" Next stop the bar.​

[member="Nai' Frerstal"]​

 

[Nai' Frerstal]

' Ugh, that fething cloud of smoke. ' Nai' Frerstal thought to himself. The Barabel, despite the smoke, had actually enjoyed himself during his mission. He and [member=Racket] had eliminated a cocky ship captain, who thought he could elude the deadly pair. Heck, they were going to one of the most famous criminal dens in the entire galaxy! When they reached the checkpoint, Racket managed to arouse the guards into a mood to party.

" Sounds like som' karkin' fun! Coun' me in! " A Rodian shouted, his accent butchering the language of Galactic Basic. A couple of other people cheered, as the ship neared a small bar, The Hole Mountain. This, was were Nai planned to kill Racket.

 

[Racket]

[member="Nai' Frerstal"]​

A small crowd followed to The Hole Mountain. A bar said to be pouring drinks for half credits. Racket wanted more than a few drinks though. If the chance arose for a sexy Twi'lek to be in his bed tonight he was going to take it. Doors opened to reveal the dimly lit bar that was full. Pushing his way through was easier for him and he soon lost his entourage due to his ability to walk between peoples legs and scurry about at an extremely quick speed. After only a few seconds Racket was standing at the back wall which was serving as a full bar.​

Handful of credits hit the smooth wooden counter.​

StArT POoRinG FRaCkERs!!! haHAha​

 

[Nai' Frerstal]

' That wily, parasite-infected weasel! ' The Barabel thought to himself, as he shoved and pushed through the crowd, looking around people who were huddling with their native species. Despite being a smuggler's den, there was some serious animosity here, as patrons glared and shoved at each other. Nai's eyes widened when he heard the distinctive and psychotic noise of [member=Racket] yelling. He smirked, and began tracing the noise through the crowd. The bounty hunter spotted him, yet he quickly vanished back into the mosh pit, hoping the Racmeer didn't notice him.

 

[Racket]

[member="Nai' Frerstal"]​

Liquid flowed and RAckets gulping pace for consuming the liquid began to impress one of the ladies at the end of his bar. Before no time he found himself up on the bar top air thrusting in front of the woman and dancing to the music. Bottle in his hand and cig stick in his mouth. LeT'S GEt MeNtAL!!!​

The people around the bar were ignoring him for the most part. Many knew better than to piss off an alien race they didn't recognize. Something of a Galaxy wide rule of thumb. Racket thought as much about the rule as he did any other. Somewhere between shot 1 and 8 the bottle got thrown and the people around the bar were moving in quickly to get a piece.​

YoU KuRTaCKInG NUt BaGS wAnT Me??!!!!! HAhaHAHAhAhAhHA​