Kelon Amadis
Checkmate (Dead pm Writers Account)
Stassia
Amnesia Bar
Evening
Stassia was boring, almost everyone here was a pacifist, attempts at intimidation got you nowhere or everywhere deepening on your point of view. People immediately bowed over which got you what you wanted easily, but lacked the satisfaction of making someone bow, at least to Kelon’s conquering mind.
Amnesia Bar
Where were you mostly likely to find a man who had just intimidated not only the locals but the security who shown up to arrest him, a bar of course, at least if your name was Kelon Amadis. Amensia was galactic-wide bar chain, varying slightly planet to planet, it was dimly lit by green and blue lighting, which left illuminated main areas with private dark booths away from prying eyes.
By Kelon's side he had a sack of valuables that he’d just taken for himself, he’d not even raised a finger, which was the secret here he was finding, threaten but don’t follow through enough for anyone to respond. He could live with that, propping up his large muscular arm on the bar, “another, make it a double.” Kelon glared at the barman till he brought over his order, not paying for it obviously. As long as he didn’t cause trouble, but intimidated the man enough he was getting every drink for free, because whenever he asked him to pay, Kelon just shrugged or stared him down.
This planet was rich, you could see it, people didn't know what they had, and Kelon wanted a piece of it, a much bigger piece of it. What good was being a Sith if it didn’t make you filthy rich as well as invulnerable. Invulnerable in his mind, because so far he’d smashed anyone smaller than him out of the way.
Redder tanned skin, short black tidy hair, clean shaven and dark eyes, he had a chiseled jawline and the smile of both a Zeltron and a fighter, a Zeltrix, half Epicanthx, half zeltron. Kelon had some money, flashing it around on his fingers or clothes, mostly because he just took what he needed, when he wanted it. Silver studded vest and trousers, black leather and cloth, he wore silver and gem encrusted rings across his massive hands, and his upper body was huge, there was no other way to put it, 6ft 6 and all muscle. Not the quickest man in the world by a long shot, but built like a wall. Brushing his hair down, he took a long drink of his ale. So who in this kind of a place was interesting? Anyone worth noticing, oh yes, who was that.
"You want me to buy you a drink." No Jedi mind trick here, the large Zeltrix just walked right up and confidently stood beside her, looking down, giving her a long look that the Amadis brothers were sometimes known for.
Amnesia Bar
Evening
Stassia was boring, almost everyone here was a pacifist, attempts at intimidation got you nowhere or everywhere deepening on your point of view. People immediately bowed over which got you what you wanted easily, but lacked the satisfaction of making someone bow, at least to Kelon’s conquering mind.
Amnesia Bar
Where were you mostly likely to find a man who had just intimidated not only the locals but the security who shown up to arrest him, a bar of course, at least if your name was Kelon Amadis. Amensia was galactic-wide bar chain, varying slightly planet to planet, it was dimly lit by green and blue lighting, which left illuminated main areas with private dark booths away from prying eyes.
By Kelon's side he had a sack of valuables that he’d just taken for himself, he’d not even raised a finger, which was the secret here he was finding, threaten but don’t follow through enough for anyone to respond. He could live with that, propping up his large muscular arm on the bar, “another, make it a double.” Kelon glared at the barman till he brought over his order, not paying for it obviously. As long as he didn’t cause trouble, but intimidated the man enough he was getting every drink for free, because whenever he asked him to pay, Kelon just shrugged or stared him down.
This planet was rich, you could see it, people didn't know what they had, and Kelon wanted a piece of it, a much bigger piece of it. What good was being a Sith if it didn’t make you filthy rich as well as invulnerable. Invulnerable in his mind, because so far he’d smashed anyone smaller than him out of the way.
Redder tanned skin, short black tidy hair, clean shaven and dark eyes, he had a chiseled jawline and the smile of both a Zeltron and a fighter, a Zeltrix, half Epicanthx, half zeltron. Kelon had some money, flashing it around on his fingers or clothes, mostly because he just took what he needed, when he wanted it. Silver studded vest and trousers, black leather and cloth, he wore silver and gem encrusted rings across his massive hands, and his upper body was huge, there was no other way to put it, 6ft 6 and all muscle. Not the quickest man in the world by a long shot, but built like a wall. Brushing his hair down, he took a long drink of his ale. So who in this kind of a place was interesting? Anyone worth noticing, oh yes, who was that.
"You want me to buy you a drink." No Jedi mind trick here, the large Zeltrix just walked right up and confidently stood beside her, looking down, giving her a long look that the Amadis brothers were sometimes known for.
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