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"I didn't mean to stay here, and I don't intend to stay for long. But transport costs credits, which are one thing I lack "I might be interested, assuming it'll help expedite my escape from this rock. Do you have any details now, or when can we get them?"
"May as well thank her for her kindness," says Surussk gruffly, adding, "and see what her angle is" under his breath. Nodding to Tamara, he picks his drink up and begins walking toward the lady. "Might as well see where this takes me, since I'm stuck on this rock for at least a few days," he thinks out loud, taking a long draw from his glass before reaching the booth. "I understand thanks are in order. It's unusual that a perfect stranger buys a Trandoshan a drink for no reason, but I doubt that your intents were only to brighten my day!" Taking a seat across from her, he continues: "I bet you already know this, but I'm Surussk. Your name is...?"
Downing his drink quickly after seeing the human beat him to the bottom of the glass, Surussk motions the bartender for another. Keeping his eyes on the smooth-talking man and his ears on the fool at the table, he sips the new drink moderately. When he sees Tamara glance toward him, he lets out a low chuckle. "Don't let me interrupt! I've never seen a human courting ritual!" Although his reptilian mouth is permanently stuck in a semblance of a human grin, Tamara and Sehrin get the sneaking suspicion that it just widened a little bit.
"I saw him too, he's really bad at trailing. He's bad enough that I say we watch him a little longer before making a move. He's either a fool or he wants to be seen and either way, this trip is getting stranger by the minute" Surussk approaches the bar, catches the attention of the person behind it, and calls out, "I'll have a Fogblaster, and uh, whatever she wants."
"Surussk. Just Surussk. A drink might be good, lead the way."
Surussk exits the ship, weapon license dangling uselessly from two clawed fingers in anticipation of a questioning session that appears not to be happening. Seeing the exchange between the two female humans ahead, he studies them both momentarily. "The spacer looks like she's uncomfortable in those clothes," he murmurs under his breath, refocusing his study on her. Her posture, expressions...her rigidness. His face stuck in the grin his people always wear, he approaches her as she walks away from the unfortunate mother. Catching up to her as she walks away, he matches her stride and says quietly, "That was unusually nice for a spacer. Kindness like that is rare these days...it would seem to this outsider you might have some kind of moral code to stick to." Trying his best to approximate a human wink manages to draw a few stares. He glances back at the stormtroopers behind them. "What do you say we stick together for a bit to find a way off this rock we're suddenly stuck on? I know my people aren't known for their warm hearts, but give me a chance."
While mentally running through the usual explanation for his unusual weapon, Surussk reaches into a compartment of his belt for his weapon license. His dark green scales have made him a target of investigation more and more frequently in recent times. "I guess the 'doshan reputation doesn't help avoid suspicion, either," he mutters under his breath, finally fishing out the license. The Imperials didn't like aliens, that much everybody knew, but an alien carrying a KX-60 with an attached vibro-bayonet was sure to draw stares from anybody, let alone officers. Surussk turns to the nearest non-human passenger, sparking some idle conversation. "Looks like we get the welcoming committee. Hope they have some chewgrub left, I've heard good things about the Imperials' spreads."
A low rumble emanates from the throat of a lean, scaly-skinned traveler. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, looking around at the other passengers to see how they are reacting. "Can't even travel two systems over without an inspection, cabin search, delay for approval, and another search just for good measure!" He turns back to face forward and taps his claws rhythmically on his armrest. After a few moments, he stands and picks up his shoulder pack. "I guess we don't have much choice in the matter." He gazes hesitantly at the exit door....
Well, here he is. I decided to go with Trandoshan Scout and his details are more or less as I wrote in the other thread. The -2 to dex hurt but not enough that I'd be willing to alter my concept, and I'm really looking forward to starting!
Well, I think Idasti is all ready to go. I went with average starting gold because it was just enough to buy everything I need. I'll wait for you to approve the character and your que to start posting. |
