Steel and fear... ...what once was...

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. ⠀⠀ ✗ — 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖼. 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖼. 𝖺 #Ⴝᴋᴇᴛᴄʜᴇs 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍. ♥ & ↻? ⠀⠀

"I've done some very bad things for very good reasons and I'm not afraid to do them again." • SWRP OC • Clone Wars era • Canon or AU SL • Not new to fandom or RP • DMs open to plot • Will consider ships with high chem RTs appreciated

—Memories of a past life—

-Coruscant Underworld- Voices rise and fall, cheers and screams of delight and dismay as patrons of all kinds gather round a caged circle within the club. The smell of alcohol, spice, and and sweat waft through the air, mixing together to form inescapable stench. —

“I knew someone who was more…”

“I grew up with soldiers…I learned how to die a long time ago…”

“Damn, what a week…”

“Yea…I’m here…” Glances about. “What’d I miss?”

Looks about, taking note of what has changed—and what has not. “Hnn…things rarely change…”, he mutters.

The Former Trooper squinted as his face contorted into some mock contemplative expression. “Yeaaahhh…somethin’ like that…”

That’s a good thing. He thought to himself, especially in light of his defection from the Empire. “Can’t say I’ve been ‘round these parts in a long time, but these days, I’m just glad to be around.”, he replied, somewhat cryptically.

“Hmm.” He leaned against a wall panel adjacent to the street. “So what’s your story…?”, he began with a nod toward her. “Everyone’s got one these days.” He padded his jacket, locating a cigarra before lighting it up and taking a draw.

He contemplated that for a moment. Credits were runnin’ low, and credits were needed to throw the Empire off of one’s trail. “I’m listening…”, he uttered, the cigarra within his mouth before taking another draw.

“Looks like I’ve caught some attention…” Shakes his head. “That’s usually not a good thing.”

A cantina meant a drink, and he liked the sound of that. “The Dusty Bantha…” He repeated before taking another draw of the cigarra. “What does this Weequay need? I ain’t about to wait tables.”, the Former Trooper added, though traces of a grin remained.

He smiled subtly as she laughed. “A few drinks, roughing up some locals…sounds like a good time.”, he replied, taking another draw. “Lead the way.”

Sips his own coffee.

Throw her off.