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“I sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀs. I’ᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ.” | F̷o̷r̷m̷e̷r̷ Iᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ Tʀᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ. | OC | #SWRP

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"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

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-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. —

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

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”