Jason "Blur" Swiften was a slim, yet, athletic man who stood 5'10". He had bleach blonde hair that was cut in a short, yet, spiky fashion. He had bright blue eyes and a handsome face overall. He had no facial hair due to his young age of 19. The boy was an expert pilot. He was always getting into trouble, getting chased by the Federation usually. Though, he knew how to maneuver himself while flying quite well. Jason landed his smaller ship, built for speed rather than offense or defense. He stepped out, black, slim boots land on the old Space Station's ground. He wore a dark red space suit with black designs on it. The suit was tight and really outlined the young man's muscles and other...'assets'. His body was full of slim muscle despite his age. He had impressive leg muscles that helped with running. His arms were strong, but not large like most male criminals, but easily capable of picking up someone who weighed the same as him.<br/><br/>As Blur stepped into the Galaxy's Edge Bar, he looked around to see a Federation member and some sort of mercenary speaking to one another. "Hmph...Federation everywhere nowadays." He mumbled to himself, trying to hide his face as he was usually recognized by his facial features. He was apart of the Federations top 10 criminals. At only age 19. how much trouble could he have gotten into? Only he and members of the Federation would know. They'd also know that he escaped the prison twice. Most Federation members could tell what Blur looked like simply due to his "baby face" features. Jason sighed quietly to himself as made his way to the bar. A space alien of dark red skin was making drinks. The boy muttered something to the alien, it nodded in understanding. Shortly after mixing a few things together, the alien passed a drink Jason's way. Jason took out a Transparent Projection Screen and it read; 5 + tip. The alien pressed a finger to it and suddenly the letters on the screen began to glow green. Jason nodded in thanks, placing his TPS in his bag.<br/><br/>Jason sat down a table by his lonesome, keeping an eye on the Federation agent who was talking to the mercenary. He eyed her up, smirking as the Federation's outfits always made the females look sexy, yet professional at the same time. He felt the lower part of his space suit expand slightly as he felt his cock begin to grow stiffer and larger. He sipped his drink, nodding at the taste. "Hmmm.." He licked his lips, keeping his eyes on the female agent as well as the door for any newcomers. Federation or stranger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>