<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>  Day-146/3BBY[Late Evening\ - Apartment building across from Dreg's Cantina &gt; Dreg's Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Although asteroids didn't have atmospheres, turning an asteroid field into a space station meant certain things. Like sometimes, it would actually rain. Sure they didn't have "sunshine" so much as light from a nearby sun hitting them when the belt drifted a certain way. But with the rain it seemed like someone got a bunch of cheap weather converters and could only afford the rain setting on them. Still, he liked the rain. It pattered calmingly against his helmet and armor while he layed on his stomach and looked down across the street. His HUD showed multiple, but few heat signatures inside. And after hearing a few whispers about the Red Rancor's stepping their game up, he'd even sliced a few security feeds in and around Dreg's to keep a close eye on things. He'd been keeping overwatch for a while, and when Kea's message loaded across his eyes, he chuckled. He shot one back, deciding her involvement would up his. <br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">Across the street at the Czerka apartment building. I saw you go in. On my way down.</tt><br/><br/>Once it went through, he stood up and checked himself. All of his gear was securely fashioned or mag-locked to his armor, so he stepped to the lip of the roof and went right over. Now normally a Mando would use their jet pack or grapple line to get to street level, but he wasn't just a Mando. He was still a Jedi, even if he couldn't claim his heritage. So instead, he fell straight down, stopping to hover a foot or so off the ground before landing softly like nothing had even happened.<br/><br/> Of course he'd made sure no one was watching before his little display of Force mastery. The constant pitter-patter of the rain finally stopped once the main door slid open and he walked inside. He already missed it as it got replaced by the standard cookie-cutter cantina music. He barely looked around inside before walking right up to the bartender. <br/><br/>"Tarisian Ale. Full cup. Bring it to our table," he said and nodded his head in Kea's direction before walking over to her and sitting down. He removed his helmet and pushed his dreads from his face, then set it down on the table and smiled at the lady across from him. "Hey, beautiful. This is sittin' all kinds of wrong in your gut too, inn't it?" Waiting for an answer,<br/> he moved his Ghhhk piece forward and acted like this was just small talk preceding a friendly dejarik game.</span>