<div class="floatleft">(https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thekilling_s2_joelkinnaman_gallery_652.jpg?quality=100&amp;w=650)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Laborer<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa,  Ve'tralla, AJ, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Therion would drink from the juri juice and merely use his senses to listen the best he could.  The way that the man was operating with the pirates would set off all many of claxons in his brain as he let out a frustrated breathe through his nostrils.  His brown eyes would flicker towards the bar but he didn't pay the scene that much mind as it returned to the pirates that sat making their plans.  In his mind he saw the threat of Imperial fingers creeping into the Run and he couldn't abide that happening, not with his history.  The ripple in the force was like shooting spice into a recovered addicts arm as it washed over him with the unmistakable pull of the dark side.  It only further sealed his assumptions as he would frown from beneath the hood as he tightened his grip on his glass before downing the rest.  The liquor burned but the sensation barely registered to his senses as his mind was another place as he would get up from where he sat.  Moving right past the table with the pirate captain and his second he would see the glare that was cast his way by the overly aggressive catharian as he would pull his hood off his head.  His own eyes shined with the yellow ring that wrapped around his pupils as he didn't break eye contact as the larger pirate did not do anything more.<br/><br/>His next steps were directly to the table where the two mandalorians and the information dealer sat.  Looking to the lone waitress he would motion to the empty glass in his hand as he sat it down on the table and looked to the three as he pulled out an empty chair and sat down without even a request to do so.  Something had come over him as he felt his anger burning in a brilliant display that would likely wash over Tyron.  "Your unknown is a buckethead lover, would guess of the spook variety too.  The question is what are you going to kriffin do about it?  Reds there at least have to go, vape them or at least cut two levels of leadership right off the top."  He would likely chastise himself for it later but he had fallen right back into what he spent so much time resisting, all he knew was that Imperials could not be allowed to take hold of his hiding place, he already felt the wave of the dark side which meant that it likely wasn't just imperial agents he had to worry about.<br/><br/>Instincts were screaming to pull his blaster and end the Rancors right there, with the head cut off the beast it would send a message what happened to those that made deals with the Empire out in the black.  It sounded so simple and yet at the same time he knew it would be damning, somewhere in the back of his mind another voice was telling him to practice patience, to merely help those that seemed interested in stopping the threat.  He was sure he would be making a trip to his hidden headhunter after this meeting though, he couldn't play the part of the naive laborer, not until this threat was gone from Smuggler's Run.