<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sassk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>everyone<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Why do I always gotta gather the fresh blood?<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Bored...<br/><hr/><br/>The singular star rose high in the sky over the lush jungle planet of Rishi. Bird cawed, jungle beasts roared, and the winds rustled the leaves of the tree tops as it blew. But all of this lush wonder was of no concern to anyone in the hustling and bustling port city stuck right in the middle of it all. The dirty and dingy city of Raider’s Cove was abuzz with activity. Vendors hawking their wears, people bustling through the streets, and spice dealers making trades down the dark allies filled the city with energy. It was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, as some might put it, with bounty hunters, smugglers, and outlaws alike rubbing shoulders way out in the fringes of the outer rim.<br/><br/>One such smuggler sat terribly bored at the bar of one of the local cantinas, The Spit Shine. A lumbering trandoshan standing above two meters tall stood leaning heavily on the bar. The reptilian man looked adjusted as he sneered at nothing in particular. He grabbed a glass beside him of Corellian an brandy and threw the entirety of its contents back, slamming the glass back down on the counter. As the bar tender came to ask if he wanted another Sassk just growled at him and was swiftly poured more brandy. Looking at his chronometer the trandoshan again grumbled to himself.<strong>”Why am I always the one who has to sniff out the new blood?”</strong>he complained. While Kalor was back in the hanger working on The Scarlet Mistress Sassk has put out a ‘job posting’ through his usual channels. It was a little vague, simply saying Captain Kalor Dunn needs a crew for a quick job. Some risk, big reward, details after you sign on. A typical call to arms for the galaxy’s lowlifes, and the Mistress needed a crew quick for this one, so the pair had their fingers crossed they could get a couple of bodies and blow this place quick. But so far there were no takers. So, while the captain got to tinker with his precious ship, here was Sassk doing all the grunt work...again. And so he continued to order more brandy and hope to the stars that someone would show up soon before he died of boredom.<br/>