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[Grev Drasen]

It had been a long hiatus.

Grev groaned, branching out his arms out into a stretch. He took in a deep breath before exhaling in an almost exaggerated sigh. It had been nearly a year since he'd been to Coruscant, and he hadn't missed it a bit. He'd only been back for a little over a week, but that was too long. His stay had been overdone, he was ready to leave.

He patted his pants' pockets; yeah, he was out of cigs.

Cursing to himself, Grev laboriously scoured the small apartment. Maybe he'd stumble upon a stray one, most likely not. It wasn't hard to search the place, with only a pile of clothes and a mattress by itself sitting crooked in the corner.

Throwing on a shirt he was out the door. He still hadn't reacquainted himself with the city, but he knew of at least one place that was open at this hour. It wasn't exactly chic, but it conformed to his standards, or lack of standards.

"A pack of Dek's and coffee," he slurred before laying down some credits.

The waitress filled his mug before retrieving the cigarettes from behind the counter.

[Dhak Kilborn]

A gruff looking rodian slowly walked into the bar and sat in a small booth opposite Grev. He lowered his menu as a cloud of thick smoke rose between the man and his menu. His large blue eyes stared a hole through the smoke and Grev...

[Grev Drasen]

Grev couldn't help but feel the prying eyes.

It was too early for this. It was especially too early to deal with a Rodian.

He took a long drag from the freshly lit cigarette before returning the stare; what an ugly bastard. A stream of smoke escaped from Grev's lungs, his eyes not glancing away from the alien just yet.

"Could I get a refill?" he flagged down the waitress, finally averting his attention from Dhak.

[Dhak Kilborn]

By the time Grev turned his head from the "disfigured" waitress the rodian had slipped away. Looking around the room Grev couldn't seem to find him. Just to make sure he wasn't dreaming he slowly pushed himself up just enough to see into the booth where the alien was. All that was visible was a menu and another, smaller piece of paper with some of the worst handwriting Grev had seen.








(OOC:I don't really wanna rp your character so I'll let you choose what to do.)

[Grev Drasen]

Grev looked up from his coffee. The Rodian had split, apparently. He couldn't help but acknowledge the note, which may or may not have been purposely left behind.

Putting the cigarette to rest in an ashtray, he placed some credits on the table before exiting the booth. He passed by Dhak's table and casually pocketed the piece of paper, not giving it a read just yet.

Once outside, he took a glance at the note.

[Dhak Kilborn]

Grev's eye's slowly scanned back and forth across the note. His eyes grew bigger as he read on...

You think you know who you are. But, your wrong. You think your Grev Drasen, but your not. You think you know everything there is, but you don't. You think your story has just begun. But it hasn't

[Grev Drasen]

Grev smiled to himself. Someone was playing games with him. He crumpled the note and let it fall to the pavement. If the Rodian wanted to get through to him he could do it in person.

He continued down the sidewalk, his hands idly in his pockets.

[Dhak Kilborn]

The rodian stood atop a near-by building. Staring at the human, Dhak watched his every move. Still angry that he did not take him seriously, Dhak was temped to strike now. But, thinking of his training, he had to hold back.

[Grev Drasen]

Though he appeared unconcerned with the entire ordeal, there was a number of thoughts building in Grev's head. Who would've put a hit on him? His list of enemies he could count on one hand, and each of them would rather have took pleasure in doing the deed themselves if they wanted him dead.

Grev continued up the crowded street, his head tilted down in an unattentive manner; though he was as alert. He knew he was being admired from afar, but he couldn't be bothered to find out who or where.

He wasn't counting on the Rodian having the brass to attempt his hit in broad daylight.

[Dhak Kilborn]

After climbing down from the building Dhak began to walk quickly back to his ship, the "Space Cloud". The small fighter slowly lifted off the ground and spun until it was facing the "Nebula Horizon".

After it left the planet it sped to the Barloz-class Freighter, used as a mothership and base of operations. After jumping out of the HLAF-500, Dhak ran to the navigation center of his ship. "Bolt" was there scanning the perimeter for any possible bounties, and sending their information to "Torch". Along with "Wrench" the three droids were the operators of the ship when Dhak was off hunting.

Pushing "Bolt" aside, Dhak accessed the "Horizon's" tracking system. The little green blip moved across the screen...