Saska
Jul 15th, 2003, 10:35:49 AM
Saska is forty five years old--a ripe old age for most pirates--and he feels it in his back as he sits down on the beat up old cushions of the dive he chose as a meeting place. The building is dimly lit, with the only light being the holoprojectors placed strategically throughout. His contacts should be arriving over the next five or ten minutes, giving him plenty of time to sit idle.
He pulls a deck of cards and begins to shuffle it, watching the doors. A woman leaves in a huff with a bumbling, stupified boyfriend trailing behind. The next to go is a guy even older than Saska, helped out the door by the bouncers. Outside there's a shout, and a strangely dressed man squeezes past the hulking guards. Saska raises a hand to get his attention. This is it...seems no one else wanted the job.
"What's yer name, merc?" Saska asks, kicking out the chair across from him in an impatient gesture of hospitality.
He pulls a deck of cards and begins to shuffle it, watching the doors. A woman leaves in a huff with a bumbling, stupified boyfriend trailing behind. The next to go is a guy even older than Saska, helped out the door by the bouncers. Outside there's a shout, and a strangely dressed man squeezes past the hulking guards. Saska raises a hand to get his attention. This is it...seems no one else wanted the job.
"What's yer name, merc?" Saska asks, kicking out the chair across from him in an impatient gesture of hospitality.